Arizona republican., 1891-04-08
MORNING GLORY.

Once upon time, somewhere, in Some
 body's garden, there grew Morning
 Glory vine Nobody knew how it came
 there, for no one had planted it, but it
 was a 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 the ground
 where she had been all of her short
 life, SO she crept slowly along to find
 something to take hold of that she
 might climb high up into the bright sunlight. She put out her tender ten dnls 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 small stone that he 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 grop- ing about for support, so he fastened a string from peg stuck into the ground up to Somebody's window sill, and then be 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 the 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 to where she wished to go-up toward the beautiful blue sky and the great golden sun.
 So she climbed along the string, slowly al first, then faster each day as she be- gan to know the way, until, like Jacks bean stalk, she had reached the window sill.
 Now Somebody, the person who owned the garden. was i'll; so ill that he had to stay always in his room with an ugly black bandage over his eyes, and the doctors feared that he might never see again.
 He was very unhappy, and was often oh, so very!-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 peo- pie to wait upon him, and with ever so much money to buy things 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 a 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 rough, impatient movement, and it caught his finger and bruised 1t little.
 This made Somebody very angry, and he said some very unpleasant things about the person who dared to put a nail outside his window, and he felt about, very cautiously this time, to find the nail once more, that he might tear if out
 So he moved his hand slowly along npon 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 it was one just the same. and the little green hand grasped the great white one and they seemed to know and under stand each other at once. for the little green hand said to the large white one very tenderly' "Oh! so you are blind, too! am so sorryr'
 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 the 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 two-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 hopefuiness of the ! little green plant helped Somebody to be a little bit hopeful, too. You see 1t was harder for him. for he had not always i been blind. while she had never seen, and was SO used to it that now she hard y minded 1t at all.
 One morning the Morning Glory | brought her friend surprise. She had tept it secret all the while. and now