The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-06-14
The Same Old Round.

The Same Old Round.
Gould see the editor ?" she asked,
looking around for him aud wonder.
ing what was going Oh under his
table.
"Eh! yes. Pm him." responded the
editor, evolving himself aud slipping .
cork into his pocket. "What can I
do for you?
IL am q student ut Packer Institute, |"
responded the blnshing damsel, land
| have written q little article nn Gu,
School Days which l 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. docs
it commence Our school DAYS! how
the words linger in sweet cs.lecces On
the strings Of memory! Is that the
way il runs?"
"Why, yes" responded the beau.
ing girl. Then il goes on. How We
look forward FROM them to the time
when Nc shall look back TO them!"
"How did you knov?"
"Never mind, said the editor. With
the engaging emile which has endear-
ed him to the citizens Of Brooklyn.
"After that comes. So sunshiny! So
silded with the pleasures that make
youth happy. they have flown into the
immutable pest and come to ~ in
after life only - echoes
in the caves Of sweet recollection.
Isn't that III"
ut certainly is," answered the ~
tooishsd girl, radiant With delight. |
"Ho" could you know what had
written?"
Then il changes from the pianis- |
simo and becomes more tender: The
shadows gather around our path. The |
roses Of friendship are vishering. but |
may We not hope that they will bloom !
again o. we remember the affection |
that bound us here aud made
mo, you're wrong there. and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
us it Hope on, hope ever ?" asked
the editor.
THAT comes in further %. You
had it nearly right. il u The dun
shadows Close AROUND u The aOwsm |
of friendship are sleeping. but not
withersi, and will bloom again in the
remembrance Of the
chains that bound ~ % lightly.
"Strange that should have made
that mistake. said the editor mus
ingly. 81 never missed on one BE-
fore. From there it yoes, School
mates. let Us live 90 that oil our days
shall be Is radiant % those Ne 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"
"rhat's il exclaimed the delight
ri girl. "Au] then comes Hope On.
hope ever"
"Sure's you're bora !" cried the
.ditor. blushing With pleasure. and
'uce more on the right track. "Thsa
runs: And - for you. tsachsss
lear!" l.
"Yes. yss. you're right eigslsd
he girl. II can't SO how you found I
ne out! Would you like to print isr 4
md her face assumed an anxious I
hsde. |,
"Certainly," responded the editor.
I'll say it's BY the most promising |
Dung lady in Brooklyn. the daughter ,
{ IN esteemed citizen and . lady
tho has already taken . high social {
Ank !" Z
THAT finishes the school commence
tents At one swOop." sighed the editor il
loomily, % the fair vision Aoatsd Y
ut. Cant zee how I nads the .
luuder about the shadoWs and roses G
nd friendship. Either I'm getting l
a or some Of these girls have struck .
D something original. Hero. Swimps, q
II the foreman to put this slUsh in
10 next tax ale supplement" and b
" editor felt in hls hair for The cork, b
I'd wondered what I'D happsoed to "
. memory. Each. II