Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1881-06-07
The sweet Girl Graduate.

Brooklyn Eagle.l
Can | see the editor" she asked
looking around for him and wondering
what was going on under the table.
"Eh yes, I'm him." responded the
editor, revolving himself aud Slipping
a cork into his vest pocket. What
can | do for your"
II am a student at Packer Insti-
tute," responded the blushing damsel,
"and | have written a little article on
Our School Days which | would
like to have published in the Brook
Ign 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 memory Is that
the way it runs?'
why, yes" responded the beaming
girl. Then it goes on How we look
forward from time to time when we
shall look back to themI How did
you known"
Never mind" said the editor, with
the engaging smile which has endeared
him to the citizens of Brooklyn. "Af-
ter that comes so sunshiny, so gild-
ed with the pleasures that make
youth happy, they have flown into the
immutable past, and come to US in af-
ter life only as echos in the caves OF
sweet recollection Isn't that it?'
ut certainly is" answered the as
tonished girl, radiant with delight.
How could you know what | had
written 2"
Then it changes from the pianissi-
mo,and becomes more tender: The
shadows gather around 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 -
us it hope on, hope ever2" asked
the editor.
THAT comes in further on. You
had it nearly right. 1t is: The dun
shadows close around US. The flowers
of friendship are sleeping, not wither-
ed, and will bloom again in the affec-
tionate remembrance of the chains
that bound us so lightly"
Strange that | 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 ev-
cry bush, forgetting never that the
thorns are below the roses, and pity
ing those whose hands are bruised in
the marched through life"
"That's it" exclaimed the delighted
girl. And then comes Hope on, hope
ever"
"Sure's you're bornl" cried the edi-
tor, blushiDg with pleasure, and once
more on the right track. Then it runs,
And as for you, teachers dearl'"
~; yes. NOu dlC liSubs SlBSlCh
the girl. II 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.
"I'll say it's by the most promising
young lady in Brooklyn. the daughter
Of an esteemed citizen, and a lady
who has already taken a high social
rank"
"That finished the school com
mencements at one swoop," sighed the
editor gloomily, as the fair vision float.
ed out, "Can't.see how | made that
bulnder 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 il
the next tax-sale supplement- anC
the editor felt in his hair for the cork
and wondered what had happened tt
his memory.