Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-09
THE WEATHER WAND
In Fairy Hand Makes the Seasons
Pass in Review in Dreamland.
NAY SHOWERS, SUMNER FLOWERS
Withering Frosts and Biting Blasts Along
Her Winding Stair.
EQUALLBD EVERY DAY In PlTTsBURG
WRITTEN FOR THE DIsPArcH.I

"See what kind of weather we are going
to have?' soliloquized as walked out of
the Office and into the street. "That's pc
culiar assignment, indeedl As If any one
could give a true forecast of what is going
to eome-in Pittsburg. Now if 1 we're in
direct communication with the weather
foundry above"
why shouldn't you be?" interrupted q
sweet, musical voice at my side; and when
looked around 1 saw the prettiest little lady
imaginable. She wore a dress of the finest
satin, and carried dainty little silk um-
brella to shield her precious head from the
ceaseless rain, that was like unto deluge.
1 was taken so unawares that / scarce knew
what to do or say.
"Why shouldn't you be?" repeated the
little eharner. "At least you shall If you'll
be so good as to go with me and mind what
1 tell you.'
OF course 1 was only too glad to go espe-
cially in such splendid company. 1 made all
the promises possible and then when
turned to look around expecting to see
cab that would convey us to our destination
l noticed that l was not in the city at all
and wondered how in the world had got
ten into that big open park. There, too,
was something 1 had not seen before-s
tall, winding stairway of brass seeming to
pierce the heavens, it was so high.
UP WINDING STAIR.
| The little lady waived her silken um-
brella and up the steps we started. 1 had
come out prepared for all kinds of weather
and of course wore an overcoat and carried
an umbrella. Before many moments be-
came entirely too warm"
| Hold onI' cried "This is too much.
I'm getting tired and besides it's aWiully
| warm for some reason or other"
My companion laughed merry ripping
| laugh and 1 saw that instead of an UNI
brella she now carried little wand of gold.
| The clouds had all cleared away and We
were out in the pleasant sunshine. Flowers
were blooming everywhere. 1 decided that
| Overcoats and umbrellas were of no use in
| such delightful climate, but when L
| essaYed to remove them found that l had
no overcoat and in place of an umbrella l
now carried dainty little golden cane. The
| little one noticed my look of surprise and
| her joyous laugh rang through the air. She
| would make no explanations, but soon asked
if L were not ready to ascend higher and see
the mysteries of the clouds.
up! Up!' cried, "We'll see the ruler
of the clouds before we stopp'
INTO THE WINTERS BLASTS.
This caused the little beauty to laugh
| more heartily than ever and feeling the in
| spiration of the moment joined in. Soon
| 1 began to sing of the beauties of summer
but before had gotten through one verse,
chill overspread my entire being and as
looked up something struck me in the face.
found myself in the midst of miserable
| hail storm and began to wonder if that were
| sent upon me as a judgment for having
dared attempt to sing. 1 glanced in the
direction OF my guide and behold what
| change From head 10 foot she was one dark
| mass. Soon, however, she turned toward
me and then 1 saw her beautiful shining
face again. She was decked out in a water
proof, ready for the worst of weather. There
/ stood shivering, wondering where my um-
brella was and wishing had nv overcoat.
"What are you grumbling about?" asked
| the little creature IN severe voice, almost
! before I knew L really was grumbling.
why don't you say what you want?" And
| there she stood holding out a macintosh,
which found just the thing for that sort Of
weather.
'Let's move on" said 1, hoping that 40
tion would drive away the 'shiVers."
INTO SHOWERS oF MAY.
Again the little girl took up the march,
| and soon we emerged from the storm into
shower of rain as light and warm as the
showers of May.
"Surcly this is springtlme," said 1, adj
dressing my companion. "The pretty birds,
| with their songs iull of joy to their Maker,
will soon be heard in the trees, and then all
will be bright and happy summer"
Eyes, there will be birds" she replied,
naivelY, "but L am afraid they'll disap-
| point you somewhat,
"For am the Winter King,
Pee dee dee"
| Then I noticed her waive her tiny wand,
and even as she did so found myself in the
midst of a snow storm. The light, heecy
snow was falling on every hand. / imag-
ined that already everything was covered
| with the beautiful fakes, and in the dis
tanee l could hear the tinkle of the sleigh
bells and the merry, joyous laugh of the
seighing party.
| ONLY A DAY OF PITTsBURG WEATHER.
Again was shiverIng and turned to my
| little friend to ask the meaning of it all but
she was gone. 1 could see her nowhere.
But somebody shook me roughly BY the
shoulder and ] stood in the presence of
| man / had often seen before, but whose
name L could not remember.
"Wbere am I?'' 1 exclaimed.
"In the Signal Service office: Can do
anything for you?" was the reply.
"Why, thought mad visited the clouds
with a beautiful little fairy as a guide. I
saw it rain and snow and hail, and L stood
in the beautiful sunshine admiring the
sweet scented roses of summer. 1t is really
too bad it's not true?" said rather mourn
Iully.
That's all right, young man." said the
Sargent with a smile. 'The only thing
that's lacking is the fairy. You've merely
passed through one day of Pittsburg's
weather." FRANK A. BURR.