Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-08-24

gether for hours, for he wanted t
know all her joys and sorrows, "foi
beauty brings sorrows as we'll as
Joys" he said, land having more
than her share of beauty she toe
must have her sorrows"
And she told him about her fam
lily.
How happy they always had beer
together, and that they. were called
the Happy Flower" and that they
were healthy and hardy plants; very
easy to grow; and that after once
planted, they came up year attel
year.
They were the most popular and
most generally known Of all the old
fashioned flowers, and always grew
very tall; FIVE and six feet were the
ordinary heights they reached, and
one of their family had been known
to grow IS feet by actual count.
This one is deep red in color, and
when the Wind visits the garden
he is superb, as he swings back
and forth on the wind waves.
A black red comrade leaned
against her as she told her family
news to the Butterfly, and the deer
red blossome of Comrades stalk
mingled with her own rose pink
and cherry, and standing near by
them were her pure white sisters
spikes of bloom. Indeed they were
lovely sight.
Eyes, and we have our sorrows
too, as we'll as joys" continued tbs
Hollyhock.
The Slug worm, a loathsome,
nasty mess of shapeless slime, killed
my little sister just this Summer.
"They come to the garden a:
night when we are all asleep, for
they eat in the darkness, and are
invisible by day, for the good warm
Sun is death tq them.
an the first few weeks Of Sum-
mer this year, these Slugs came to
the garden in hordes, and one morn
ing when I awoke, | found my ia
vorite sister wholly stripped of all
her green. She was pale as death,
and when we went to her side to
see the cause of such distress, we
discovered the hateful Slug gnaw-
ing away at her roots. Roots are
the flowers heart, you know. so
we were helpless. He had done
his work of ViciousneSs.
Death.
"And a short time later, another
one of our family died of Rust
This is a deadly thing, and I'M
ruly, when once it gets established.
The yellow spots, the we'll known
symptom of Rust had crept up to
the top leaves of her stalk, and the
lower ones had fallen off, leaving
her completely bare. The result of
rust like this is immediate death
We hope it was painless one.
"And can you tell me, please dear
Butterfly, why the barbarous boy
across the garden take such
lelight in striking us with big rough
sticks? They seem to want to
make us suffer. And pray why
should they, when we give them SO
generously of our bloom and
health?
"See over there, few feet away
rom US, lies one of the younger
members of our family flat on the
ground. A boy with a brutal stick
'assed this way this morning"
The Toad at the feet of the Holly
lock bothered the Butterfly, more
han anything else on the south
wall side OF the garden, and he
neered at the Toad's dirt, and at his
tupid face.
"You must not feel so, to the
Toad dear Butterfly, for he is not
lirty, nor is he stupid. He is my
-ery best friend he is the death of
,ur greatest enemy the Slug, | was
cling you about-that, mean low
lown, snail without a she'll. ..,
"The Toad eats every one he can
ind. They are his choicest fooa.
md he grows fat and happy on
hem while we rejoice.
cali the people of earth, who
wish to grow beautiful species of
ny family should import a bucket
ull of toads for their gardens, and
hey will keep the garden free from
many other vicious insect pests, as
we'll as slugs.
The Valuable Toad.
Well, we'll. is that So" brightly
spoke the Butterfly. Il am really
for | did not think Toad's
we're ever much worth while-truly
nature is wonderful thing. Each
insect, you and l, dear Hollyhock,-
very tiniest thing of earth, have
heir place to fill, their work to do.
But | am tarrying too long with
you, We will finish our visit an
other day, for the shadows. I see
Ire lengthening, and it is time for
ne, child of bright sunshine, to
oe on my way.
"Goodby, beautiful Hollyhock."
And the Hollyhock watched the
Peacock Butterfly until he was far
lway. In the distance she could
see the glimmering tints of his
our gorgeous eyes, as he grace
ully fluttered his wings against the
breeze.