The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-03-13


that it was pink, but he felt that it was
lovely, and he kissed the pretty flower
and murluure<l, ''You little beauty"
and that made the Morning Glory very
happy, for all mothers dearly love TO
have their babies admired, you know.
And the next morning Somebody had
q surprise for the Morning Glory. That
was secret, too. No one knew it yet
but the doctor. and Somebody drew the
little Morning Glory close to his lips and
whispered it into her ear. Then the little
green hand twined about the great white
one, and this is what it said, 81 am SO
glad that you are not going to be blind
any more And Somebody understood
it, and the Morning Glory again felt two
great warm drops which she knew to be
tears; but they were not bitter like the
first ones; they were very sweet, because
they were tears of joy.
After this Somebody went away and
was gone u long time. The weeks pass
ed and he did not return, and the little
Morning Glory was very sad; she felt
hurt that he had left her so suddenly
and with no word of adieu.
Everything was in state of great
hustle and preparation ali over the place
Little Morning Glory could hear them
hammering and running about, and she
felt that something was going to happen.
Once she caught the word ''bride, and
something told her what it all meant,
and little jealous pain went through
her heart, for she had once overheard
the housemaid telling the cook that all
men were tickle, and that when they
were away from one they never thought
of one at all, and were taken up with
whoever was nearest them, and the
cook had agreed fully with all that the
houseInaid had said, and the cook knew
men if any one did, she said.
So little Morning Glory hung her
leaves in sadness and quite forgot to feel
proud of her pretty pink babies-for there
were great many of them now.
Once she felt something tug at her
roots and d rough hand grasped her;
then IA kind voice said, Don't touch that;
master loved the little vine, and it must
be left as it is" Oh, how relieved little
Morning Glory felt at these words! She
reached out and tried to touch the
speaker, but the maid hurried away and
never saw the little green hands at all.
Soon the nights began to be chilly, and
one by one her babies left her and hut-
tered to the ground, and she herself
grew pale and felt very weak and i'll.
and she feared that she was going to die.
How she wished that Somebody would
come back: she was afraid that he would
be too late.
One morning she heard the window
open, and Somebody again stood there:
there was some one with him nova
! beautiful lady-and he held her in his
arms and called her ''Sweetheart.' In
his new happiness he had quite forgotten
his little friend. and Morning Glory
heart ache1 as she remembered what the
maid had told the cook.
Just then Somebody looked out and
saw poor little Morning Glory with her
leaves all faded and brown, and he re-
preached himself because he had not
thought of her before.
Here, dearest, - he said to the lady
''this is the little friend 1 told you of,
and he laid the withered little stem in
the lady's delicate hand.
A glad thrill ran through the Morning
Glory, and she dropped sixty tiny seeds
into the soft open palm; then as the wind
swept around the corner a sudden shud-
| der seized her, and little Morning Glory
was dead
''See! my petr' said Somebody, pointing
to the little black seeds, that means
| good luck; it is her gift to the bride.'
And the beautiful lady smiled and she
put the seed, in little box, saying,
| Next year we will have another Morn
ing Glory vine there just like the old one. >
mo, said Somebody, never one quite
like that, for that one was like little
friend; it really seemed to understand
me. But then I don't need any one to
understand Inc now, for I have you,
and again the lady was folded in a loving
embrace and Somebody kissed her softly.
Marie Moore Morse IN Chicago Times