The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1864-07-01

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Once in autumn. vet and dreary, ri
this writer, weak aud weary, pondsrina
Ger : nsmdtsuddh book ~ Itsu5 alsSd
before, (scnvling hesd-nptes. fkther,
items, taking dsys - g. es~ thsn u ~
and sultry weather, using MP muct Time
and lsathsx,) popdsrsd vea those itsps
o'sr. While Ne sons'd them, slosly rock.
ing, through our mind queer ideas look.
ing. came quick and nervous kaookisg
knocking 1t the sanctum door. sSure
thai rnast be Jsaks," Ne nuttersd
links that's knocking at our door; Jisks,
the everlasting bore. .,.xsrez w.ss...., s.x..
All. how web do We ranind us. in the
walls that confined us, the exchanges
lay behind US, and before NJ. snd arouid
US, alf scattered DER the floor. Thought
We links wants 10 borrow some news
papers till TO- morrow, and twill be relief
from sorrow to get rid Of Jinks, the bore,
By opening wide the door," 1tia the
visitor kept knocking-knockiug louder
than before. And the scattered piles Of
papers cut some curious capers, being
lifted BY the breszes coming throsgh an
other door; and We wished 1.-THE wish was
evil for one deemed always civil, that
Jinks was 1t the devil, to stay there ever
more; there to find his level-Jinks, the
nerve unslringing borel
Braciug up our patience 6rmer. then
without another murmur, oNr. Jinks,"
said we. "your pardon, your forgiveness,
we implore. But the fact 10, Ne we're
reading Of some curious proceedings, and
thus it was, unheeding your load knock
at the door" Here We opened wide the
door. But phancy, now, our pheelinks.
for It wasn't Jinks, the bore, Jinks. name.
less, everinore. But the form that stood
before us caused . trembling to come DER
rs, and memory quickly bore us back to
days of yore. days when items wete in
plenty, and wherever this writer went he
picked up interesting items BY the score.
Twas the form of our .sdeyil" in an at
titods uncivil, end he thrust his head
wi,hin the door, with "The foreman's out
OF copy, sir and says he wants some
moreP p Yes, like Alexander, wa.ted
more.
Now this 9 local. had already walked
about till nearly desd-he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very
walked through the street called
Market, and che by ways running OF into
the portions of both the public and OBJ.
scure, had examined store and cellar, and
had questioned every sfeller" whom he
met. from door to door, if anything was
stirring, any sccident occurring, not pub
lished heretofore and had met with NO
success; we would rather kinder guess be-
felt as little az that ugly little bore, with
message from the foreman that he want
ed something more" "Now it's time
you we're departing. you scampl" cried
We, upstarting. ''Get you back into the
othce-whers you we're before, or the
words that you have spoken will get -FOUR
bones all broken" and We seized cud-
jel, oaken, that was lying on the Hsor.-
Take your hands out your pockets and
leave the sanctum door; tell the foreman
there's no copy, you ugly little bore." -
Quoth the devil, ''send him more
And our devil, never sitting still Is
fitting back and forth upon the landing
just outside o ar sanctum door. Tears
adown his chez Ks are streaming, strange
light from his eyes is beaming, and bis
voice is heard stiIl screaming. "Sr, the
foreman wants more" And our soul.
pierced with Ii at screaming, is awakened
from its dreaming. and has lost the peace
full feeling it hs d before; for the fancy
will come o. or US, that each readers face
before us hear the horrid words, /" We
want a little more - Words on their
foreheads clearing. 'your funny column
needs little mbrsP