Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1880-12-01
a SLIGHT rvDISPOsITION.
mr.. SpOopendyke at the Mercy Of
OF Pills and Fruit.

Brooklyn Eagie.l
That's better" groaned Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, as Lis wife arranged the cool
pillows under his head; now | can
die looking out upon the trees and
sky" and Mr.. Spoopendyke assumed a
a resigned expression Of yisage, and
gazed out Of the corner Of one eye
upon a bare allanthus tree and a half
dozen telegraph wires.
"0hl you won't die" said Mrs.
Spoopendyke, cheerfully. You're
only a little sick, and you'll get over
it."
That's all you know about it,
snarled Mr.. SpOopendyke. ITO hear
you talk one would think you only had
to be fitted up with little beds and a
bad smell to be q government hospital
I'm down sick, | tell ye, and l don't
want any fooling about it."
well, well" cOoed Mrs. SpOopen.
dyke, don't excite yourself. KeeI
quiet and you'll get we'll"
Much you'd care" muttered Mr.
Spoopendyke, turning on his side and
resting his cheek on his hand, an atti-
tude generally assumed by martyred
spirits On the approach Of dissolution
"Will you take your drops again
dear?o asked Mrs. S%poopenkyke. "It'i
time for them"
mo, | won't. They're nasty. !
haven't bad anything but drops for Q
week. From the way you administer
drops one would think you was thu
trap door for a hanging machine
Gimme some figs
But there amt any FIGS, dear. II
20 and ret you some, said Mrs
Spoopendyke.
That it," growled her husband
You only want an excuse to leave m,
to die alone, Why haven't We 90.
some hcs2 You might know Id wan.
figs, Got any citrOn.
No, | haven't any citron, but ]
won't be more than a minute away
and I'll get any fruit you want"
"Ohl yes, You'd get it, no doubt
What you want is O rail fence around
and a gate off the hinges to be a doc
gasted orchard. Fetch me some
strawberries"
Why, strawberries arc out Of sea.
son. There amt any in market now.
- suppose you say that" moaneC
Mr.. ~Spoopendyke. you've Away,
got some excuse. II / should die
you'd have an apology ready. Gimme
something to take this taste out Of ny
mouth"
What would you like, dear?" asked
Mrs. spoopendyke.
Soap, dod CAST it. Gimme soap /
We cant think Of anything else, de
manded Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Mebb,
you amt got any soap. AT least, vol
wouldn't have if l wanted it. Go
any cherries?'
No; they are out Of season too
There are some grapes in the closet.
Dom want any measly grapes. l
| can't have what l want, I Cont
want it. Where's those drops? WHY
don't you give me my medicine? Go.
ing to let me die for want Of a it'll
attention? Want the insurance DON
We? Going to gimme those drops be
fore the next election2P
Mrs. Spoopendyke ladle1 out thu
dose, half Of which went down Mr.
Sp~oopendyke's gullet and half owe.
the front Of his night. shirt.
That's it" he howled. spill EN-
They're for external application. Pu
EN- anywhere. Pour EN- up tn,
chimney, and Mr.. Spoopendyko frel
the spoon across the room.
Have a piece Of orange to take tn,
ssle away2' asked Mrs. Spoopendyke
pleasantly.
mo, l won't" objected her spouse
Gimme q piece of muskmelon.n
u don't believe they have musk.
melons IL November, sighed Mrs
Spoopendyke.
"0f course they don't, responded
Nh. S~poopendyke. They don't hay,
anything when / am sick. It's {
miracle that they have beds. In
astounded to think they have doctor
and drugstores. I've got to hurry VI