The weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1878-1881, 1881-06-14
The Same Old Round.


"Could l see the editor ?" she asked, look
ing around for him and wondering what was
going Oh under his table.
s.Eh! yes, Pm him" responded the editor,
evolving himself and slipping a cork into his
vest pocket. "What can l do for you ?"
~ am a student at Packer Institute" re"
sponded the blushing damsel, ''and l have
written a little article 'On Our School Days.
which | would like to have published in the
Brooklyn Eagle, if youthink itgood enough"
"Certainly,'' replied the editor, gazing in
unconscious admiration upon the beautiful
face before him. ''Does it commence Our
school days? how the words linger i'll swee
cadences on the strings of memory y Is tina
the way it ruiiS :" .
.'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 them -
"How did you know ~
!.Never mind" said the editor, with the Ell
oagiug smile that has endeared him to the cit
liens of Brooklyn. "After that comes, $50
sunshiny! So gilded with the pleasures that
make youth happy, they have flown into the
immutable past and come to us in after life
only as echoes in the caves of sweet recollec-
lion.' Isn't that itw
at certainly is" answered the astonished
gIIl, JhuiuIG Will htllSllt. 'IlON CottlI Nott
know what l had written?"
'Then it changes from the piannissimO and
becomes more tender. The roses of friend
ship are whitening, but we may not hope
they will bloom again as we remember the
affection that bound lis here and made
"No, you're wong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
SIS it Hope on, hope ever ?" asked the eGi-
tor.
"That comes IN further On. You had it
nearly right. 1t is the dun shadows close
around US. The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, but hot v'ithered, and will bloom
again in thu aifectionate remembrance of the
chains thai bound us so lightly
"Strange that | should have made that mis-
take" said the editor musingly. II never
Used on one before. From there it goes
'schoolmates, let us live so that our days
shall be as radiant as those we have known
here, and may we luck happiness from every
bush, forgetting never that the thorns are be-
low the roses. and plying those whose hands
are bruised in the march through life"
"That's it," exclaimed the delighted girl.
"And theH comes, Hope Oh, hope ever :"
"Sure's you're boru,'' cried the editor,
blushing with pleasure, and once more on the
right track. Then it runs: s.And as for you,
teachers DEAR"
eyes, yes, you're right" giggled the girl.
81 can't see how you found me outl Would
You like to print ir?" and her face assumed
an anxious shade.
"Certainly," said the editor. 'Ill say it's
by the most promising young lady in Brook
lynn, the daughter of an esteemed citizen,
and "a lady who has already taken a high So
cial rank"
"lhat finishes the school commencement
at one ~swoop,'' sighed the editor. sloomily, as
the tair vision tluated nut. "Can't see bow !
made that blunder about the shadows and
roses and friendship. Either I'm getting old
or some of the girls Lave struck out some
thing original. Here, Swipes, tell the fore
man to put this slush in the next tax sales
supplement- and the editor felt in his hat for
the cork, and wondered what had happened
to his memory.