Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1861-12-04
''M0RE COPY" OR THE FOREMAN'S 5
DEMAND.

Once in August. wet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak and weary, wandering oe'r q
memorandum book Of items used before
(bOok of scra wing head notes rather; item
taking days together. then in hot and sultry
weather, using up mucn time and leather.)
p0uderiug we these items Ger. While We
conu'd them, slowly rocking, Ohrough our
minds queer ideas lockiug) care quick
and nervous kuocking-at the sanctun door.
Sure that n.ust bc Jinks," was muttered-.
Jinks,'. that's knocking at our door JiDks
the everlasrnE1ss9re .
All. how do we remind US iu the walls
which aheu c"iaed us, exchanges" lay be-
hind US. az before us. and around Us, all
oe'r the floor. Thought We. '' Jinks wants
to borrow some newspapers til, to- Horrnw.
aDd twill relief from SORROW tn get rid Of jim
kius, the bore, by opening wide the door"
still the visitor kept knpckiDg-knOekIng
louder than before
Aud the scattered piles of papers cut some
rather curious capeTs, being lifted by the
breeze coming through the door; and We
wished (the wish was evil. for one deemed
always eiviD that Jinkins was the --,
to stay there evermore. there to iud his
level-Jinks the never firing bore
Backing up our patience frmer. then with
ou t a murnu,; MIR Jinks" said we 'your
pardon, your forgiveness we i'nplore But
tie fact is were reading some curious pro-
ceeding, aud thus it-was UNDECIDED, your loud
knocking there before.
Here we opened The wide door. But fancy
now our pheeliDgs-for il wasn't Jinks. the
bore, Jiuks. uameless evermore-
But the form that stood before Us. caused
a trembling to come oe'r US. and memory
quickly bore US back again to days of yore
H. - ~ o,l ,h,r
'er this writer went he picked up items by the
score-''Twas the form of ur devil in an
attitude uucvll; aud thrust bis head within
the open door. with The foremau's out of
copy Sir-and says he wants more Yes.
| like Alexander, wanted more"
Now. this local had already walked about
till nearly dead-he had sauutered through
the city till his feet were walked through the
street called Dauphlen. and by-waYs running
off into the portion of the city both public
aud obscure, and examined store and cella-,
and had questioned every Teller whom we
met. from door to door. if anything was sir
ing. any sccdeut occurring, not publiShed'here
tofore and had met with success; he
would rather kinder guess he felt little
wicked at that ugly little bore. with his mes
sage from the foreman that he wanted some
thing more.
! ''Nuw lis .ime you were departing. you
scamp" cried we upstarting; get you back
| into toe ofice-office where you were before
| or The words you have spoken viii get your
/ bones broken" (and he seized cudgel that
was lying the fionr. ''take you7 hands out
of your pockets and leave the sanctum door
! tell the foreman there's no copy. you ugly
little BORE Quoth our devil, send him
more"
Aud our devil. never sitting. still is fitting.
back and forth upon the landing just outside
! the sanctum door. Tears down his cheeks
are siresmiog-strange light from his eyes
are beaming--and his voice IS heard still
screaming. ''Sir, the foreman wants some
! more J"
And our soul peirced with that screaming
awakened from its dreaming and has lost the
peace it had before. for the fancy will come
DER as that each readers face before US, bear:
the horrid words-''he wants little more =
Words en- their forehcads g.aring, "youl
funny column wants some more -