Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1881-12-03
A THRILLING INCONVENIENCE.
From the Brooklyn Eagle. ]

"My dear" said Mr.. Spoopendyke,
feeling up the chimney, "have you
seen my gold collar button
81 saw it the DAY you bought it,"
answered Mrs. Spoopendyke, cheeri-
ly, land thought it very pretty.
Why do you ask ?"
"'Cause I've lost the measley
thing" responded Mr.. Spoopendyke,
running the broom. andie up in the
cornice and shaking it as if it were
carpet.
"You don't suppose it is up there,
do you ?" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"Where did you leave it 2"
LEFT it in my shirt. Where do you
suppose I'd leave it-in the hash ?'
And Mr.. Spoopendyke tossed over
the things in his wife's writing-desk
and looked out of the window after it.
"Where did you leave your shirt ?"
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"Where did 1 leave my shirt ?
Where do you suppose l left it?
Where does man generally leave his
shirt, Mrs. Spoopendyke? Think l
left it Ill the ferry boat? Got III idea
l left it at prayer meeting, haven't
| you'll Well, didn't, left 1t Oft, Mrs.
Spoopendyke, that's where left it.
lett it of, hear me 2" And Mr.. Spoop-
endyke pulled the winter clothing
out of the cedar chest that hadn't
been unlocked for month. "Where
ls the shirt now?" persisted Mrs.
Spoopendyke. "Where do you sup
pose it isI Where do you imagine 1t
is? Fil tell you where it is, Mrs.
Spoopendyke, It's gone to Bridgeport
as witness in Il land suit. Idea
Ask a man where his shirt is! You
know I haven't been out of the room
siuce came home last night and took
it off," aud Mr.. Spoopeudyke sailed
. down stairs and raked the fire out o.
the kitchen range, but didn't fluid the
button.
"Maybe you lost 1t on the wa,
home," suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke e
as her husband came up, hot ant
, angry, and began to pnll stuffed
!, canary to pieces, to see if the buttOl
had got inside.
a "Oh, yes! Very likely stood VI
. against tree aud lost it. Then Lit
+ behind fence SO wouldn't see it
, That's the way it was. If l only hat
h your head, Mrs. Spoopemdyke, l.,
7 turn loose as razor s'rop. dom
i know anything sharper than yoi
+ are," and Mr.. Spoopendyke got ~
in chair, and clutched handful &
v dust of the top of the wardrobe.
= sit must have fallen out," muse
4 Mrs. Spoopendyke.
f ooh, it must, eh! IL must hav
Il fallen out! "Weli, l declare, neve
= thought of that. My impression wa
- that it took buggy and drove out, %
ban h ID h<,1s - Nj
r Spoopendyke crawied behind til
|, bureau and commenced tearing U
Il the carpet.
a "AHd If 1t fell out, 1t must be som'
4 where near where he left his sElr
a Now he always throws his shirt on I'll
20 lounge and the button is under that
" A moments search established til
y Instability of Mrs. Spoopendyke
logic.
"Oh. yes! Found it. didn't you
at painted Mr.. Spoopendyke, as he buml
40 ed his head against the bureau, a,
finally climbed to perpendicuia
ri "Perhaps you will iix my shirls
~ that it wont fall out any more, 81
p ma,be you'll have sense enough
a mend that lounge, now that il ii
~ made SO much trouble. If you on
l tended to the house us l do my bus
co ness, there'd Lever be any Difficult
Ia about losing a collar button"
ed "It WASN'T my fault" began Nj
vs Spoopendyke.
he Wasn't, eh! Have you found til
V. coal bill that you've been looking +
on since March ?"
Va eyes"
~. Have, oh. Now, where did y
of put it? Where did you find i; -
,rs "In your overcoat pocket"