The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-05-26
,,flle Same Old Round.

From the Brooklyn Eagle.
"Could l see the editor?" she asked,
looking around for him aud wondering
what was going on under his table.
"Eh! yes. I'm him." responded the edi-
tor, evolving himself and slipping cork
into bis vest pocket. "What can I do for
yonT . =,
responded the b]ushipg damsel :9nA I
have written little article on Our Sohoo
Days. which would like to have published
in the Brooklyn Eagle, if you think it good
enough"
Certainly" replied the editor, gazing in
UNCONSCIOUS admiration upon the beautiful
face before him. DOES it commence Oar
school days? how the words liager in sweet
cadences on the strings of memory! is
that the way it runs?"
"Why, yes," responded the beaming girl.
"Then it goes on, How we look for
ward from them to the time when we shall
lock hack to them!"
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 sunshiny! So gilded with the
pleasures that make youth happy, they have
Gown into the immutable past and come to
of sweet recollection Isn't that it?"
girl, radiant with delight. "How could you
know what I had written?"
''Then it changes FROM the piannissimo
and Lecomes more tender. The roses of
friendship are whitening. but may We not
hope that they will bloom again ae we re-
remember the affection that bound US here
and made 49,
mo, you're wrong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
rs it Hope on, hope ever?" asked the
editor
THAT comes IN further on. You had it
nearly right. 1t is the dun shadows close
around U.S.. The flowers of friendship are
sleeping, but not withered, and will bloom
again in the a6ectionate remembrance Of
the chains that bound us 80 lightly"
''Stange that should have made that
mistake" said the editor musingly. II
never missed on one before. From there
it goes, 'schoolmates, let rs live SO that all
our dayu shall be as radiant as those we
have known here, and may we pluck hap
piness from every bush. forgetting never
that the thorns are below the roses, and
plying those whose hands are bruised in
the march through life"
''That's i'll" exclaimed the delighted girl.
"And then comes Hope on, hope eyer,'''
"Sure's you'er born!' cried the editor
blushing with pleasure, and once more on
the right track. t'Then it runs: And as
for you, teachers dear!'
Yes, yes, you're right, gigsled the girl:
I can't see bow you found me out! Would
you like to print it?" and her face assumed
an anxious shade.
Certainly" said the editor. "Ill say it's
by the most promising young lady in Brook
lynn, tho daughter of an estesnled citizen
aud Indy who has already taken high So
cial rank!'
THAT finishes the school commence
ments at one swoop," sighed the editor
gloomily, as the fair vision foatea out.
"Can't see how made that blunder about
tho shadows and roses and friendship.
Either I'm getting old or some of the girls
have struck out something original. Here,
Swipcs, tell the foreman to put this slush in
the next tax sales supplement-, and the ed
itor felt in lis hair for the cork, and won-
ders what bad happened to bis memory.