The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1881-05-27
THE SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.
Brooklyn Eagle

oEOokASh A~tABlC.
"Could l see the editOr?" she asked,
looking around for him and wondering
what was going ON under the table.
"Eh! yes, Pm him. responded the
editor, evolving himself and slipping a
cork into his vest pochet. "What can l
do for your 10 y.e.tssy =
81 am student at Packer Institute"
responded the blushiRg danlse., ''End
have written little article on Our
School Days which | would like to
have published il the BroolSlyH Eagle,
if you think it good enough"
certainly" replied the editor, gazing
in unconscious admiration upon the
beautiful face before him. Does it COM
mence Our school daysi how the words
lingcr in sweet cadenccs on the strings
of memory Is that the way 1t runs ~
"Why, yes" responded the beaming
girl. Then il goes on, How we look
forward from them TO the time when we
shall look back TO themp How do you
know?'' - satf.1 aasa
"Never mind" said the. editor, with
the engaging smile that has endeaned
him to the citizens of Brooklyn. g Alter
that comes so sunshiny so gilded with
the pleasures that make youth happy,
they have flown into the immutable past
and come to rs in after life only az ech-
Oes in the caves Of sweet fecoiieciion.
Isn't itg" ~
at certainly Is" answered the aston
ished girl, radiant with delight "How
could you know what i had written 80
"Then it changed from the piAnissimo
and becomes more tender: The shadows
gathered around our path. The roses OF
friendship arc withcred, but may NE
hope that they will bloom again rs We
remember that affection thar bound us
here and made 80
"No, you're wrong there" and he
soft eyes looked disappointed.
ais it Hope oHs hope ever " asked the
editor. 80
aThat comes In farther On. You had
it nearly right Il is The dun shadows
close around us. The flowers of friend
ship are sleeping, but not wIthered, and
will bloom again III the affectionate re-
membrance Of the chains that bound us
so lightly"
.sStrange that I should have made that
mistake" said the editor, musinglY. 81
never missed on one before. From there
i il goes: ''Schoolnetes, let as live % that
ali our days shall be s radiaht IS those
we have known here. and may We plnck
happiness from every bush, Forgetting
never that the thorns are below the ros-
Is, and plying those whose hands are
Es
THAT'S itPi exclaimed the delighted
girl "And then comes hope on, hope
ever"
"Sure's your born :" cried the editor,
blushing with pleasure, and once more
On the right track Then it runs : And
as for you, teachers dearlp kst
"Yes, yes. You are right, 2 giggled the
girl. az can't see how you found me
out. Would you like to print it9' and
her face assumed an anxious shade.
"CertAinly,'' responded the editor.
an say it's by the most promising
young lady of Brooklyn, the daughter
/ of an esteemed citizen, and lady who
has already taken high social rank
THAT finishes the school commence
ment at the sWoop," sighed the editor,
gloomily, as the fair vision floaied ON.
Cant see how made that blunder
about the shadows and roses and friend
ship. Either am getfiag old or some of
these girls have struck out on something
/ original. Here, Swipes, tell the fore
man to put dis slnali IN the next tax
sales Supplement- and the editor felt
| In his hair for the cork, and wondered
what had happened TO his memory.