Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-04-26

| tBrooklyn EaRle.
| say, NJ dear" said Mr.. spoopandyke As he
hurried IN, hot and breathlass. late from his
business did You get me fancy dress for tire
| masquerade to-niyht?-
Its all ready replied Mrs. spoopendyke
eain,ne; You so as let me see GO a.
aSpahIsn guitar girl. and you 20 as-as-it's
either Louis Fourteenth or Oliver com sell os
Sl1 Ro1eTt =. Burns, I've forgotten which the
Il do, 90 L" said Mr.. spoopendyke. g,ar,,v
around 81 so as one OF EN-, do 10 As ihsSS
are oil dead, and as | viii do for all three
p'raps you got coffin. Show me the CONN
Fetch out the interconvertiOle catafalaue anu
Eelp me on with L. Has &c got sleeves"
.'lt isn't coffin, explained Mrs Spoopen-
dyke. 1T is a doublet and"
tits Goubiet. is IL? Well. that relieves me
OF one OF 'em. | thought from the way YOU
spoke Mrs. Spoopendyke, &c was a trlplet Is
there trousers with IL: Got shirt? 1 told
you oget me bandit suit, didn't !? Fetch
out this Cromwell business, SHOW me this
man BGrns Any sword so with It."
mis-. SpooPendyke brought forth worn red
velvet jacket, trimmed with furnished braid AID
q air OF yellow velvet knee brooches siashesf up
s sne slGe;. Iias she supplemented with felt
nai. aid pan or jack boots armed With splrs.
suggested. r.n.-.
thirg:" demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke "Where
does The Oliver Cromwell part begin? show
me the Burns element on this schedulel II I'm
going 10 get into this thing chronoloytcally 4
must begin With the measly king ana wind or
with the dod gasted poet; which is the King
part p and Mr.. s3oopend, he shot out OF his
business suit and drew on the velvet trousers
where's the rest or 'em ." he demanded sur
veying an eXpanse OF unclouded limb. This
whole thing Is only one leg. Where's the
pair fer the other leg? Give me some more
trousers" ana MIR. Spoopendyke scowled about
him.
Don't the boots come up 10 meet them?"
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, I'm some Reputation
MT Spcopends he pulled on the boots but
foot.
dispose this bareleyged Arrangement ,s thu
Burns pant, grinned Mr.. Spoopendyke "He
was Highlander, and this mucn OF me Il
Burns. Show me the Cromwell part now. Is
that bat III" and Mr.. Spoopendyke put on the
hat and breatned hard. where's the rest or
me? Ny head and legs are all right; bring out
my back ana stomach"
Mrs Spoopen0yke handed him the Jacket and
he plunged into IL with jerk.
mat what you Wanted?' he howled.
n0oulcnt you make more'n three epochs OF mes
Ddnt the man have but three historical dates9
Pun That jacket down q couple OF centuries
can't ye? Don't you see the bottom OF the dod
gasted thing is two hundred years from reach
Ing the waisrband OF the Burns breeches?" ana
Mr. Spoopendyke tugged at the abbreviated
coat and snorted With wrath.
MAY be that was the way it was meant
10 CO. argued Mrs. Spoopendyke. al saw
You sawed on the coat and pants now
spose you saw on rod or this hat aud patch
EN- out again, When did Cromwell wear
that bat? What kind OF a bet did he win that
Oh? Say, where's the scaifold that goes with
these measly politicians? Fetch out the heads
uloA. anu MI. opOOPeDugke Oance1 INTO the
closet ana out again. Where's the louise that
goes with the Burns part? Bring me some
Charles 1. 10 hice my legs, Praise God from
whom ell blessings how, for man was made 20
mourn because his head Was chopped oTlp
Shrleked Mr. Spoopendyke, combining the his
tollcal Ideas he represented iD one grand yell.
'Fetch me three supperS for one doi gasted
Old Idiot That trusted his WIFE TO find out a suit
Tor him" and Mr.. Spoopendyke thrust his arm
10 the shoulder through the covenanters hat
and split the coat or the lamented Louis from
Tall TO collar band. "Look out for some Scotch
romance" and he ripped of the pants and
Tired them Into the CRATE. "fIere comes
enotner page IN the annals or crine,r and the
boots went out tie window.
"And we-cant go-go TO Observation-Disclosures
race at all" soboed Mrs. Spoopendyke.
Write an epitaph on the back OF my neck,
ana ii 60 as tombstone yawped Mr.. $780,
penGyke. Put three bells In my side and a
torn stair carpet at my back. and III 60 as a
French fiat! Discharge the hired girl and get
up cold dinner, and I'll go as boarding
house! Bat IL you think I'm going TO any
measly masquerade In bare legs Ike a baby,
and bare backed like a circus Just TO advertise
hymn book, gin mill and a broad axe fac
tory, you're left, Mrs. Spoopendyke You hear
NE? You're LETT" AID Mr. Spoopendyke drew
on his nightshlrt.
Its too awfully mean for anything" unused
MS Spoopeldyke, as she laid away the span
ish guitar girls costume, and warmed up her
crinpiDg pins. Il tried TO get something that
would suit him, and he don't appear pleased
With IL. Another time III get him a sheet and
pair OF socks, so be can be Roman SENATOR
won't cost so much" With which profound
reflection Mrs. Spoopendyke said her prayers,
ana planting her cold feet ia Mr. Spoopendykes
stomach sank gently TO rest