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THE COMET.
small hill, and when she had reached the top her heart stood still,
for there on the other side lay an Indian. Joyfully she ran for-
ward, forgetting all the past hardships and thinking only that he
was found at last. But when she knelt at his side tremulously
whispering his name, she saw that his side was stained with blood
and that he lay as one dead. - Her eyes were almost blinded with
burning tears and scarcely seeing, she gathered powerful herbs
with which she staunched the flow of blood. But still he lay there
without moving, her tears falling on his face.
Then in the lonely forest the Indian girl bowed her head and
prayed, not to the Great Spirit, but to God, that He would send
her something to restore her lover. Her prayer was heard in
heaven and answered, for there at her side sprang up a delicate
cup-shaped flower filled with a dark red wine. Returning thanks
to God she poured the liquid down the parched throat of her lover.
The Indian stirred and opened his eyes, gazing strangely about
him. Then the maiden cried:
"Oh! Cheamu, it was I who wronged thee. I am to blame. For-
give me and I will take thee home."
"Thou hast long since been forgiven," he murmured. "Let us
o"
"No, thou art too weak," she answered, plucking another wine
cu which had sprung up, and, holding it to his lips, told how
she had prayed to the God of the white man and how he had sent
the flower in answer to her prayer.
Then they started slowly homeward, and Cheamu told her of
his many strange adventures and the hardships he had endured.
And the maiden, in her turn, told him of the black-robed priest who
had come to their camp and had told them of the true God, who
had created everything. They grew weary with the heat of sum-
mer and rustled through the brown leaves in autumn before they
reached the Indian village.
The maiden went forward to her father's tent, where she saw
the old man and the priest talking earnestly. He was rejoiced at
seeing her again, and gladly placed the hand of his daughter in
that of the fearless Indian warrior and the priest, rising, bestowed
his blessing upon them.
Then the beautiful girl held out the flower, the delicate, dark
red wine cup, to the priest and told him of its origin. The old
priest's face lit up as he said,
"Daughter, this flower has been sent to thee by God. It was
filled with the holy wine because thou didst pray for it to help an-
other. Truly, the blessing of God is upon thee."
And ever since the day that the Indian maiden prayed in the
lonely forest for something that might restore her lover, the little
flower has bloomed on hillside and in valley as an emblem of un-
sel fishness.1s
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Austin High School (Austin, Tex.). The Comet, Volume 7, Number 8, May 1908, periodical, May 1908; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1218512/m1/30/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Brian W. Schenk Archives, Stephen F. Austin High School.