The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1860-04-26
MistelIang.
A Printers Story.


this writer sad and seedy, pondering O e
a memorandom book of items used before
IL books of scribblipg rather items tax
ing days to get them in chilly, freezing
weather---great expense of limb anc
leather y pondeled we those items DER
While we conned them, slowly rocking
/ Through our mind strange fancies flock.
| ing came quick, a nervous knocking
knocking at the sanctum door. Sure
that must be Jinks that's knocking at
oar door Jinks the persevering bore p
All, how we'll do we remind us, in the
walls that then confined US, the 'exchang-
es' lay behind US and around Us on the
floor. Tho't We 'Jinks has called to bor-
row some newspapers till tomorrow,
and twill be relief from sorrow to get rid
of Jinks the bore; so III open him the
door Stlll the visitor kept knocking
louder than before.
Braoing up cur patience frmer, then
without murmer, 'hlr Jinks, said we,
your pardon and forgiveness we implorc
But, the fact is, we were leading Of that
Penbina proceedings, where they
rotvvt ti,o~ L -.l-,t Ol ii1,pas hi, Tia
score, and were lost In the reflection that
the Ottertail election might with cart
loads sent for Becker tip our calculations
Ger. Here we opened wide the door
But phansy cur phelinks-for it wasn't
Jinks the bore.
Bat the form that stood before US oaus
ed trembling to come DER US, and mem
ory quickly bore US back to days Of yore;
days when items wore SO plenty, and
where ere this writer went he picked up
interesting penejlings at almost every
door. Twas our horned understrapper
twas this young internal rapper, haud
out stretched like Captain Taper, with,
the foreman's out Of copy, sir andit kind
er riz our dandcr, that like graspiug Al
exander, he had get up all the copy, and
already wanted more, wanted copy ever
more
Now this local had already walked
about till nearly dead, he had sauntcrcd
through the city TIL his feet were very
sore, walked through Pine and Spruce,
and Cedar, through the streets, and gen
tie reader into ways you never thought
of, both public and obscure; aud exam
ued shop and cellar and had questioned
every 'fellcr,' but they all refused to tell
or hint at any shocking accident not
published heretofore. Having met with
no success, he woald rather sorter guess
he might have felt Il triae wicked at that
ugly little bore. with the message from
the foreman, that be wasted something
more
Now it's time you were departing, you
Young scamp cried We, upstarting; get
YOU back into the cficc, Office where you
were before; or the words that you haYe
spoken sure will get your noddle broken,
(and we seized cudgel oaken, that was
lying on the floor, still he stood and new
er stirred from his position in the door,
budged the devil, never more
'Inky demon child of evil dost in
persecution reycl? Thinkest thou to
Lupt and haunt me like an everlasting
bore? Leave! or-(pauso till | have
said it, this sheet thou art doomed to cd
/ it, and to live like NE, on credit, live on
credit evermore Then the devil fled
affrighted, muttered family, Send him
more
/ Bat our devil, never sitting, still is
Citing, fitting back and forth upon the
landing Just outside tho sanctum door
tears a-dovn his checks are streaming,
strange light from his eyes is cleaning
and his voice is heard a screaming, Sir
the foreman wants some more !. Shock.
Cd and startled by that warning we've
awakened every morning, and we hear
the dismal Mornings of the imp outside
the door; and fancy will cone Ger Us
that EACH readers face lefore US bear.
the siguet, give US classic draughts, auC
antiquatod lore? copy, still for ever
more
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