The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1880-07-14
A TrifIng Inconvenience.

"My dear" said MIR. Spoopendyke,
feeling up the chimney, t'have you seen
my gold collar buttonS''
" saw it the day you bought it, an
s#ered Mrs. SpOOpendyke, cneTily,
"and | thought it very pretty. Why do
YOU ask?"
"'Cause I've lost the measly thing, 3"
responded Mr.. Spoopendyke, running
The broom handle up into the cornice and
shaking it as if it were a carpet
You don't suppose it is up there, do
gon?' asked Mrs. Spoopendyke. "Where
did you leave it?''
Z" Left it In my shirt Where do Won
suppose d leave it=in tie hash?" and
Mr.. Spoop6ndyke tossed over the things
IN his wife's writing desk and looked out
of the window after ID
,"Whefe dld You leave your shirt ?''
bsked Mrs. SpOopendyke.
Where did [ leave my shirt? Where
do you suppose I left it3 Where does
man generally leaye his shirt, Mrs.
SpoBbendkye? Think [ left it in the
ferryboat? Got an idea left it at PRAYER
meeting, haven't YOU? Well, didn't.
left It off, Mrs. Spoopendyke, that's
where left it. l left it off. Hear me?"
And Mr.. Spoopendyke pulled the winter
clothing out Uf the cedar chest that
hadn't been unlocked for 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. Spoopenaykc, It's gone to
Bridgeport as a witness in land suit.
Idea! Ask man where his shirt is!
Won l,,cy.- I b,v-,,,'E
since l 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 button.
Maybe you lost it or the way home"
suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, as her
husband came up, hot and angry, and
began to pull stuffed canary to pieces,
to see If the button had got inside
"Oh, yes! Very likely! | stood up
against tree and lost it. Then ] hid
behind fence SO I wouldn't see it.
That's the way it was If [ only had
loose as a razor strop. | don't know
anything sharper than you are;" and Mr..
Spoopendyke clutched handful Of dust
off the top of the wardrobe.
"It must have fallen out, mused Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"Ohl it must, eh It must have fallen
out! Well, [ declare, | never thought of
that My impression was that it to9k d
buggy and dfove out, or balloon and
hoisted out, and Mr. Spoopendyke
crawled behind the bureau and COM
menced tearing 1lp the CARPET
'And il it fell out, it must be some
where near where he left his shirt Now
he always throws his shirt on the lounge
and the button is under that. "
A moments search soon established |
the infallibility of Mrs. Spoopendyke's |
logic.
"Oh, yes! Found it didn't you?" |
painted Mr.. Spoopendyke, as he bumped |
his head against the bureau and finally |
climbed to a perpendicular "Perhaps |
you'll fix my shirts so that it won t fall |
out any more, and maybe you'll have |
sense enough to mend that lounge, now
it has made so much trouble. LIE you
only tended to the house as [ do to nv
business, there'd never be ANY difficulty
about losing a collar button"
1t wasn't my fault" hegen Mrs.
5poOpendyke.
Wasn't, eh! Have you found that
3oal bill you've been looking for since
March?"
eyes"
"Have, eh! Now where did you put
/? Where did you find it?"
SIN your OYercoat pocket. brooklyn
Eagle.