A cheerful little room in the East wing of
St. Margaret's Hospital, Kansas City, Kansas;
an invalid chair wheeled up to a window over
looking the street; and the eager, expectant
face and the warm hand clasp of the occupant,
Mrs. Cornelia M. Stockton, assures the visitor
of a hearty welcome.

Greatly enfeebled by long illness and with
impaired sight, this bright, little woman's keen
interest in current events and the latest ``best
seller'' puts to shame the half-hearted zeal of
the average woman.

For four years, Mrs. Stockton has lived at
St. Margaret's, depending upon the visits of
friends and the memory of an eventful life to
pass the days. Prominence in club work in
her earlier years has brought reward. The
History Club of Kansas City, Kansas, of which
she was once a member, each week sends a
member to read to her and these are red letter
days to this brave, patient, little woman.

Mrs. Stockton began writing very young.
When a little girl, back in the village of Walden,
New York, she stole up to the pulpit of
the church and wrote in her pastor's Bible: