Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-04

N4S8 happiness, however,
-AN&Q was their only child.
@S a little girl named
Florence. Wherever
this little girl was her pretty face, beautiful
eyes and good temper seemed to impart
brightness to all her surroundings Nobody
had ever been in the presence of this charm
ing child without feeling the better for it in
some way. The unhappy she would I'LL
with new and brighter hopes for the future;
to the sick and ailing she would administer
a trust and confidence in a speedy recovery,
which made them always feel as If they
were getting better; and to the bad and low
her example of goodness, kindness and hon.
esty was just like beacon light that seemed
to show them the wrong of their ways and
lead them on to do better.
To have such a daughter it is not to be
wondered at that her father, Ben Bromley,
and her mother, Mrs. Bromley, were just as
fond of their child as they could be. All
their sorrows of poverty they forgot while
she was around. Florence was their bourne
of constant happiness, and they always
called her the fountain OF their good Tor
tune.
But alaS 1Or In6Se pOOT pSOplSS
the fountain of their good fortune, the JOY
of their lives, suddenly died.
One day, while she had been in the forest
hunting with some of her young friends for
flowers, a snake came suddenly darting at
her from a hole in the ground, and before
the child was able to escape, the snake had
taken hold of her by the hand and given
= her a severe bite. Florence, frightened
from the shock, fell to the ground in an un-
conscious condition. The snake crawled
back into the hole under the ground. and
looked as if even it was sorry for what 1t
had done.
However, there was no help for it now.
Florence was dead. The deadly poison from
the snake had had its effect. The arm OF
the child soon began to swell to an enormous
size. All the children who had been with
her hunting for flowers began to cry bitterly,
and there was not one who did not honestly
lament the death of their dear little friend.
When they saw that she was really dead
tney ran home as fast as they could and told
of the dreadful thing which had happened
to beautiful little Florence. The awful
news created the greatest sorrow and grief
throughout the entire village, and very soon
there was not dry eye to be found any
where The tears rolled so fast from the
people that the streets were covered with the
moisture and when the animals of the village,
the dogs, cats, hens, roosters, cows, horses
and calves heard about it, too, then the flow
of tears from their sadness inundated the
entire place.
1t would be useless to attempt a descrip-
tion of the grief of Ben Bromley and his
wife. They were simply heartbroken, and
nothing in the world could console them.
AT last, however, some of the people be-
gan to think that it was time to 60 into the
woods and bring the corpse of little Florence
home.
"who knows" said some of them very
wisely, whether some wild beast might not
come and eat her up
So they all ran to the woods as fast as
their legs could carry them. The children
ran in the front, however, because they
knew where Florence's body was to be
found But how astonished were they all
when they noticed the body surrounded by