The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1881-05-13
AN EDITORS MEND-READlNE.
{ Brooklyn Eaglc.l

brooklyn Ea@lcl
uCould seethc ctlitor?' she ask cd,
looking around for him and wonder
ing what was going on under the Ia BILE.
"Eh! yes, Pm him." responded the
editor, evolving himself and slippin. 4
cork into his vest pocket. ssWiiat can
| do for yOu?''
81 am astudent at Packer Institute"
responded the blushing dansc!, ''and
1 have written Il 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, gaz
ing in unconscious admiration upon
the beautiful face before him. stDocs
il commence sour school days! now the
words linger in sweet cadences on the
strings of nlenlory!' Is that the way it
runs ?'
"Why, yes" responded the beam
ing girl. ssThcn it goes on, siIow we
look forward from them to the time
when we shall look back to them !
How did you know"
"Never nind,'' said tho editor, with
the engaging smilc which has endear-
ed him to the citizens of Brooklyn.
"Aftcr that comes, $50 sunshiny , So
gilded with the pleasures that make
South At'PpS, 'hSS i'''o III" II A''' .i'S
immutablc past, and come to us i'll after
life only rs echoes in the caves Of sweet
recollection Isn't that t?''
cit certainly Isl" answered the
astonished girl, radiant with delight.
elbow could you know what l had
written:'
ssThen it changes from the piauissimo
and becomes more tender. sThe
shadows gather around our path. The
roses of friendship are Withe ing, but
may we not hope that they will bloom
again as we remember the affection
that bound us here and made u
s.NO, you're wrong there" and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
els it sHope on, hope evcr?" asked
the editor.
HThat comes in further on. You had
| it nearly right. 1t is chic dun shadows
close around us. The flowers offricnd-
ship are sleeping, but not Withcrcd,
and will bloom again IN the affection
ate remembrance Of the chains that
bound us so lightly"
ssStrangc that l should have made
that mistaken said the editor mH>;-
ingly. 81 never missed on one before
From there it goes, 'SchOolnatcs, let
us live so that our days shall be as
radiant as those We have known here,
and may VIC pluck happiness from
every bush, forgetting never that the
thorns arc below the roses, and pity
ing those whose hands are bruised in
the march through lil".'''
ssThat's it!' exclaimed tho delighted
girl. "And then comes Hope 90, hope
ever.''
sSurc's you're horn!" cried the
editor, biushinS with pleasure, and
once more on the right track. stTkcn
it runs: tAnd ms for You, teachers
dcar!'O
eyes, yes: you're right,' Gigglcd the
girl. 81 can't see how you found nae
out! Would you like 10 print it: -
and her face assumed an anxious shade.
"CcrtainIy,' responded the editor.
"I'll say its by the most promising
young lady in brooklyn, the daughter
of an esteemed citizen, anua lady WHO
has already taken Il high social rank ="
! HThat finishes the school commence
ments OF one swoop,' sighed the cdi-
! tor gloomily, rs the fair vision iloatcu
out. sCan't see how l made that blum
der about the shadows and roses and
friendship. Either Pan getting Old or
some Of those girls have struck out
something original. Here, SWipcs, tell
tho foreman to put this slush in tho
| next tax sales supplement- and the
editor felt in his hat for the cork, ana
wondered what had happened to his
memory.