Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-05-21
WHOLE NO. 2,372.
rhe GIRL Graduate.


"Could I see the editor % she
asked. looking around and wonder
ing what was going on under The
"Ehi yes, I'm him. responded
the. editor, evolving himself and
Slipping a cork In his vest pocket.
"What can / do for you ?''
Il ann a student in Packer insii-
\ tute," responded the blushing
damscl, .and have written a lit-
! tie article on sOur School Davs'
I which | would like To get publish
ed in the BrOoklyH Eagle If you
think il good en0ugh.n
Certainly" replied the editor,
gazing in unconscious admiration
upon the beautiful face before him.
Does it commence, our school
days! how the words lingcr i'm sweet
cadences on the strings Of mem-
ory % Is that the way II runs?.'
Why, yes" responded the
beaming girl. "Then il goes on.
How we look forward from them
to the time when we shall look
back TO them y How did you
know?
"Never mind" said the editor,
with the engaging smile which has
endeared him to the citizens Of
Brooklyn. "After that comes, so
sunshinyI So gilded with the
pleasures that make you happy,
they have flown into the imfnutable
past and come to US in after life On-
ly as echoes in the caves OF sweet
recOllecti0ns.' Isn't that ii ?n
''It certainly is" answered the
astonished girl, radiant with de-
light: "How could you know what
/ had written ?v
'"Then IL ehaifges from the plan
issiIno and becomes more tender:
"rhe shadows gather around our
path, The roses of friendship are
whitening, but may we not hope
that they Will bloom again rs we
remember the affection that hound
Gus here and made -
mo, you're wrong there" and
the soft eyes looked disappointed.
us it Hope on, hope everg g' ask
ed The editor.
''Fhat comes in further on. You
had il nearly right. IL Is 'Thc dun
shOdOws close around Us. The low
ers Of friendship are sleeping, bit
not with rel, aud will bloom again
in the atfectiOnate remembeanie of
the chains that bound Us SO light-
b."
Strange that / should havb
made that mistake" said the edit
or, musingly. ~ never missed OH
one before. From there il goes,
'Schoolmates, let US live so that
all our days shall be as radiant ais
those we have known here, and
may We pluck happiness from ev-
cry bush, forgetting never that the
thorns are below the roses, and
plying those whose hands are
bruised in the march through life.p
"rhat's itv' exclaimed the de-
lighted girl. "And then comes
Hope on, hope ever"
"Sure's you're born 70 cried the
editor, biushing with pleasure, and
once more on the right track.
,'Then it runs: And as for you,
teacher, dear!"
Eyes, yes, you're right" giggled
the girl. 81 can't see how YOU
found me out Would you like 10
print 1t ?' and her face assumed an
anxious shade.
Certainly" responded the edi-
tor. "I'll say it's by the most prom
Ising young lady i'm Brooklyn, the
daughter of an esteemed citizen
and a lady who has already taken
4 high social rank !"
"That finishes the school COM
at one swoop," sighed
he editor gloomily, as the fair
vision fiOated out. "Can't see how
made that blunder about the
shadows and roses and friendship.
Either Pm getting old or some OF
hese girls have struck out some
hing original. Here, Swipes, tell
he foreman to put this slush in
he next tax sales supplement-, and
ne editor felt in his hair for the
iork, and wondered what had hap
'ened to his memory.