Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-06-10
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ened away. ttttl Htfs1I -
Pretty soon she came to 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 we're painting
with the heat
All, 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
milk to make her fat and rosy; and now
she comes to triumph in our misery. Go
away, go away, ungrateful child"
Well, If this is the way Pm to be treat
ed, may as well go 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 sorrowfully into the
empty watering trough. She went up TO
him, and laying her hand on his name
said, "Come, | see you have nothing to
yard"
"My cantering days are over" answered
Dobbin, sadly; "many long mile have
carried you, and strong as am, | have
suffered you to guide me as you listed;
and yet, in order that you might go to
parties and wear fine clothes, you have
deprived me of water through ali these
long, hot summer oavs. | am so dry that
| verify believe, If you were to touch me
with lighted match, l should blaze up
like tinder."
"Just so 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
to lay eggs on an empty stomach, / should
like to know9 The grasshoppers have no
more moisture in them than so many
chips, neither have the beetles nor the
squash-bugs, and as TO the garden, might
as well go and scratch for seeds and grain
in the gravel. walk. Cut, cut, cut,-get
out get outp
90 Bruno, will you forsake me tooP"
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 to the
west, and darted away, 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 her
heart would break.
By and by, as she lay there weeping,
she chanced to remember the reed which
the Genius had given her; and, wiping
her eyes on her little white pinafore, she
went to her bureau and took it from the
drawer where it had lain so long. Then
she stole to the garden, and, concealing
herself behind tall sweet-brier bush,
blew faint slvery note. In an instant
the Genius was at her side.
"Well, what now ?" said he.
"Rain,-O, give us rain !" said Florilla.
Certainly, if you wish it," 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
pretty sea-green frock, which water spots,
you know"
az can wear nv old serge and my rid
ing-hood," said Florilla.
"Eoity -toityl. here's change indeed
But perhaps you are thinking of show
er only, while nothing short of 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,-neger."
al shall not be so foolish again." said
Florilla, blushing 10 hear her own words
repeated by the Genius.
"Then you don't think you are quite
wise enough to manage the weather"
30 no, indeed"
"Good; but mind, you must never COM
plain of D1y 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, my child, and, devoutly hop
ing that you may not forget it, l bid you
adieu till we meet again"
Adieu," said Florilla; but the Genius
had already faded away, and there re-
mained only the esweet- brier bush nodding
in the sultry breeze.
That night Florilla was awakened by
the pattering of rain upon the roof, but
no music had ever sounded to her so
sweet. The storm ragged for days, but no
weather had ever seemed to her so delight
full When at last the sun shone out
again, he shone upon world refreshed
and rejuvenated; the trees and grass bore
the tender hues of early spring, the flow
ers looked up in thankfulness, the brooks
went on their way rejoicing to the river,
and the river moved majestically on its
grand march to the sea-" The birds
sang, the bees gathered honey, the hen
cackled over her new-laid eggs, Dobbin
frisked and capered as in his colthood, the
fishes dsrted joyfully through the spark
ling water; and every living creature, in
its own way and manner, joined in the
general iubilate.
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
plete.-Our Young Folks.