The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1871-01-12
From the Vicksburg Herald.
eve New LOCALE smiutntorv.

On the first day Of the new year, dark and
| dreary, sat the writer weak and weary.
! pOndering DER his predecessor book uf
items used beiOre-book Of scrawliug bead
notes rathcr-itcmF taken days together
| both Ia the hot and Wiutry weather. uaIur
| up much time and lrathcr-p0udrriuV We
! these Items Items 81 our predecessor. our
! predecessor gone before. While we p0u-
| dered slowly rocking Through our mind
/ queer ideas nockinwJ ruulr Ia quick and
| nervous knocking ratht r-nt thr
| shnctum door, "Sure that must Boz Jpnts.H
! We muttered--Jeuk'. that's knocking at our
| door Jenk-. the everlasting bore.
Alb, how well do we remind us i1 the
walls that there confined us, exchange
lay behind M, all scattered DER che floor
Thought we, jerks wants go borrow some
newspapers ull Tomorrow, aud twill be
relief from sorrow 20 get rld ui jerks the
bore, by opening Wide the door Still tho
visitor kept knocking louder than before.
And the scattered Ole A. papers cut some
very curious capcrs, being lifted by thr
breezes coming thrOL Rh another doors nuN
we wished Che wish was cVll Tor one
deemed always civil) that jerks was with
the devil 20 stay there cycrmOro. there t0
find his lOre-Jcnks the never firing bore.
Backing up our patience lrmer Them
without another murmur "Mr. JeukH.'
saId we, "yOur pardon, your forgiveness
we implOre. But the fact a. We were read-
ing Of some curious proceeding, aud thus lt
was unheeded your loud Knocking there
before
Here we opened wide the door. But n,ucy
now our feelings-fOr 10 wasn't jerks che
bore-.Jenkg the nameloss cvcrmore.
Bot the form that stood before us cnufed
q trembling % come DER us, and our meme
DRY backward bore us, back aRnin to days 0f
yOre; days when "items' were plenty, and
where'er this writer went De- picked uu
items by the score. Twas the dark form uf
our 'sdcvil" thrust To- attitude uuclvil, and
he thrust his head within the door with
"The foreman's out Of copy, sir and says ho
wants some more Yes like Alexander
wanted more.
Now. this "Local" haG already walked
about till nearly dead-ho bad sauntcred
through the city till hls feet were very sore
walked through the streets ao muddy and
byways running on into ali portions If the
city, both public aud Obscurc-hud eNHmiu=
ed every store. and bad questioned every
teller whom be- met from door 40 door, m
anything was stirring any mere rallies Gee
curing. not Published heretofore; aud bad
met with no success, be would rather kinder
guess he felt little wicked nt that inkg llt-
tie bore with his message from the foreman,
that he wanted something mOrc.'
'NOw It's time you were departing. you
young imp" cried we, uptlartinR, "gct you
back into the Office, Office where you were
before; or the words you have lust spoken
will get your bones all well broken Eand Wc
seized cudgel Oaken that was lying on the
nOor), take your hands out Of your pockf#i
and leave the sanctum door, teI tHe i't 'iiAh
there u no copy, you inky litue PORE a..
And our devil, never slttiuh, ntiil " W.
ting, back and forth upon tne ihhul nk. KY
face are .sfreaming, strange light from DIE
ewes N heaning aud bis voice b. heard hiill
screaming. .-sir, the foreman wants some
more" ..