The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1915-10-05
Bedtime Stories
For Little Folks
WHY THE MORNING GLORY
SLEEPS.

SLEEPS.
One day the flowers got into very |
angry discussion over the sun, of |
whom they were very fond.
Surely, you all must know that
he loves me best" said the rose. HE
shines upon me and makes me sweet
er than any of you, and he gives me
the colors that are most admired by
man."
81 do not see how you can say
that" said the Dahlia. you may give
forth more fragrance than / can, but
you cannot think for a second that
you are more beautiful. Why, my col
ors are richer than yours and last
much longer. The sun certainly loves
me the best"
The modest lily looked at the dah-
liza and said in a low, sweet voice:
Il do not wish to be bold, but | feel
that the sun loves me and that |
should let you know that he gives to
me more fragrance than to any of
YOU"
"Oh, oh! Hear N.Y. saIu the others
in chorus. "She thinks the king of
the day loves her best" ger
The lily hung her head and said no
more, for the other flowers quite
frightened her with their taunts.
How can any of you think you are
the best beloved of the sum- said gold
en- glow. when you behold my glow
ing color, which the sun bestows on
me, do any of you look so much like
him as l do? No, indeed; he loves
me best"
The hollyhock looked odwn on the
others with plying glances. at is
plain to be seen that you have never
noticed that the sun shines on me
with more warmth than to you, and
now must tell you he loves me best
and gives me the tenderest of his
smiles. See how tall l am and how
gorgeous are my colors. He loves me
best"
when it comes to sweetness l am
sure you have forgotten me-" said the
honeysuckle. "Why, the king of day
loves me best, you may be sure. He
makes me give forth more sweetness
than any of yon."
''You may be very sweet" said the
pansy," but surely you know that m!
pet name is hearts ease and that the
sun loves me best. Look at my beau
tiful soft, rich colors. To none of yol
does he give such velvet beauty ss t.
me. l am nearest his heart and wa!
best beloved"
The morning glory listened to al
this with envy in her heart. She die
not give forth sweetness as many O
the others, neither did she posses!
the beauty of the rose or the pansy.
IF only could get him to notice
me-" she thought. 81 am dainty ant
frail and | am sure he would admire
me If only he could behold me, but the
others are always here and in sucf
glowing colors that poor little me is
overshadowed by their beauty"
All day morning glory thought o.
the sun and wondered how she coult
attract his attention to herself, ant
at night she smiled, for she hat
thought of plan. She would get W
early in the morning and greet hin
before the other flowers were awake
She went to bed early that night sc
that she might not oversleep in the
morning, and when the first streak o.
dawn showed in the sky morning glor!
opened her eyes and shook out hel
delicate folds. The dew was on hel
and she turned her face towarc the
sun.
AS soon as she peeped into the gar
den the sun beheld her. How daint!
and lovely you are" he said. 81 hav'
never noticed before the beauty a
your colors, morning glory" and HI
let his warm glances fall ana hinge
upon her.
The sunfiower all this time wa
watching with jealous eyes, for sh
was the one who had always welcomed
the sun, and this morning he SCENE,
to have entirely forgotten her.
Still suntiower kept her gaze upol
them and wondered what she coul
do to win back her king from tn
delicate little morning glory.