The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-02-28
THE BUD OF PROMISE.
sIs this the place?'

A prepossessing young lady
stood in the doorway of the editor
ial rooms and was gazing around
the apartment in a friendly but
somewhat mysterious manner.
at depends on what you want
replied the horse reporter. If you
are on a wild and fruitless search
for piece Of plum-colored satin
to match dress, or new kind OF
carpet-sweeper that will never by
any possibility keep in working
order three consecutive days, you
are joyously sailing away on the
wrong track. but if you would like
an editor"
That's it" said the young lady.
81 want to see an editor; l guess
it is the literary editor. l saw
such a sweet verse in the Tribune
the other day. 1t went like this
The bloom on the heather Is fading, dar-
ling,
The moorlands are crimson gold,
God grant we may live together darling,
Together till we grow old."'
"Well," said the horse reporter,
r-bloom-on-the-heath editor is
just out now, but maybe some of
the rest of US could attend to your
case. What is it you want?"
81 am going to graduate next
month sir" said the young lady,
"and I've got to read an essay.
Isn't it funny?"
at will be very," responded the
personal friend of St. Julien.
"And I thought continued the
young lady, "that perhaps the liter
ary editor would give me some adj
vice about the subject Of my essay
and the general manner in which
it should be treated. But possibly
you could do itjust as WELL" and
the coming graduate smiled a
sweet encouraging smile.
Il guess likely | could" was the
reply. you've got your white
dress made, 1 suppose?"
"Yes, SIR"
"Well, that's a good deal. What
were you thinking of writing
about?"
81 don't exactly know, sir. That
was what puzzled me. "
"The bud of promise racket is a
pretty good one," said the horse re-
porter.
"The what"
."The Bud of Promise racket.
It's a daisy scheme for girl grad
uates."
"Could you tell me-" asked the
young lady in a hesitating manner,
"about this"
Racket" suggested the horse
reporter,
"About this racket"
"Oh, certainly. You want to
start the essay with a few remarks
about spring being the most beau
tiful season of the year-the time
when tue tender blades of grass,
kissed by the dews of heaven and
warmed by the kindly rays of the
sun, peep forth, at the first timidly,
and then in al the royal splendor
of their vivid colors, from the bosom
of the earth that was such while
ago wrapped in the mantle of snowy
whitencss and fast bound in the
chilly arms of the hory-headed old
winter. Then say as the glad sun
shine leaps through the bits of TO-
liage that begin to come out and
cast their grateful shade upon the
earth, they fall upon the buds that
are loading fruit trees, and soon
on every branch the buds ripen and
burst forth in a wealth of floral love-
illness. Then compare the maiden
just stepping forth from the pre-
cincts of the school, and gazing
with wistful, eager eyes out into
the world with the little bud upon
the tree, and say that she, too, by
the aid of the sunlight which comes
from education, will soon develop
into a woman, that priceless gift Of
God to man, and ever cast about
her the holy light of love. That
ought to fetch 'em,"
at sounds nice, doesn't it," said
the young lady.
You bet it does, sis. Of course,
you and I know that when girl
graduates she is as useless as fan
in a cyclone, but it won't do to say
so. You just give it to 'em the
way I told you and you'll be all
right
"Thank you very much, SIR
said the young lady, starting for
the door.
Don't forget to tie your essay
with a blue ribbon" said the horse
reporter.
"No, sir, / won't"
"And tell your papa to buy a
bouquet to fire at you"
eyes, sir. Goodbye"
"Bon soir. Come around when
you fall in love and I will put you
up to a great scheme for making
Charley declare his intentions sew.
eral months earlier than would
otherwise be the case"
"Is you gwine to get an oyercoat
| this winter?" asked darkey Of q