The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1875-05-08
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Mr.. COINS Spelling Match.

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The other evening old Mr. and Mrs
Coffin, who live on Brush street, sat IN
their cosey back parlor, be reading the
paper and she knitting, and the family cal
stretched out under the stove, and sighed
aud felt sorry for cats not 50 well fixed
IL was a happy, contented household, and
there was love in his heart as Mr.. Coffin
put down his newspaper and remarked
II see that the whole country is becom,
lug excited about spelling schools
"Well, its good to know how to spell, :
replied the wife. II didn't have the
chance some girls had, but l pride myself
that can spelIalmOst any word that comes
along"
am see about that, he laughed acome
now, spell "buggy."
"Humphi that's nothing-bu-g-g-y
buggy" she replied
missed the first time-ha ! hal he
reared, Shaping his leg.
mo, much-that was right"
SIT was, ehl Well, I'd like to see any.
body get two g's in buggy, / would"
"But it is spelled with two g's, and any
schoOlboy viii tell you 50" she persisted
"Well, | know durn sight better than
that" he exclaimed, striking the table
with his fist.
II don't care what you know she
squeaked; II know that there are two "a
in buggy
"Do you mean to tell me that I've for.
gotten how to spell 2" he asked
at looks that way"
sit does, Ell? Well, l want you aud
all your relations to understand that know
more about spelling than the whole eabOO.
die Of you strung on wire !"
"And ] want you to understand, iona.
than Coffin, that you are an ignorant old
blockhead, when you don't put two g's ia
the word buggy-yes you are !"
"Don't talk that way to me r. he warned
"And don't shake your fist at me r she
replied.
who's a-shaking his fist?
"You were T.
That's lie--an internal lie e
Don't call me liar, you old bazaar
I've put up with your meanncss for forty
years past, but don't call me a liar, and
don't lay hand on mel
do you want divorce p he shouted,
springing up; "you can 60 now, this min,
ute !"
"Don't spit in my face-don't you dare
do it or I'll make dead man Of You r
she warned.
Il haven't spit in your freckled old Wis
age yet, but | may If you provoke me fur.
ther r.
"Who's got a freckled face, you old
turkey-buzzard?"
That was a little too much. He made
motion as if he would strike, and she
seized him by the neck tie. Then he
reached out and grabbed her right ear and
tried to lift her off her feet, but she twist.
ed up on the neck tie until his tongue ran
out.
"Let go of me, you old 6end Y she
screamed.
"Git down on yer knees aud beg my
pardon, you old wild cat r he replied.
They surged and swayed aud struggled
and the peaceful cat was struck by the
overturning table and had her back brok.
en-, while the clock fell down, and the
pictures danced around. The woman q.
nally shut her husbands supply of air Of
and Topped him, and she bumped bis head
up and down on the floor and scattered
his gray hair, shouting;
"Yoa want to get up another spelling
school with me, don't your"
He was seen limping around the yard
yesterday, stocking pinned around hi.
throat, and she had court plaster on hcl
nose, and one finger tied up. He wore
the look Of martyr, while she had the
bearing Of victor, and from this time
out "buggy' will be spelled with two e.
in that house. Detroit Free Press.
Smith says this spclling-school fever i.
getting to be an intolerable bore. On 90.