Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-04-27

they had left me to die alone. But was
afraid to cry out Finally saw a bright
light, and the flower queen in her new
bright robes stood beside me, what are
my little violets still sleeping?' she asked.
Wake up, wake up; see how bright the
sun is shining, and hear how the birds are
singing. When I opened nv ewes here /
was on the same soft moss and under the
kind old tree. But hope shall never
again have such an unpleasant dream"
As the violet ceased speaking it began to
grow dark, and, after bidding her friend
goodnight, she fell asleep and did not
waken till the morning sun shone through
the branches. Many other forest flowers
had by this time ventured out of their home
under the earth, and the anemones and
bluets were now holding a reception under
the oak tree. The violet looked on with de-
light, and gave the newcomers a cordial
welcome. Then she saw on the grass not far
away a flower much larger and handsomer
than the others; its blue and yellow leaves
seemed sprinkled with the finest gold dust,
which glittered and shone in the sunlight.
The strange flower began to move, and
coming to the violet, said:
do you not know me, nv little friepd?"
The voice certainly had very familiar
sound, but the violet was sure she had never
before seen the beautiful flower. Shaking
her head she replied:
You are very handsome and am proud
to be called your friend; but / do not re-
member you and think have never seen a
flower like you.''
81 am no flower" said the stranger; osee.
there lies my empty shell, and they now
call me butterfly. Nv hopes at last have
been realized, and with these beautiful
wings I can fly through the field and for
est"
81 am glad to see you so happy" said the
violet; "but 1 shall be very lonely when
you are gone away"
''Oh, am not going to leave YOU. nv
dear friend" said the butterfly; "you shall
always be my playmate and companion. I
shall fly through the woods during the day.
and in the evening shall tell you about nv
travels"
The days now passed very happily for tn e
two friends. Every morning the butterfly
would take leave of the violet and then be.
gin his journey through the surrounding
country. When he retdrned he would tell
OF the wonders he had seen; of the gold fish
In the lake; of the reeds along the shore;
and OF the birds nests with their many COL
ored eggs. When the night came. and the
moonbeams fell through the trees and the
fire flies were fitting to and fro. the violet
would talk OF the flower queen and the fairy
island until she fell asleep,
One day on the shore of the lake the
butterfly met another butterfly dressed in
red uniform who called himself an admiral
and told of a white marble palace which
stood on the other side of the hin sur-
rounded by large garden, in which lived
the most beautiful flowers.
Nothing at all like these common wild
flowers" be said.
When tha hu+terHv bad ella Al.
his meeting with the admiral, it was de-
cided that he should spend the next dav in
the garden, and in the evening relate its
beauties TO his little friend,
Early the next morning he flew over the
hill, and there saw the marble palace with
its golden roof and the beautiful garden,
Hundreds and hundreds OF the rarest trees
and choicest flowers filled the air with their
fragrance. The butterfly was astonished at
the sight OF SO much beauty, and entering
garden lighted on rose tree, where he again
met his friend the admiral, who greeted him
in a most friendly way and went with him
through the garden, introducing him to the
flowers. Everyone had pleasant word for
the stranger, even the naughty tulips gave
him friendly nod. They listened with in
terest to his account of his woodland home;
but laughed SO scornfully when he told of
his playmate the violet. that he became
ashamed of his little friend and declared he
would never again 60 back to the forest.
Day after day he lived in the beautiful
garden, breathing the rich fragrance of the
flowers without noticing that the bright
color was fading from his wings. But the
flowers observed how dull and gray their
friend was becoming, and no longer took
any interest in him. They began to treat
him very coldly, and some would not even
speak to him, but turned away their heads
when he came near.
One day cruel boy came into the garden,
and catching the admiral, ran q pin through |
his body. In his fright the butterfly fev |