Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-11-01
HIsOa'e Copy"

Once in August wet and dreary, sat
this writer, weak and weary, pondering
DER memorandum book of ITEMS used be-
fore book of scrawling heaI.no,es,
rather; items taking days 10 gather them
in hot and sulry weather, using up much
time and leather) pondered we these items
DER. While we conn'd them, slowly rock
ing. (th:ough our mind queer ideas flock
ing came a quick and nervous knocking
KNOCKING at the sqnclum door. "Sure,
that must be Jinks, we muttered--"Jinks
that's Knocking at our door; Jinks the ey-
erlasting bore"
All, well do we remind us, in the walls
which then confined us. the exchanges
lay behind US, and before us, aud around
us, all 81 altered Ger the floor. Thought
we 'Jlnks wants to borrow some newspa-
per till to morrow and twill be reIief from
sorrow to get rid Of Jlnks, the bore, by
opening wide the door still the visitor
kept Notwithstanding louder than be-.
fore. -
And the scattered piles Of papers, cut
some rather curious capers, being lifted by
Il breezes coming through another door;
and we wished (the wish of evil. for one
deemed lways civiI) that Jinks was with
the ID, to stay there evermore; there TO
find his level --Jnks the nerve unstringing
bore! f.
BIacing up our patience frmer, then.
without another mulmur, "Mr. Jinks."
said we "your pardon, your forgiveness we
lmplore. But the fact is we were reading
Of some curious proceeding, and thus it
WAS, unheeding your loud knocking there
before" Here We opened wide the door.
But phancy, now, our pheelinks--for it
wasn't Jinks the bore--Jinks the nameless
evermore!
But the form that stood before us,
caused Il trembling to come Ger u.s.. and,
mem'ry quickly bore us back again to days
of yore; days when "tems" were in plenty.
and where'er this writer went he picked
up interesting items by the score. Twas
the form Of our "devil, I" in an attitude un-
civil; and he thrust his head within the
open door, with The foreman out o.
copy! sir-aud says he wants some mole!"i
Yes, like Alexander, wanted "more!'
Now, this "locaP" had already walked
about liIl nearly dead--h had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very
sore walked through the street called
Dauphin, and the by-ways running off
into tie portions Of the city both public
and obscure. had examined store and eel (
lar, and had questioned every "(tl!er'1
whom we met. from door to door, il anyss
thing was slirring-any accdant occurring
not-publshed heretofore; and had met
with no success; he would rather kinder
guess he felt little wicked at that ugly lit
lie bore, with his message from the foreman
that he wanted something more"
"Now, it's lime you were departing. you
scsmp!' cried We, upstarting; "get you
back in to Sthe oflice--office where you
were before; or the words that you have
spoken will get your bones all broken"
land we seized a cudge, oaken, that was
living on the hoor) lake Your hands out
of your pockets and leave the sanctum
door; tell the foreman there's no copy. you
ugly little bore.,' Quoth our devil, ''senl
him more
And our devil, never sitting, still is tits
ting, still is fitting back and forth upon
the landing just outside our sanctum door.
Tears adown his cheeks are streaming
strange light from his eyes are beaming--
and his voice ia heard, still screaming.
'Sir, the foreman wants some morep,
And our soul, pierced with that screanr-
ing. is awakened from its dreaming, and
has lost the peaceful feeling had belore;
for the fancy will come DER us, that each
readers face before us. bears the horrii
words--"we want little morelp Words
on their foreheads glaring, "your funny
column needs little mores'