The daily gazette., 1875-04-27
4SPELLING MATCH,
detroit Free Pfess.]


The other evening old Mr.. and Mrs.
Coffin, who lives on Brush street, sat
in their coy back parlor, he reading
his paper and she knitting, and the
family cat stretched out under the
stove and sighed and felt sorry for
cats not so we'll fixed. II was happy,
conttnted household, and there was
love in his heart as Mr.. Coffin put
down his newspaper and remarked:
II see that the whole country Is be.
coming excited about spelling-schoois-
"Well, its good to know how to
SPELL" replied the wife. II didn't
have the chance some girls had, but !
pride myself that ! can spell almost
any word that comes along" =.
"Tll see about that" he laughed;
come, now, spell buggy.
"Humph that's nothing-b- u-g-g-y
buggy" she replied.
Missed the first time-ha ha :" he
roared, slapping his leg.
Not much-that was right"
at was, ehs Well, I'd like to see
anybody get two g's in buggy
would"
"But 1t is spelled with two g's, and
any school.poy win tell you SO, )" she
persisted.
well, know, a darn sight better
than that y he exclaimed, striking the
table with his fist.
II don't care what you know :" she
squeaLed; 81 know that there are two
g's in buggy ="
"Do you mean to tell me that I've
forgotten how to spell y" he asked.
at looks that way" .
at does, eh Well, want you and
all your relations to understand that
know more about spelling than the
whole caboodle of you strung on
wire !"
"And ! want you to understand,
Jonathan Coffin, that you are an ignor-
ant old blockhead, when you don't
put two g's In the word buggy-yes,
you are !"
Don't talk that way to me !" he
warned.
"And don't shake your fist at me J"
she replied.
"Who's a shaking his fist -
"You werer'
"rhat's lie-an infernnsl lie y
Don't call me II liar, you old
bazaar I've put up with your mean.
ness for forty years past but don't call
me liar, and don't lay a hand on
me r'
"Do you want divorce u he shou'
ted, springing up; you can go now
this minute !"
Don't spit in my face-dontl yot
dare do il or I'll make dead man o.
you - she warned.
Il haven't spit in your freckled OLE
visagc yet, but l may if you provoke
me farther" !"
who's got a freckled face, you OLE
turkey-buzzard !"
That was little too much. III
made a motion as if he would strike
and she seized him by the neck-tie
Then he reached out and grabbed he
right ear and tried to lift her of he
feet, but she twisted up on the neck
tie until his tongue ran out.
LET go of me, you old fiend !' sh
screamed.
"Git down on yer knees and beg m
pardon you old wildcat !" he r:
piled.
They surged and swayed and strus
gled, and the peaceful cat was struc
by the overturning table and had he
back broken while the clock fell dow
! and the pictures danced around. Th
woman finally shut her husbands SUI
e ply of air off and Topped him, and ,
{ she bumped his head up and down Q
g the floor and scattered his gray hail
e she shouted:
you want to get up another spe
' ling-school with me, don't you u
" He was seen limping around Il
y yard yesterday, stocking pinne
around his throat, and she had cou
plaster on her nose and one finger tie
up. He were the look of martyr, whi
she had the bearing of q victor, al
,r from this time out buggy" will
a snelled with two ga in that house