The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-05-21

w tue s"nc'uW, cou anu uIeafy, SAT sne
writer. weak and weary, bordering DER a
memorandum book Of items used before
book OF scrawling headnetes rather; item
taking days to gather them in cold and
wintry weather. using up much time and
leather-pondering We these items Ger
While We conned them, slowly rocking,
through our minds queer ideas aockins,
came quick and nervous knocking, knock
ing at the sanctum door, "Surely that must
be Jink., we muttered. 'Jinks that's knock
ing at our ssnctum door; Jinks the ever
lasting bore" All! we'll do We remind us,
in the walls which then confined us, the ex-
changes lay behind and before Us, and
around us, all scattered DER the floor
Tho't we: "Jinks wants to borrow some
newspapers till ,o-morrow, and twill be re-
lief from sorrow to get rid Of Jinks the
bore" Still the visitor kept knocking,
knocking louder that before.
And the scattered pile Of papers cut some
rather curious capers, being lifed by the
breezes coming through another door; and
We wished 1.-THE wish il evil, for one deemed
always civil that Jinks was at the devil,
to stay there evermore; there to find his
level-Jinks, the everlasting bore.
Bracing up our patience 6rmer, then
withou, another murmur, "Mr. Jinks,"
said we, "your pardon. your forgiveness We
implore. But the fact is. We we're reading
Of some curious proceeding, and thus it was,
unheedins your loud rapping there before
=" Here We opened wide the door. But
phancy now cur pheelinks-for it wasn't
Jinks the bore-Jinks nsmeless evermore.
But the form that stood before us, caused
a trimbling to come DER u, and memory
brought Us back again to days Of yore;
days when items we're in plenty. and
where'er 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 more"
Now this "locap' had already walked
about till nearly dead he had sauntered
through the city till his feet were very sore;
walked through the stree: called Evans,
and in the by-ways running off into
portions Of the city, both public and OBJ
scure; had examined stores and cellar,
and had questioned every fellow whom he
met, from door to door, If anything was
stirring, anything occurring not published
heretofore; and had met with no success !;
he would rather kinder guess he felt lit
tie wicked at the ngly little bore, With his
message from the foreman. that he wanted
something more.
"Now it's time you we're departing. you
scampw cried We upstarting; get you
back into the Office, Office where you we're
before, or the words which you have spoken,
will get your bones all broken" land We
se,zed . cudsel oaken that was lying on the
floor stake your hands out Of your pockets,
and leave the sanctum door; tell the fore
man there's no copy, you ugly little bore"
Quoth the devil: "Send him more"
And our devil, never sitting, still is g,t-
ting. still il fitting. back and fourth upon
the landing just outside the sanctum door,
Tears adown his cheeks are streaming, q
strange sight from his eyes are beaming.
and his voice il heard still screaming, "Sir,
the foreman wants some mOre."-Rint5's
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