The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1881-05-14

Something for the sweet Girl Graduate
OF wheeling 10 Muse ON.
Brooklyn Eagle.
Gould see the editor" she asked
looking around for him and wondering
what was going on under his table.
"Eh! yes, I'm him." responded the edi
tor, evolving himself and slipping CoFI
into his vest pocket, "WhNt can do iOl
you?'
II am student at Packer Institute,
responded the blushing damsel, land
have written little article on Our Schoo
Dsys' which | would liks to have pub
lished in the Brooklyn Eagle, II you think
1t good enough"
"Uertainly," replied the editor, gains
in unconscious admiration upon the beau
tiiul face before him. "Does 1t commence
Our school days! How the words linRel
in sweet CRdenCes on the strings oil mem
oryP IL that the way i runsW
"Why, yes" responded the beamtnG
girl. "rhen it goes on: How We look
forward from them to the time when we
shsll look back to them' How did you
kRowW
Never mind" said the editor, with
that engaging smile which has eudeared
him 10 the citizens Of Brooklyn. "AfteE
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 alter liza only as echoes
in the caves OF sweet recollection Isn't
that it,"
at certainly is," answered the as
tonished girl, radiant with delight. "How
could you know what mad wTittenW
"Then II changes from the piapnlssimo
and becomes more tender: The shadows
gather around our path. The roses OF
friendship are whitening, bat may We not
hope that they will bloom again as we re-.
member the affection that bound us and
made ~
mo, you're wrong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
as 1t Hope on, hope sver| asked the
editor. -.
THAT comes in further on. You had 1t
nearly right. 1t is The dun shadows
close around US. The flowers OF friend,
ship are sleeping, but not withered, and
will bloom sgain In the afectionate re-
membranes OF the chains that bound usso
lightly"
"Sirange that l should have made that
mistake" said the editor, musingly.. ~
never missed on one before. From there
1t goes, 'Sch6Olmates, let rs live 80 that all
our days shall be as radiant as those we
have known here, and may we pluck hap
pineas from every bush, forgetting never
that the thorns are below the roses, and
pitying those whose hands are bruised In
the march through liie"
"Thats 1T" exclaimed the delightful
girl. Sand then comes Hope on, hope
ever
"Sure's you're bornl" cried the editor,
blushing with pleasure, and once more on.
the right track. "Then 1t runs, And as
for you, teachers dear'"
eyes, yes, you are right" giggled the
girl. ~ can't see how you found me out.
Would you like to print it?" aud her face
assumed an anxious shade,
"Certainly," responded The editor. "Ill
say it's by the most promising Young lady
Of Brooklyn, the daughter oil an esteemed
citizen and lady who has already taken
high social rank"
'.That finishes the school commence.
ments at one swoop," sighed the editor
vIoomily, as the fair vision loated out.
"Can't see how made that blunder about
the shadows and roses and friendship.
Either I'm getting old or some Of these
girls have struck out something original.
Here, Swipes, tell the foreman to put this
slush in the next tax'saIes supplement"
and the editor felt in his hair for the cork,
and wondered what had happened to bis
memory.