The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-05-12

The other evening old Mr.. snd
Mrs. Coffin, who live on Brush ST.,
sat in their cosy back parlor. he
reading the paper and she knitting,
aud the family cat stretched outEun-
der tie stove, aud sighed and felt
sorry Cor cats MT so well fixed. 1t
was q happy ~contented household,
and there was love in bis heart IS
Mr.. Coffin put down his newspaper
and remarked:
II see that the whole country is
becoming excited about spelling
schools"
well, it's good to know bow TO
SPELL" replied the wife. IL didn't
have the chance some girls had, but
/: pride myself that / can spell al
most any word that e,nes slsng.'
"ITI see about that" be laughed ;
come, now, spell buggy"
"Humph I. that's nothing-b-u-g-g-y,
buggy she replied.
missed the first time-hs ba !"
be roared slappiBg bis leg.
Not much-thst was right"
at was, eh? Well, I'd like to see
anybody get tao g's IN buggy, l
would.a
"But it Ia spelled with two g's and
any scboolboy win tell you So" she
persisted
well, | know a durn sight better
than that" be replied striking the
table with bis Est.
II don't care what you know J" she
sqeaked ! know that there are two
g's in buggy"
do you mean TO tell me that I've
forgotten how to spell ?" be asked
at looks that way"
lit does. eh ? Well, | want you
aud alI your relations to understand
that l know more about spelling than
the who'd caboodle of you strung on
& wirei"
And | want you 10 understand.
Jonathan Coffin, that you are an ig-
norant old blockhead, when you don't
put two g's in the word buggy--yes
you arel"
Don't talk that way TO me !" he
warned.
and don't shake your fist at me J"
she replied.
who's a-shakin his fist :"
You were!"
That's a lie-an Internal lie !"
Don't call me q liar, you old ba-
zaarl I've put up with your mean
ness for forty years past, but don't
call me a liar, and don't lsy . band
on mel"
do you want q divorce :" he
shouted, springing up; you a go
now, this minutel"
Don't spit il my fsce-don't you
dare do it or I'll make a dead man OF
you p she warned.
IL haven't spit ia your freckled old
visage yet, but may if you provoke
me further J"
who's got q freckled face, you
old turkey-buzzsrd ?"
That was a 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
Der right ear and tried to lift her of
her feet, but she twisted up on the
aeck tie until bis tongue a out"
Let go Of me, you old fend J" she
screamed.
"Git down on yer knees and beg
nv pardon, you old wild cat" he
replied.
They surged and swayed and
struggled, and the peaceful cat was
struck by the %overturning table and
had her back broken, while the clock
fell down, and the pictures danced
around. The woman finally shut Der
husbands supply Of air of and dop-
ped him, and as she bumped his head
OPP and down on the floor and scat
tered bis gray hairs she shouted:
"You want to get up another
spelling school with me, don't your"
lie was seen limping around the
yard yesterday. q stocking pinned
around bis throat, and she had court
plaster on Der nose, and one finger
tied up. He wore the look of q mar
tyr, while she had the bearing OF a
victor, and from this time out buggy"
will be spelled with two es in that