The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1880-07-16
brooklyn Eagle.]
A DiScOuraging Search.

''Now, my DEAR" said Mr. Spoopendyke,
"ycu needn't hurry, but you'd better get ready
pretty soon. Train don't go for an hour and
half, and we'll have plenty of time to get
there
I'm all ready" chirped Mrs. Spoopendyke,
bustling about. "It's hot and we want to take
plenty of time
Trunks all packed? Gripsacks? Basket?
Everything packed?'
"Yes, indeed" Uttered Mrs. Spoopendyke
gleefully, ''and sent the trunk over by the
expressman, so all you've got to do is to check
it at the station
That's right" said Mr.. Spoopendyke, kis-
sing his wife, "That's the way to do things.
Did you nail card on the trunk?''
"No, r.
"You didn't How're we going to find it?
Expect that trunks going to walk up and re-
cognize us; think that trunks going to get up
and make speech and say it's Spoopendyke's
trunk?'
"The expressman said it didn't need any
card. He gave me a receipt for it and said
that would do,' smiled Mrs. Spoopendyke.
81 don't know but it will. reckon he's
right about that. Where's the receipt" asked
Mr.. Spoopendyke cheerily.
"Let's see,'' rejoined Mrs Spoopendyke,
putting her finger to her lips, 81 put it some
where. Now, l wonder"
Take your thumb out of your mouth You
didn't stick it down your throat did YOU?
Don't you know where you put it?''
Mrs Spoopendyke searched llurricdly
through her pocketbook and then looked in the
bureau drawers.
Don't be impatient DEAR she said, hunt
.,.-~ hoI~s ~s.~I Al. II Il
vases. II put it somewhere, I know
What sort of a thing was it, a check? What
did it look like?" demanded Mr.. SpooDen-
dyke.
SIT wasn't check. 1t was long and wide"
replied Mrs. SpoOpendyke.
it look like COW? What dye do with it? Got
it tied up in the yard?"
''It was a regular receipt ON a piece of pa
pei" sighed Mrs. Spoopendyke. 81 had it
when commenced dressing Now, what did
"What dye think you did with it? Hang it
on nail? Did ye cook it? What ye standing
there for? Why don't you look for it? S'pose
the gasted things coming to you? Did it have
legs? Was it on wheels?'
Mrs. Spoopendyke hustled around and
searched again just where she had searched
before.
"What dye want to look there for? Why
don't you stop and try to think what you did
with 1t! Amt you got any sense at all scarce
ly?" howled Mr.. Spoopendyke. "S'pose the
measly thing crawled into the clock? Got an
idea that it climbed over the side of two vases
and hid itself? Why don't you put things
where you can find emp
II generally do,' sighed Mrs. Spoopendyke
"Oh! yes, you do You always do, don't
you? When business gets dull i'm going to
fill you up with little boxes and start safe
deposit with you. Haven't you found it yet?
How'm going to get at that trunk without a
receipt? S'pose that dod gasted railroads go
ing to wait around like fly on a doughnut
while swear to which is my trunk? Think
that's the only trunk they've got there? Here,
you sit down here and let me look for that
thing. You won't find it any more'n a hea-
then would find consolation in the Thirty-nine
articles. Sit down there while 1 take the
house to pieces, ye hear mel!
Mr.. Spoonpendyke jumped up and tore
around like green apple in a Sunday School
stomach.
''Look here,'' said Mrs. Spoopendyke, poin t
ing to the chair her husband had vacated.
''There it is now. You've been sitting on it. "