The Indianapolis leader. (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1879-1890, 1881-06-11
THE SAME OLD ROUND.
A Very Seasonable Return of Boarding
school Literature.
brooklyn Eaglel
NO. A..

n very SeaeOnaDie Return boarolu&
school Literature.
brooklyn Eagle.
"Could I see the editor?" she as ked, look
ing around for him, and wondering what
was going on under his table.
''Eh? yes I'm him" responded the editor,
evolving himself and slipping cork into
his vest pocket "What can do for your
81 am a student at Packer Institute" re-
sponded the blushing damsel, "and have
written little article on our School Days
which l would like TO have published in the
Brooklyn Eagle, if you think it good
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 in sweet
cadences on the strings of memoryr is
| that the way it runs?'
"Why, yes" responded the beaming girl.
"Then it goes on, How we look forward
from them to the time when we shall look
back to them!' How did you known"
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 us in
after life only as echoes in the caves Of
sweet recollection Isn't that it?'
alt certainly is" answered the astonished
| girl, radiant with delight. How could you
know what had written?"
Then it changes from the pianissimo and
becomes more tender: The shadows gather
around our path. The roses of friendship
are whitening, but may not we hope that
| they will bloom again as we remember the
affection that bound us here and made"
mo, you re wrong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
"Is it Hope on, hope ever%" asked the
editor.
'That comes in further on. You had il
nearly right. 1t is The dull shadows close
around us. The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, but not withered, and will bloom
again in affectionate remembrance of the
chains that bound us so lightly"
"Strange that | should have made that
mistake said the editor musingly. II
never missed on one before. From there it
goes, 'Schoolmates, let us live so that all our
days shall be as 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.' q"
That's it'' exclaimed the delighted girl.
"And then comes Hope on, hope ever"
"Sures your born! cried the editor,
| blushing with pleasure and once more on
the right track. "Then it runs, And as for
you, teachers dearr"
''Yes. yes. you're right" giggled the girl.
II can't see how you found me out! Would
you like to print it?" and her face assumed
an anxious shade.
Certainly" responded the editor. "Tll
say it's by the most promising young lady.in
Brooklyn, the daughter of an esteemed citi-
zen, and lady who has already takena high
social ranki"
THAT finishes the school commencements
at one swoop," sighed the editor gloomily,
how made that blunder about the shadows
and roses and friendship. Either j am get
ting old or some ofthese girls have struck out
something original Here, Swipes, tell the
foreman to put this slush IN the next tax
sales supplement" and the editor felt in his
hair for the cork. and wondered what had
happened to his memory.