The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1880-05-31
MONDAY MORNING, MAY 81.
A Trifling Inconvenience.


''My DEAR" said Mr. Spoopendyke, feeling
up the chimney, "have you seen my gold col
lar button?'
81 saw it the day you bought it," answered
Mrs. Spoopendyke, cheerily, "and thought
it very pretty. Why doyou ask?'
"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 we're carpet.
You don't suppose it is up there, do you?'
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke. "Where did YOU
leave it?''
cleft it in my shirt. Where do you suppose
I'd leave tin the hash?' and Mr. Spoopen-
dyke tossed over the things in his wifes writ
ing desk and looked out of the window after
it.
where did you leave your shirt?" asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke.
wv here did leave my shirt? Where do
you suppose left it? Where does man gem
orally leave his shirt, Mrs. Spoopendyke?
Think 1 left it in the ferryboat? Got an idea
left it at prayer meeting, haven't you? Well,
did MT. l left it off, Mrs. Spoopendyke,
that's where / left it. I left it Off Hear me?''
And Mr.. Spoopendyke pulled the winter cloth
ing out of the cedar chest that hadn't been un-
locked 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.
Spoopendyke, it's gene to Bridgeport as wit
ness 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
downstairs and raked the fire out of the kit
chen range, but didn't find the button
maybe yon lost it on the way home" sug-
gested Mrs. Spoopendyke, as her husband
came up, hot and angry, and began to null a
stuffed canary to pieces, to see if the button
had got inside.
''Oh. yes! Very likely stood up against a
tree and lost It,. That's the way it was If L
turn loose as razor strop. 1 don't know any
thing sharper than you are;" and Mr.. Spoo-
pendyke got up in a chair and clutched a
handful of dust off the top of the wardrobe.
pendyke.
oh! it must eh! 1t must have fallen out!
Well, declare, 1 never thought of that NV
impression was that it took buggy and drove
out, or a balloon and hoisted out" and Mr..
Spoopendyke crawled behind the bureau and
commenced tearing up the carpet.
''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, did MT you?" painted
MIR. 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 mavhe
you'll have sense enough to mend that lounge,
now it has caused so much trouble If YOU
only tended to the house as do to nv bust
ness. there'd never be any difficulty about los
ing collar BUTTON
1T wasn't my fault - began Mrs. Spoopen-
Was MT, eh! Have you found that coal
Dill you've been looking for since March?"
Eyes"
Have, Ell! Now where did you put it?
Where did you find it?''
In your overcoat pocket. Brooklyn Eagle.