Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1922-07-05
MORNING GLORY
BY MILDRED WHITE

IL was a little shack In the wood.
Stanley came upon it gratefully.
think IL was the morning glories about
the shabby doorway which first drew
his attention. They were such fresh,
dewy morning glcries. lie was won
dering YEARLY II he would be obliged
TO eat By the dusty roadside the unin-
wiling lunch his village host had put
up for him. when a snort walk brought
him To a small wooded place and the
unexpected g-glogy-draped door.
The young civil engineer entered
He felt all at once miraculously re-
turued 10 the days OF his childhood,
and a participation in the Olden tale OF
The Three Bears"
For before him. I'm the crude room,
stood a neat willow rocker, while near
by, on a pine table, was placed a blue
bowl, filled with cold. foamy milk; be-
side the milk two tempting fruit rolls.
The place was silent. In desolation.
someone" remarked the young
man whimslcally, "has, indeed. been
here"
Nevertheless, the temptation TO re-
main In enjoyment OF the restful shell
ter was great. Stanley sank with q
happy sigh into the willow chair.
Fellow who puts up here wouldn't
mind" he told himself. Then his gaze
was attracted 10 the walls of the cabin,
where, again astonishingly, various re-
membered gay prints accosted him.
rsfn
here Goldyloeks-Allce, in her Won
derlnnd.
The civil engineer shook his head.
"It's too many for me-" he muir
INJURED perplexed. cor am in some
kids camp in the woods? That's IL,
for sure"
His eyes were on the cold, foaming
milk. my. that road had been hot
and dusty"
"Tll make II up TO them later" Stan
ley satisfied himself-and drank the
milk. Thereupon, lulled by the sway
ing morning glories, Stanley Evers,
dlgnifed and respected in his profess
sion, fell sound asleep.
II must have been hours afterward
that he awoke 70 see-her. She was
Ike a morning glory herself. Her
/ frock was the same dainty blue, and
there was a sweet freshness about her
Understandable. Her eyes. as she
raised them coolly. questiOnlngly, were
/ soft and dewy, too.
81 hope" stammered the young man,
shat I do not intruder
"If you do not" answered his I'M
willing hostess, II wonder what you
call it,"
Stanley stared.
II also drank the milk" he con-
Y fessed.
The young woman looked up from
the page she was reading.
$50 see" she said.
He grinned.
ut must have been the effect OF
I those bear pictures Oh the wall" he
explained. "sort Of living illustration
of the old story. Added 10 which
I came In from the road thirsty and
weary 10 oblivion. But I'll make IL all
I up 10 the kids. This place sort of puz-
zled me. until / reflected that II was
probably n small camp for children.
] Whose children are theyr
The young woman smiled.
"why, they are my children" she
said.
"Yours?" Stanley's tone was I'M
believing. Also. II had a tinge Of quick
disappointment.
"Children here now7' he asked her
cvnfusedly.
ooh. they come and go, as / bring
them" she airily replied.
II was necessary for Stanley 10 pass
her bowed head as he went disconso-
lately through the doorway. Looking
up. lmpulsively, and, as IL seemed, mis-
chievously, she handed 10 him letter.
Scarcely realizing, he read the opening
line:
| Dear Morning Glory:
won't you let us hear from you again
soon, please? We miss you So"
"Morning Glory7" he repeated
vaguely.
The woman nodded.
/ They call me tEat, she saiu' my
chIldren-everywhere."
Everywhere" Stanley swung about
on his heel.
She nodded again and a dimple
popped out in her cheek.
81 think II was tho morning glorles
about the shack door that gave me
,be idea of my pen-name when began
70 write children's stories" she In
formed him. Il found this ideally
isolated spot one day when we were
motoring. have not been writing for
a time and II seems that my children
all over the world-niiss me. Isn't
that dear little letter." Gracefully
she arose TO dismiss him.
"And you we're quite welcome to the
bread and milk. Mr.. Stanley Evers.