The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-06-04
OUR SCHOOL DAYS.
An Incomprehensibie Error in the Reef
tation of Brooklyn Editor.


BROOKLYN Eagle: Gould / sec The
editor?7 she asked, looking around
for him and wondering what Was
going on under the table.
"Ehl yes; I'm him. responded the
editor. evolving himself and slipping
a cork into his vest pocket. "NYhat
can | do for you?'
Il am student at Parker Institute,
responded the blushing damsel, "and
| have wriftsn a little article on Oar
School DAYS. which l would like to
have published in the 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 daysl how
the words linger in sweet cadence on
the strings of memoryr Is that the
way it runs? q
"Why, yes" responded the BEAM
ing girl. 'Then it goes on, how we
look forward from them to the time
when we shall look back to them 7
How did you know"
'.Never mind" said the editor with
the engaging smile which has en-
deared him to the citizens of Brook
lyn. ''After that comes, so sidney
So gilded with the pleasures that
make you happy, they are flown into
the immutable past and come to us in
after life only as the echoes of sweet
reccollections. Isn't that ii"
at certainly is" answered the as
tonished girl, radient with delight.
''How could you Know what 1 had
written?"
"Then, it changes from the pianissi-
mo and becomes more tender: The
shadows gather round our path. The
roses of Friendship are whitening, but
may we not hope that they will bloom
again as we remember the affection
that bound us here and made y
mo, you ere 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, sThe dun
shadows close around us. The flow
ers of friendship are sleeping. but not
withered, and will bloom again in the
affectionate remembrances 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 plying
those whose hands are bruised in the
march through life"
THAT sit !" exclaimed the delighted
girl /; ''and then comes Hope on, hope
ever"
"Sure's you're borni' cried the edi-
tor, blushing with pleasure, and once
more on the right track. 'Then it
runs: And as for you, teachers
dear"
eyes, yes, you're right" giggled
the girl. II can't see how you found
me out. Would you like to print 1t p
and her face assumed an anxious
shade.
Certainly" responded the editor.
'1'll say it's by the most promising
young lady in Brooklyn, the daughter
of an esteemed citizen, and lady
who has already taken a high social
rank"
"That finishes the school commence
ments at one swOop," sighed the edi-
tor, gloomily, as the fair vision floated
out. Cant see how l made that
blunder about the shadows and roses
and friendship. Either I'm getting
old or some Of those 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.