Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-04-22
THE MORNING GLORY.

Once upon Tune, somewhere, IN
Somebody's garden, there grew Morn
ing Glory vine. Nobody kenw how it
came there, for no one had planted it,
but it was pretty little thing, with
green hearts for leaves and cunning little
pale green curls here and there upon its
fuzzy stem.
She wanted to get up off of the ground
. where she had been all of her short life,
SO she crept slowly along to find some
thing to take hold of, that she might
climb high up into the bright sunlight.
She put out her tender tendrils and felt
carefully along, for she was blind, poor
little thing, and could not see where she
was going.
AS she reached out she felt something
hard. "Ah, perhaps this is something
high" thought the Morning Glory, so
she crawled up the side quite to the top,
but she was not high at all-not much
higher than the ground-for it was only
q small stone that she had found; so she
sadly crept back down the other side,
and she lay there quite discouraged.
There was an old man who used to take
care of Somebody's garden, and he saw
this plant growing there and cropping
about for support, sos he fastened a
string from peg stuck into the ground
up to Somebody's window sill, and then
he quite forgot all about it.
The next morning the Morning Glory
felt more cheerful, and she started upon
her search again. She had not far to go
this time, because the kind old man had
fastened the peg very near to where she
lay so she reached about with caution
to avoid another stone, and took hold of
tie string.
The poor, sightless little thing did not
know that the old man had put it there
for her, but somehow she felt that it
would lead her where she so wished to
go-up toward the beautiful sky and the
great golden sun.
So she climbed along the string, slowly
at first, then faster each day as she be-
gan to know the way, until, like Jacks
beanstalk, she had reached the window
sill.
Now Somebody, the person who owned
the garden, was i'll so i'll that he had to
stay always in his room with an ugly
black bandage over his eyes, and the doc
tors feared that he might never see again.
He was very unhappy, and was often
---oh, so veryl-cross; and the servants
quite feared him when he spoke to them
in a harsh and authoritative voice.
He had no relatives, and he lived quite
alone in his great house, with many
people to wait upon him and with ever
SO much money to buy thing to make
him happy. But the things that one
buys do not always make one happy,
and he was terribly wretched in his big.
fine house.
One morning he groped his way to the
open window and put his hand out upon
the side of the frame, and he felt little,
sharp nail. Now, If he had been gentle
the nail would not have hurt him, for it
was harmless little thing; but he made
a rough, impatient movement, and it
caught his finger and bruised it little.
This made Somebody very angry, and
he said some very unpleasant things
about the person who dared to put nail
outside his window, and he felt about,
very cautiously this time, to find the
nail once more, that he might tear it out.
So he moved his hand slowly along
upon the sill, and the Morning Glory was
reaching her little hand about there at
the same time, and their two hands met.
One did not look at all like hand, but
il was one just the same, and the little
green hand grasped the great white one
and they seemed to know and to UNDER
stand each other at once, for the little
green hand said to the large white one
very tenderly: ~Ohl so you are blind,
tool ! am 50 sorryi"
The great hand did not try to find the
nail after that; it just touched the Morn
ing Glory with soft caress and two
great drops fell upon her leaves. They
felt strangely and not at all like the cool
rain drops which sometimes watered the
Morning Glory, and something told her
that these drops were tears.
Now, after this, these wo-Somebody
and the Morning GlOry-grew to love
each other very dearly, and each day
they would feel about for one another,
and the dainty Morning Glory would
nestle against his bearded cheek and
Somebody would pet her and stroke her
leaves very gently.
And the cheerful hopefulness of the
little green plant helped Somebody to be
q little bit hopeful, too. You see it was
harder for him, for he had not always
been blind. while she had never seen. and
was so used to It that now she hardly
minded il at all.
One morning the Morning fs1o,v