The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-06-29

now BRooKIyN EDITOR GUESSED THE LINES
or HER PoEM.

Can see the editor ~ she asked lookin0
around for him and wondering whas VA So
ing on under tho table.
| "Eh yes, I'm he. responded the editor.
ensolving himself and slipping cork into
his vest pocket. sWhat can / do for Won p,
I'm student at Packer Institnte.,' re-
sponded the blushing damsel, land have
written little article on Our School Davs
which would like TO have published IN the
Brooklyn Eagle ifyou think it good enough"
Certainly" replied the editor, gazing in
unconscious admiration upon the beautiful
face before him. docs il commence, Our
school days how the words linger in sweet
cadences on the strings of memory y Is that
the way 1t 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
them How did you know q''
"Never mind" said the editor, with the
engaging smile which has endeared him to
the citizens of Brooklyn. After that comes
so sunshiny, SO gided with the pleasures
that make youth happy, they have flown into
the immutable past, and come to us in after
life only as echoes in the caves of sweet recol.
lections. Isn't that 1t ?''
1T certainly s," answered the astonished
girl, radiant with delight. s'How could you
know what / had writtenP"
'Then it changes from the pianissimo 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 affec-
tion that bound us here and made -.
us 1t, Hops on, hope ever pn' asked the
editor.
"Tbat comes in further on. You had 10
nearly right. 1t Isl 'The dun shadows close
around US. The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, not withered, and will bloom again
in the affectionate remembrance of the chains
that bound us so tightly"
Strange that should have made that mis-.
take" said the editor musingly. 81 never
missed on one before. From there IL goes
'Schoolmates, lot us live 80 that all our days
shall be 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 hahds are
bruised in the march through life.'
That's 1t p exclaimed the delighted girl.
"And then comes, Hope on, hope ever = T"
"Sure's your bornp cried the editor, blush.
ing with pleasure, and once more on the right
track. Then 1t runs, And as for you, teach-
| ers dear r"
" fes, YES, you arU rignt, giggieu une guis
81 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 citi-
zen, and lady who has already taken high
social rank
"That finishes the school commandments
at one swoop," sighed the editor, gloomily as
the fair vision floated out. Can't see how I
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 sale
supplement-" and the editor felt in his hair
for the cork and wondered what had happen.
cd to his memory.