Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-07-21
"A MIND READER.
Remarkable Seance Between an Edi-
tor and a Sweet Girl Graduate.

''Could I see the edltorpn she asked,
looking around for him, and wondering
what was going on under the table.
''Ehl yes, Pm him." responded the
editor, evolving himself, and slipping a
cork in his vest pocket. 'What can ]
do for youP"
81 am student in Packer Institute,
responded the blushing damsel, and I've
written little article on Our School
Days. which 1 should like to have pub
lished il you think 1t is good enough
Certainly" replied the editor. gaz.
ing IN unconscious admiration upon
the beautiful face before him. "Does
it commence: Our school daysl How
the words linger in sweet cadences OH
the strings Of memory?' Is that the
way it runsY'
why, yes" responded the beaming
girl. "Then it goes on: How we look
forward from them to the time when
we shall look back upon them!' How
do you know?"
'Never mind" said the editor, with
the engaging smile which has endeared
him to his fellow-cItiZens. After that
comes: 80 sunshinyl So they have
flown into the immuterable past, and
come to us in after life only as echoes
in the caves of sweet recollections.
Isn't that lt?"
at certainly is" answered the as
tonished girl, radiant with delight.
"IIow could you know what had
written?"
Then it changes the pianiSsimo and
becomes more tender: The shadows
gather round our path. The roses of
friendship are whitening, but may We
not hope that they will bloom again.
as we remember the affections that
bound Us here and made"
"No, you're wrong there" and the
soft eyes looked disappointed.
''Is it Hope on, hope ever?'" asks
;he editor.
THAT comes in further on. You
nad 1t nearly right, 1t is: The dun
shadows close in around US. The how-
,rs of friendship are sleeping, but not
withered, and will bloom again in af-
tectlonate remembrance Of the CHAINS
hat bound us so lightly"
"Strange that l should have made
hat mistake" said the editor musing.
y. never missed on one before.
From there it goes: 'Schoolmates, let
Us live SO that all our days shall be as
radiant as those we have known here,
and may we pluck happiness from every
bush, forgetting never that the thorns
are below the roses, and pitying those
whose hands are bruised i'll the march
through life"
That's it!" exclaimed the delighted
girl. Then comes. Hope on, hope
ever.'"
"Sure's your bOrn, - cried the editor.
blushing with pleasure and once more
Oh the track.
Yes, yes, you're right" gisgled the
girl. ~ can't can't see how you found
me out! Would you like to print itY''
and her fIce assumed an anxious shade.
Certainly" responded the editor.
"I'll say it is by the most promising
young young lady in the village, the
daughter of an esteemed citizen, lady
who has taken high social rank"
"That finishes the school commence
ments at one swoop," sighed the ed tor,
gloomily, as the fair vision aoate out.
Cant see how 1 made the blunder
about the shadows and roses and friend.
ship. Either am getting old or some
Of those girls have struck something
original. Here, Swipes, tell the fore
man to put this slush In the next tax
sales supplement" and the editor felt
in his chair for the cork and wondered
at had happened to his memory.