Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1890-03-01

There ia no class of individuals that so
depreciates the mule system OF consola-
ton as the editor. He hears more of the
outpourirg of whatever portion of dis~
Rruntled human nature is pent up than any
other Individual in the pursuit of his every
day struggle for the staff OF life The anon.
ymous expressions Of grief that invade the
Journalistic sanctum or that float in
through the widow of the editorial
weeping place every time it is left open
would fill one or two wash baskets, and
the thought has often risen what for
tune there awaits the inventor of patent
COMPOUND that will effect permanent
cure not only to the croaker himself, but
all with whom he comes in contact.
Apropos of this subject it is unneces.
sary to accompany the following with an
apology and 1t is just possible that it is
not more poetical than philosophical:
Once upon an evening dreary. while I
brooded. blind and beery, thinking of the
| ~aeJ az L " Oittu lUOu2ut UtlOEt,
while l nodded. nearly mapping. sudden
ly heard a rspping. as of people wildly
scrappins. scrapping near my chamber
door Sc threw aside my packet. and
cried, 20, cheese that racket" but the
pounding still continued, till it shook the
oaken floor. To the door I walked and
twisted. IN the door knob, which resisted !;
then there came double listed kicker of
the days of yore; not word he said, but
sputtered with small dots of red and
crimson, ookipg like small dobs OF gore
Both hts eyes were at me staring, and
their steady, sudden glaring. sent q
chillness through my bosom, strik
ing coldly to its core. Tell me-. i"
cried l, tell me. kicker, have you
filled yourself with liquor, that
you come without smoker, unin,
vited to my door, Take thy cane and
take thy bundle, and from out my cham
Der tumb 9. or by all the crimson demons
| shall wallow in your gorel' But the
kicker, never blinking. sat upon the sofa
thinking, never smiling. never winkiDg.
as he answered, "Nevermnrel
Kicker" said l. ''spring is coming
don't you think booms will be humming
don't you think the town will flourish as
it never did before2 Think you it will
be saving. when we get decent paw
ing. and The people qnit their rsving, at
the mud and ruts galore" But the
kicker, never fitting, on nv sofa still
was sitting. saying while my teeth were
gritting hat sad answer. "Nevermorer
Don't you think we'll hear around US,
| building with its din and roar Even
though the chumps are signing, grunts
protesting, kickers crying, don't you
think we'll soon be flying to such heights
as eagles soar, Don't you think that man
and woman should make efforts super>
human, to improve the city's futureP"
Quoth the kicker, "Nevermorel"
Kicker" cried l. in fury, I'm
be Judge. and cour. and jury, and
your sentence is to wsllow IN your
own disgruntled gore For your answers
make me weary, and you'd spoil pros
pect CHEEKY, by your snivelIng so dreary,
rs you often have before. Take your hat
from of my bracket, take your bundle
and your packet. and make tracks across
the river. or III slug you Till you're sore;
this old town would have been soaring
here the solar rays are pouring. but for
kickers and their roaring, which is all
their stock and store; take away your
dismal body. with your dose of weeds
and toddy. for you make ny system
weary" Quoth the kicker, "Nevermore"
And the kicker never fitting, on my
sofa still is sitting, and the electric on
him shining, casts his shadow on the
floor. At the carpet he is staring. with
that steady. vacant glaring. and his an
swer to ray swearing. is his "Nevermore. "
This he whispers when I'm raving. of
the contemplated paving, OF the pros
poets of more building. than we ever had
before. But l lifted him iDstsnter, and
tried TO bounce that awful kicker, but he
only gave a smoker. as he answered,
| "Neveruore.