Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-06-21

NO. 145.
The Boarding School ESSAY.

Gould see the editor?" she asked 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 a cork into his
vest pocket ''what can do for you?'
Il am student at Packer institute" res
ponded the hlushing damsel, "and l have
written little article on our School DAYS
which would like to have published in the
Brooklyn Eagle, ifyou think il 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 memory" 1t that
! the way il tiuns?"
why, yes, responded the beaming girl
| Then it goes on, How We look forwar from
| them to the time when we shall look back To
them" How did YOU know"
| "Never mind. said the editor, with the en-
gaeing smile which had endeared him TO the
citizens of Brooklyn. AFTER that comes, so
sunshiny So eilded with the pleasures that
make youth happy they have flown into the
immutable ami come to us in after life only
as echoes in the caves of sweet recollection
Isn't that ity'
1T certainly is" answered the astonished
girl, radiant with delight. "llow could you
know what had written?"
''Then il changes from the pianissimo and
becomes more tender: The shadows gather
around our path, The roses of friendship
are wi,hering, 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.
"ls it Hope on, hope ever asked the
editor
That comes in further on. You had il
nearly right. II is The dull shadows close
around us The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, but not wthered, and will bloom
again in afleetionate remembrance of the
chains that bound us so lightly"
"Srange that | should have made that mis-
take said the editor, musingly, II never
missed on one before. From there il 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 it. ~ exclaimed the delighted girl
And then comes Hope on, hope ever"
"Sure's you're born" cried the editor,
bushng 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.
Il 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. "Ill
say it's by the most promising young lady in
Brooklyn, the daughter of an esteemed citi-
zen. and lady who has already taken high
social rank -
That finishes the school comnencements
at one swoop," sighed the editor, gloomily,
fair icta t.J 40 h..
made that blunder about the shadows and
roses and friendship. Either I'm getting old
or some of these girls have struck out some
thing 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 hap
pened to his memory. - brooklyn Eagle.