Sharp County record., 1881-07-14
The Sweet Girl Graduate and Her Com
mencement.

mencemenI.
"Could l see the editorP" she asked,
looking 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 you?"
II am student at Packer Institute"
responded the blushing damsel, land |
have written little article on Our
School Days which would like to have
published in the Brooklyn Eagle, if you
think it good enough"
Certainly" replied the editor, gaz-
ing in unconscious admiration upon the
beautiful face before him. "Does it
commence, Our school days! how the
words linger in sweet cadence on the
strings OF memoryp 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 themn"
"How did you knowP
"Never mind" said the editor, with
the engaging smile that 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 i'm
mutable past and come to lis in after
life only as echoes in the caves of sweet
recollection Isn't that it?"
at certainly is" answered the aston
ished girl, radiant with delight "How
could you know what had writtenP"
"Then it changes from the pianissimo
and becomes more tender; The Shad-
ows gather around our path. The roses
of friendship are withering, but may
we not hope that they will bloom again
as we remember the affection that
bound us here and made -
"No, you're wrong there" and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
SIS it Hope on, hope everP'" asked
the editor.
THAT comes in further on. You had
it nearly right. It is the dun shad-
ows close around us. The flowers of
friendship are sleeping, but not with
cred, and will bloom again in the affec-
tionate remembrance of the chains that
bound us so lightly"
'Strange that l should have made
that mistake" said the editor, musing-
ly. Il 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"
That's itr' exclaimed the delighted
girl. "And then comes Hope on,
hope ever"
"Sure's you're born!" cried the edit
or, blushing with pleasure, and once
more ON the right track. Then it
runs: And as foryou, teachers dear! u"
"Yes, yes, you are right" giggled
the girl. Il can't see how you found
| lne ouG. WouIu you ike 10 prlnG IL!
and her face assumed an anxious shade
Certainly" responded the editor.
"rll 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
ments ut one swoop," sighed the editor
gloomily, as the fair vision floated out.
"Can't see how l made that blunder
about the shadows and roses and friend
ship. Either I'm getting old or some
of these girls have struck out something
original Here, Swipes, tell the fore
man 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
Brooklyn Eagle.