The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-04-28
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A spelling match.

The other evening old Mr.. and MIR,
Coffin, who live on Brush stree. SIT in
their coy back paror be reading his paler
and she knitting, and the family cat
stretched out under the stove and sighed
and felt sorry for cats not so well fixed. 1t
was happy, contcnted household, and
there was love in his heart as Mr.. Coffin
put down his newspaper and remarked
81 see that the whole country is becom-
ing excited about spelling schools"
swell, its good to know how to spell"
replied the wife. 81 didn't have the chance
some girls had. but l pride myself that l
can spell almost any word that comes
along"
"I'l see about that" he laughed; "comc,
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"
'It was, eh? "Well, I'd like to see any
body get two g's in buggy, would"
'But it is spelled with two gs, and any
school boy will tell you so," she persisted.
swell, know darn sight better than
that !" he exclaimed, striking the table with
his fist.
81 don't care what you know !" she
squeaked 81 know that there are two gs
in buggy
600 you mean to tell me that I've for
gotten how to spell p he asked.
at looks that way"
at does, Ell? Well, want you and all
your relations to understand that l know
more about spelling than the whole ca
Doodle of you strung on a wire !"
"And | want you to understand, iona
than Coffin, that you are an internal 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, she
replied.
''Whos shaking his fist :"
"You were !"
.'That's lie-an internal lie"
"Don't call me liar, you old bazaar !
| I've put up with your meanness for forty
years past, but don't call me liar, and
don't lay hand on me ~
"Do you want divorce he shouted,
springing up; ''you can go now, this min
ute !"
"Don't spit in my face-don't you dare
| do 1t or I'll make a dead man of you !" she
| warned.
81 haven't spit in your freckled old Wis
age yet, but may if you provoke me far
ther !"
who's got freckled face, you old tur-
key-buzzard!"
That was little too much. He made a
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 twisted
up on the neck-tie until his tongue ran out.
"Let 60 OF me, you old tiend! ~ she
screamed.
"Get down on yer knees and beg my par
don, you old wildcat !" he replied.
They surged and swayed and struggled
and the peaceful eat was struck by the
overturning table and had her back broken
while the clock fell down and the picture,
danced around. The woman finally shut
her husbands supply Of air off and Topped
him, and as she bumped his head up an(
down on the floor and scattered his gray
hairs she shouted
"You want to get up another spelling
school with me, don't you !"
He was seen limping around the yart
yesterday, stocking pinned around hi
throat, and she had court plaster on hci
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 g's in that house