The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1859-12-07
LIMO Re CORY.

Once in Autuun wet and Crearv, sat
this writer, weak and weary. pondering
O. er a m I'm IRA ndu n book of items usel
before book of scrawling head notes,
rather; items taking days to gather them
in hot and sultry W ,athsr, usin up much
tine I'd leather) pondered we those
items Ger While we conn'd them,
slowly rocking, (through our mind queer
ideas focking) came quick and ner-
vous knocking-knocking at the sanc-
tum door. sSurc, that must be Jinks," :"
we muttered--'Jinks that's knocking at
our door Jlnks. that everlasting BORE"
All, how well do VIC remind US. in the
walls which then confined us, the Sex
changes" lay behind us, and before US,
and around us. all scatter d o 'er the floor.
Thought we '.Jinks wants toborrow some
newspaper till Tomorrow, and twill be
relief from sorrow to get rid of Jinks,
the bore, by opening wide the door. =
Still the visitor kept knocking-knock-
ing louder than before. And the scat
tered piles of papers cut some rather
curious capcrs, being lifted by the bree-
zes coming through another door; and
we wished (the wish was evil, for one
deemed always civil) that Jinks was at
TIE ID, to stay there evermore; there
to find his level-Jinks, the nerve-un-
stringing borei
Bracing uD our patience frmer, then.
without another murmer, ',Mr. Jinks," I"
said we. "your pardon. your foregivness
we implore But the fact is we were
reading of some curl. us proceeding, and
thus it was, unheeding your loud knock
ing there before" Here we opened
wide the door. But phancJ. now, our
pheelinks-for it wasn't Jinks, the bore
-Jinks, nameless evermore! But the
form that stood before US. caused tremb.
ling :o-come DER US. and mem'ry quick
" bore us back again TO days of yore-
days when ''items" were in plenty, AID
wherc'er this writer went he picked up
interesting items by the score. That the
form of our 'devil, in an attitude .un-
civil; and he thrust his head within the
open door, with "The foreman's out O.
COPY! s.r-and says he. wants som"
more p' Yes like Alexander, wanted
more!
Now this "local" had already walked
about till nearly dead--he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very
sore-walked through the street called
Market. and the byways running off into
the portions of the city both public and
obscure had examined store and cellar,
and had questioned every "feller" whom
he met. from door to door, if anything
was stirring-any accident occurring
not published heretofore; AMI had met
with no success he would rather kinder
guess he felt little wicked at the ugly
little bore, with the message from the
foreman that Re wanted something
more" "Now, its time you were de-
parting. you scamn! cried we, upstart-
ing; "get you hack into the Office office
where you get before. or the words that
you have spoken will get your bones all
broken" (and we seized cudael, oak
en-. that was lying on the hoor,) stake
your hands ont of your pockets and leave
the sanctum door tell the foreman there's
no copy you uely little bore" Quoth
the devil "send him more"
And our devil. never sitting. still is
fitting still is fitting back and forth
upon the landing Just outside our sane
tum door, Tear adown his cheeks are
are streaming-strane light from his
eyes is beaming-and his voice is heard,
still screaming. ''Sir. the foreman
wapts some morew And our soul. pier
ced with that screaming, is awakened
from its dreaming. and has lost the
nes nj feeling had before; for the fancy
will come DER US. that each readers face
before ns. bears the horrid words-"we
want little more!' Words. on their
foreheads glaring. "youn funny column
needs little more l'