The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1881-06-03
The Same Old Round.

OOu4u i see Gu0 oQlIOT! SQ0 ASKED,
looking around for him and wondering
what was going on under his table.
"Oh! yes, I'm him." responded the
cork into his vest pocket. tWhat can I
do for you?"
81 am student at Packer Institute, 2
responded the blushing damsel, ''and I
have written little article on sOur
published, if you think it good enough" !"
Certainly" replied the editor, gazing
in unconscious admiration upon the
beautiful face before him. s'Does it
commence 'sOur school days! how the
words inger in sweet cadences on the
strings of memory Is that the way it
runs?"
s'Why, yes," responded the beaming
girl. 'sThen it goes on, How we look
forward from them to the time when we
shall look back to themr How did you
know"
Never mind, " said the editor, with the
engaging smile which has endeared him
to the citizens of Brooklyn. "After that
comes, so sunshiny! So gilded with
the pleasures that make youth happy,
they have flown into the immutable past
and come to usin after-life only as echoes
in the caves of sweet recollection Isn't
that it?'
It certainly is" answered the aston
ished girl radiant with delight. "How
could you know what had written?"
''Then it changes from the pianissimo
and becomes more tender. ssThe shad-
ows gather around our path. The roses
of friendship are whitening, but may we
not hope that they will bloom again in
remembrance of the affection that bound
here and made
'sNo, you're wrong there" and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
It is hope on, hope everp' asked the
editor.
..That comes in further on. You had
it nearly right It is, The dun shadows
close around us. The flowers of friend
ship are sleeping, but not withered, and
will bloom again in the afectionate re-
membrance of the chains that bound us
SO lightly"
''Strange that I should have made that
mistake" said the editor, musingly, ST
never missed on one before. From there
it goes, tschoolmate, let us live SO that
our days shall be radiant as those we
have known here, and may we pluck
happiness from every bush, forgetting
never that the thorns are below the roses
and pitying those whose hands are bruised
in the march through life" :"
s'That's it? exclaimed The delighted
girl; "and then comes Hope on, hope
ever"
'sSure's your born!'' cried the editor,
blushing with pleasure, and oncemore
on the right track. '"Then it runs: And
as for you, teachers dear %
Eyes, yes; you are right. giggled the
girl; II can't see how you found me out.
Would you like to print it ?" and her
face assumed an axious shade.
Certainly" responded the editor.
ssI'll say it's by the most promising young
lady in Brooklyn, the daughter of an es-
teemed citizen and lady who has al
ready taken high social rank!'
ssThat finishes the school commence
ments at one swoop," sighed the editor,
gloomily, as the fair vision foated out.
"Can't see how made that blunder
about shadows and roses and friendship.
Either I'm getting old or some of these
girls have struck ont something original.
Here, Swipes, tell the foreman to put
this slush in the next tax sales supple
ment," and the editor felt in his hair
for the cork, and wondered what had
happened to his memory Brooklyn
Eagle.