Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-07-15
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THE OYERCOAT POCKET.

| The OfERCOAT fOChEI.
my DEAR" said Mr.. spoopendyke, feeling
up the chimney, "have you seen my gold COL
lar button ?"
II saw it the day you bought it." answered
Mrs. Spoopeudyke, cheerily, "and | thought
it very pretty. Why do you ask? p
"Cause I've lost the measly thing" re-
sponded Mr.. Spoopendyke, running the broom
handle up into the cornice and shaking it as
if it was carpet.
"You don't suppose it is up there, do you ?"
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke. "Where did you
leave it?"
LEFT it in my shirt. Where do you sup
pose would leave tin the hash ?" and Mr..
Spoopendyketossed over the thingsin in his wife's
writing desk and locked out Of the window
. after it.
"Where did you leave your shirtS ?" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"Where did I leave my shirt Where do
you suppose left it? Where does a man
generally leave his shirt, Mrs. spoopendyke
Think 1 left it in the ferry boat? ? Got an idea
I left it at prayer meeting, haven't you? :?
Well, didn't. I left it of, Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, there's where l left it. / left it of.
Hear me?" And Mr.. Spoopendyke pulled
the winter clothing out of the cedar chest that
hadn't been unlocked for a month.
"Where is the shirt now?" persisted Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"Where do you suppose it is? Where do
you imagine it is? I'll tell you where it is,
Mrs. Spoopendyke; it's gone to Bridgeport
as witness in land suit. Idea! Ask
man where his shirt is! You know haven't
been out of the room since / came home last
night and took it off," and Mr.. Spoopendyke
sailed down stairs and raked the fire out of
the kitchen range, but didn't find the but.
ton.
"May be you lost it on the way home"
suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, as her husband
came up, hot and angry, and began to pull a
stuffed canary to pieces, to see if the button
had got inside.
"0h, yes! Very likely I stood up against
a tree and lost it. Then l hid behind fence
so 1 wouldn't see it. That's the way it was.
If only had your head, Mrs. Spoopendyke,
I'd turn loose as razor strop. | don't know
anything sharper than you are" and Mr..
Spoopendyke got up in chair and clutched
hand full of dust off the top of the ward
robe ........ ..
"It must have fallen out" mused Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"Oh it must, eh I! 1t must have fallen
out Well, declare, I never thought Of
that. My impression was that it took bug.
gy and drove out, or balloon and hoisted
out" and Mr.. Spoopendyke crawled behind
bureau and commenced tearing up the car
pet. ...-..
"And if it fell out, it must be somewhere
near where he left his shirt. Now he always
throws his shirt on the lounge and the button
is under that"
A moments search established the infalli-
bility of Mrs. Spoopendyke's logic.
"Oh, yes Found it, didn't you p painted
Mr. Spoopendyke, as he dumped bis head
against the bureau and finally climbed to a
perpendicular. "Perhaps you'll fix my ehirts
so it won't fall out any more; and may be
you'll have sense enough to mend that lounge,
now it has made 80 much trouble. IF you
only tended to the house as do to my busi-
ness, there'd never be any difficulty about
losing collar button"
1T wasn't my fault -" began Mrs.
spoopendyke !
"Wasn't, eh Have you found that coal
bill you've been looking for since March,"
EYES," :.
"Have, eh Now, where did you put it i
Where did you find it?"
"In your overcoat pocket"