Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-17

of the flowers of mystery, that much
l do know"
And the Night Moth heard the
story of the mysterious little Eve
ming Primrose.
He heard how she had come to
Mother Earth; how she had sailed
through the clouds, wrapped in the
veil Of the Twilight Mist, and how
glad she was to snuggle down in
the arms of Mother Earth and rest.
She Adores the Moon.
"And I am the flower of the eve
ming and of the night" continued
the Primrose, "and | bloom solely
for the Night, and the stars, and the
Moon. | adore the Moon and just
feast my eyes on his splendour; and
the Night is so soft and tender; and
play with the Fire Flies when they
60 dancing over the garden. and I
would like you, too, dear Moth. to
come and visit with me and play
with me and take some of my
honey.
Il will tell you secret. Away
down deep in the tube at the base
of my blossoms there lies the
choicest fruits.
You will find it the most delicious
honey you have ever tasted.
I'm the Sunlight, while all the
other flowers show their colors gay,
and give their fragrance to every
passing breeze, my bed is but a mass
OF soft green leaves; and then, as
soon as the day has spent itself, |
pop open with the most exquisite
little noise, at times it is so loud that
the birds have stopped on their
course to see the reason of this
noise. and | laugh back at them,
with great big flowers, that are
sometimes white, sometimes yellow,
and sometimes again, pinkish Law
ender.
so you see, Night Moth, I choose
to clothe myself in the soft, light,
: shades, like the shades you will see
away off at the fartherest ends of
the Rainbow.
"The four petals of my white
blossoms sometimes look as though
they were covered with a thin moss.
I am easily grown from seed and
need only dry soil and sunshine for
my food:
"My family all, are popular as
Rock garden plants. We grow be-
tween these rocks very very thickly,
and our blossoms show off we'll in
relief against the cool grey rocks"
And so the Night Moth heard the
story of the fascinating flower Of
mystery, and from him it spread
over all the garden. The flowers all
loved it as we'll as he and some
times many of them sat up late to
hear her pop her patels as she
opened for the night, and to enjoy
her mysterious fragrance. From
that night on, the Night Moth was
frequent visitor at her spot in the
garden, and he grew fat and healthy
on the fruit buried deep in her
throat.
Cruel North Wind.
In the last two weeks of Summer
IL uCi NUT I'll VlllQ VISITED inc gar
den. The Primrose suffered much
from these visits as cold was the
one thing she could not endure.
She caught heavy cold. which
settled on her lungs; and having
from her birth weak lungs, struggle
as she might she could not grow
strong again.
Mother Earth nursed her well.
The little flowers all sent her their
rarest perfumes, and some extra
good honey; the Sun poured all his
warmest rays bver her; the Night
sent her softest blankets, and the
Night Moth nestled close over her
with his wings spread far apart The
birds brought their leaves to cover
her, and the Moon sat up each night
with her; but all this care and de-
votion could not make strong the
tender lungs, so one night, while
the Moon was by her side, she
quietly passed away.
And all these friends mourned,