Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1881-10-22
SATURDAY, OCTOBER p, 1881.
The Sweet Girl Graduate Her Commence
ment.

bl1iits
"Could I see the editor" she asked.
looking around for him and wondering
what was going on under his table.
"Eh. yes, Pm him." responded the
editor, evolving himself and slipping a
cork into his vest pocket. What can |
do for you?"
II am a student at Packer Institute"
responded the blushing damsel, land
have written a little article on "Our
School 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 Our School Days. 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 for
ward from them TO the time when we
shall look back TO them!"
How did You know
"Never mind" said the editor, with
the engaging smile that has endeared
him to the citizens of Brooklyn. "After
that comes, So sunshiny! So gilded 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 recollec-
ton Isn't that it"
TT certainly is" answered the aston
ished girl. radiant with delight. How
could you know what | had written ?"
Then il changes from the pianisimo
and 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 WI remember the affection that
bound us here and made -"
"No, you're wrong there" and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
is 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 us. The flowers of friend
ship are sleeping, but not withered, and
will bloom again in the atiectionate re-
membranee of the chains that bound Us
so lightly"
ma
strange that j should have made that
mistake" said the editor, musingly. 81
never missed on one before. From
there it goes 'Schoolmates, let us live
SO that all our days shall be as radiant
rs those We have known here, and may
we pluck happiness from every bush
forgetting never that the thorns are be-
low the roses and plying those whose
hands are bruised in the march through
life"
THAT'S it" exclaimed the delighted
girl. "And then comes slope on, hope
ever"
"Sure's you're born !" cried the editor,
blushing with pleasure, and once more
on the right track. "'Then it runs;
And as for you, teachers DEAR"
"Yes, yes, You are right" giggled the
girl. Il can't see how you found me
out. Would you like to print it," and
her face assumed an a~nxions shade.
IS ertainly," responded the editor.
"Ill say it's by the most promising
young lady of Brooklyn, the daughter
If an esteemed citizen, and a lady who
has already taken high social rank"
"That finishes the school commence
ments at one swoop," sighed the editor
gloomily, as the fair vision loated out.
'Can't see how l made that tlunder
about the shadows and roses and friend.
ship. Either I'm getting old or some Of
these girls have struck ont something
original. Here, Swipes, tell the fore
man To put this slush i'm the next tax
sales supplement" and the editor felt in
his hair for the cork and wondered what
had happened to his memery.-Brook-
lyn Eagle.
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