Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-05-16
Vol. XIV. Whole No. 1867. No. 20.
"More Copy." /"

In the sanctum, cold, and Greary, sat the
writer, weak, and weary, pond'ring Der
memorandum book of items used before
| (book OF scrawling head-notes rather;
| items taking days to. gather themsin cold
and wlntry weather, using up much time
and leather)-pondered We these items
DER. While we conned them, slowly rock
ing, through our mind queer ideas flock
ing, came quick and nervous knocking,
knocking at the sanctum door "Surs
that must be Jinks," we muttered, "Jinks
that's knocking at our sanctum door;
Jinks the everlasting bore" All well do
we remind US, In the walls which then con-
fined us, the exchanges lay behind and be-
fore ns, and around US, all scattered Ger
the floor, Thought we: "Jinks wants to
borrow some newspapers till tomorrow,
and twill be relief from sorrow to get rid
of Jinks. the bore" Still the visitor kept
knocking, knocking louder than before.
And the scattered pile of paper, cut some
rather curious capers, being lifted by the
breezes coming through another door; and
we wished (the wish is evil for one deemed
always eiyi) that Jinks was at the devil,
to stay there evermore; there 10 find his
level-Jinks, the everlasting bore!
Bracing up our patience firmer. then
without another murmur. Mr.. Jinks,H
said we. your pardon, your forgiveness
we implore. But the fact is, we were
reading OF some curious proceeding, and
thus 1t was, unheeding your loud rapping
there before Here we opened wide the
door. But phancy now our pheellnks-for
1t wasn't links the bore-Jinks. nameless
evermore.
But the form hat stood before us, caused
trembling TO come DER US, and memory
brought us back again to days OF yore;
days when items were in plenty, ard when
eer the writer went he picked up items by
the score. Twas the form OF our devil,
in attitude uncivil; and he thrust his head
within the open door, with The foreman's
out OF copy, sir, and says he wants some
morer'
Now, this ''locari had already walked
about till nearly dead; he had sauntered
through the city TIL his feet were very
sore; walked through the street called
Evans, and in the by-ways running of into
portions of the city. both public and OBJ
scure; had examined stores and cellar, and
had questioned every feler whom he met,
from door to door, If anything was stirring,
anything occurring not published hereto
fore; and had met with no success; he
would rather kinder guess he felt little
wicked at the ugly little bore, with his mes
sage from the foreman that he wanted
something more.
Now It's time you were departing you
scamp" cried we upstarting; 'get you
back into the office, office where you We're
before or the words that you have spoken,
will get your bones all bfoken" (and We
seized cudgel oaken that was lying on
the tloOr,) take your 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
And our devil, never sitting, still is fit
ting, back and forth upon the landing just
outside the sauetum door. Tears adown
his cheeks are streaming, a strange light
from his eyes is beaming, and his voice is
heard still screaming, sir, the foreman
wants some more.