The Glenwood post., 1922-07-27
MORNING GLORY
BY MILDRED WHITE

eNJ tpoi IL SIattlully-
think 1t was the morning glories about
the shabby doorway which first drew
his attention. They We're such fresh
dewy morning glories. He was Won
dering wearily if he would be obliged
to eat by the dusty roadside the unin-
wiling lunch his village host had put
up for him, when short walk brought
him to a small wooded place and the
unexpected morning glory draped door.
The young civil engineer entered.
He felt all ut once miraculously re-
turned to the days Of his childhood,
and u participator in the olden tale of
THE Three Bears"
For before him, in the crude room,
stood neat willow rocker, while near
by, on pine table, was placed blue
bowl, filled with cold, foamy milk; be-
side the milk two tempting fruit rolls
The place was silent, in desolation.
"SOmeoue," remarked the young
man whimsically, has, indeed, been
here"
Nevertheless, the temptation to re-
main In enjoyment of the restful shell
ter was great Stanley sank with Il
happy sigh into the willow chair.
"Fellow who puts up here wouldn't
mind" he told himself. Then his gaze
was attracted to the walls of the cabin
where, again astonishingly, various re-
membered gay prints accosted him.
Here We're the three bears pictured
here Goldylocks-Alce, in her Won
1erland
The civil engineer shook his head.
Its too many for me-" he MUIR
INJURED perplexed "Or am L in some
for sure"
His eyes We're on the cold, foaming
milk. My, that road had been hot
and dusty"
"Tll make it up TO them later" Stan
ley satisfied himself-and drank the
milk. Thereupon, luled by the sway
Ing morning glories, Stanley Evers,
dignitied and respected in his profess
sion, fell sound asleep.
1t must have been hours afterward
that he awoke to see-her. She was
like a morning glory herself Her
frock was the same dainty blue, and
there was sweet freshness about her
-indescribable. Her eyes, as she
raised them coolly, questioningly, were
soft and dewy. too.
"I hope" stammered the young man,
that do not intruder"
"If you do not" answered his un-
willing hostess. "I wonder what you
call it?"
Stanley stared.
IL also drank the milk" he con-
fessed.
The young woman looked up from
the page she was reading.
$50 l see." she said.
He grlnned.
ut must have been the effect of
those bear pictures On the wall" he
explained, "sort Of living illustration
of the old story. Added to which,
i came in from the road thirsty and
weary to oblivion. But I'll make it all
up to the kids. This place sort of puz-
zled me, until reflected that 1t was
probably small camp for children.
Whose children are they?"
The young woman smiled
why, they are my children" she
said.
"Yours?" Stanley's tone was I'M
believing. Also it had tinge of quick
disappointment.
"Chlldren here now?" he asked her
confusedly.
"Oh, they come and go, as l bring
them" she airily replied
,u,s na,aesor,, far St,,lox, ,,..
her bowed head as he went disconso-
lately through the doorway. Looking
up, impuls!vely, and, as 1t seemed, mis-
chievously, she handed to him a letter.
Scarcely realizing, he read the opening
line:
"Dear Morning Glory.
Wont you let us hear from you again
soon. please2 We miss you so'
Morning Glory?" he repeated
vaguely.
The woman nodded.
'They call me that" she said, my
children-everywhe
"Everywhere?" Stanley swung about
on his heel.
NHe nbu'leu dSulH anu uiIUple
popped out in her cheek.
81 think it was tho morning glorles
about the shack door that gave me
the idea of my pen-name when ! began
to write children's stories" she in
formed him. II found this ideally
isolated spot one day when we We're
motoring. / have not been writing for
time and 1t seems that my children
all over the wOrld-miss me. Isn't
that dear little letter?' Gracefully
she arose to dismiss him
"And you were quite welcome to the
bread and milk, Mr.. Stanley Evers.
Of whom / have heard such worthy
things Also. | shall be away from the
solitude for time, and you are mt
liberty to make yourself at home in the
cabin as it pleases you"
''If you'll add n little personal COM
panionship later to all that generosity
he said humbly, "I'll be awfully