The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-06-09

| Pretty soon she came to a pasture
where some cattle were seeking shelter
under the scorched and withered trees.
The poor creatures were stretched upon
| the ground, their tongues were lolling
from their mouths, and they were painting
with the heat.
"Ah, that is the little girl who caused
the springs to dry up," said a fine large
OK, fixing his mild eyes reproachfully
upon Florilla. "All our lives we have
labored patiently for her and hers, and
this is the reward we get"
"And we" said the COW, "although we
have not worked in the plow or the
cart, we have given her butter for her
bread cream for her strawberries and
mix to make her fat and rosy: and now
she comes to triumph in our misery. Go
awav, 90 awav. ungrateful child"
"Well, if this is the way I'm 70 he treat
ed, | may as we'll 90 back again" said
FlOrilla.-and she ran as fast as she could
toward home The first thing she saw.
when she came TO her fathers yard. was
old Dobbin gazing sorrowfuilv into the
emrty watering trough She went up to
him, and laying her hand on his name
said. "Come. I see You have nothing to
do, let's have canter up and down the
yard"
"My cantering daysar over" answered
Dobhin, sadly; "meny a LONG mile have
carried yOu, and strong as | am, ! have
suffered you to guide me as YOU listed;
and vet, in order that might go to
parties and wear fine clothes, Won have
deprived me of water through ali these
l0ng, hot summer cavs. am 81 dry that
verify believe, if YOU were 70 touch me
~r-ifh 1f~rhf tod ofnh T 81
like finder"
"JuSt 50 with me-" said the hen. who
was sitting on the pump; "and yet you
expect me to lay an egg for your break
fast every day. How is anybody going
70 Law eggs on an empty stomach. should
like TO know? The grasshOppers have no
more moisture in them than so manv
chins. neither have the beetles nor the
squash bugs. and as tothe garden, / might
as well go and scratch for seeds and grain
in the gravel walk. Cut, cut, cut,-get
out pet outp'
go Bruno, will yOu forsske me toOs"
cried Florilla. throwing her arms round
the neck of the old house-dog Bruno
snarled snapped et her, and, clearing the
fence with one bound. set his nose 10 the
west, and darted awav, away, till he
plunged at last headforemOst into the
great round red setting sun
Then Florilla threw herself upon the
ground. exclaiming, "There is no creature
loves me" The precise words which
King Richard the Third uttered on Bos-
worth field but it is not likely the child
knew anything Of that.
"There is no creature loves mep ex-
claimed she, and sobbed as though ner
heart would break.
Dv op1 hxv ac che low fbara rrooriuU
she chanced to remember the reed which
the Genius had given ber; and. wiping
her eyes on her little white pinafore, she
went to her bureau and took it from the
drawer where it bad lain 50 long. Then
she stole to the garden, and. concea'ing
herself behind a tall sweet-brier bush.
blew faint silvery note. In an infant
the Genius was at her side.
"Well, what now ?" said he.
"Rain.-O, give us rain !" said Florilla.
"Certainlv, if YOU wish t." said he,
"but remember. tomorrow is the picnic
at Cedar Grove"
No matter for the picnic" criei she.
"And Sunday YOU want to wear your
pret'v -green frock, which water spots,
you know"
al can wear nv old serge and my rid
ing-hood," said Florilla.
"uoitv toityi here's a change indeed,
But perhaps you are thinking of show
er only, while nothing short of a weeks
storm will put things where they were
before. Just think how dismal it will be
to stav in the house looking at the
weather-cock, and wishing it would stop
raining and never rain again.-neDer."
q shall not be so foolish again." said
Florilla, hlushing 10 hear her own words
repeated by the Genius.
"Then YOU don't think you are quite
wise enough to manage the weather.
go no. indeed"
"Good; but mind, you must never COM
plain of my management, even though 1t
should sometimes cross your plans"
al never shall, for shall be sure you
know hest"
Excellent | see you have learned
good lesson. nv child, and, devoutly hop
ing that you may not forget il, | bid you
adieu till we meet again"
"Adicu," said Florilla; but the Genius
had already faded away, and there re-
mained only the sweet -brier bush nodding
in the sultrv breeze.
That night Florilla was awakened bv
the patterng of rain upon the roof, but
no music had ever sounded to her so
sweet. The storm ragged for days, hut no
weather had ever seemed t. her 50 delight
ful When at last the sun shone out
again, he shone upOn a world refreshed
and reiuvenated; the trees and grass bore
the tender hues of early spring the How
ers looked up in thankfulness, the brooks
went on their way rejoicing to the river,
and the river moved maiestically on its
"grand march to the sea" The biris
sang, the bees gathered honey, the hen
csckled over her new laid eggs, Dobbin
frisked and capered as in his colthood, the
fishes darted joyfully through the spark
ling water; and every living creature, in
its own way and manner, Joined in the
general jubilate.
When, one fine morning, old Bruno
came trotting in at the east door, as If he
had Just returned from journey round
the world Florilla's happiness was COM