Mexico weekly ledger., 1881-03-31

WI euAlA,y1l Yg1sT.ciA0 WORK.
apeopsndyxs Sick.
"TAAt's better" groansd Mr..
Spoopendyhe, - his wife arranged
the cool pillews under his head.
"Now, I can die looking upon the
trees and sky," and Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke assumed resigned expression
OF vlsage, and gassd out q the cor
ner Of his eye upon . bars aalasthns
tree and q half dosen telcGnpA wiras.
"Ohl yen won't die, aaid Mn.
Spoopendyke, cheerfully. you're
only q little sick, and you'll get over
it."
"That's all you know about it,"
snarled Mr.. Spoopendyke. 'sTo hear
you talk one would think you had
only to be fitted up with little beds
and bad smell to be . government
hospital. I'm down sick, I tell ye,
and I don't want any fooling about
it."
"Wsll, well," cooed Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, 'don't excite yourself. Keep
quiet and you'll get well.''
"Much you'd care," muttered Mr..
Spoopendyke, turning on his side and
resting his cheek on his hand, an at
titude generally assumed by martyred
spirits on the approach of dissolution.
"Will you take your drops again,
dear?" asked Ms. Spoopendyke.
"It's time for them.'' ts
'No, won't. They're nasty. I
haven't had anything but drops for .
week. From the way You administer
drops one would think you were the
trap-door Of hanging-nachine.
Glmme some figs"
''But there amt any figs, dear.
I'll 60 and get some," said Mrs.
Speopendyke.
''That's it." growled her husband.
''You only want An excuse to leave
me to die alone. Why haven't you
got some figs. You might know I'd
want some figs. Got any citron7"
/ 'No, I haven't any citron; but I
won't be more than q minute away,
and I'll get you any fruit you want"
/ "Oh, yes, you'd get it I have no
doubt. What you want is rail-
fence around and gate of the hinges
to oe doi-gasted orchard. Fetch
me some Strawberries"
"Why, Strawberries are out of sea-
. son. There amt any in the market
now."
81 supposed you'd say that"
moaned Mr.. Spoopendyke. "You'ye
always got some excuse. If should
die you'd have an apology ready.
Gimme something to take this taste
out of my mouth"
"What would you like, dear"
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke.
''Soap, dod-gast it! Gimme soap,
if you can't think Of anything else, -
demanded Mr.Spoopendyke. "Mebbe
you amt got any soap. At least you
would Mt have it if I wanted it. Got
any cherries?"
''No; they are out of season. There
, are some grapes in the closet"
''Don't want any measly grapes.
= If can't have what / want l dom,
+ want it. Where's those drops? Why
/, don't yo1 give me my medicine
!, Gong to let me die for want of q lit
! tie attention? Want the life insur-
ance, don't you? Going to gimme
+ those drops before the next election p
Mrs. Spoopendyke labelled out the
. . dose, half of which went down Mr..
Spoopendyke's gullet and half owe,
: the front OF his night-shirt.
"That's it!'" he howled. "Spill
'em! They're for external spplics.
ton. Put 'em anywhere. Pour 'eu
|, up the chimney" and Mr.. Spoopen.
4 dyke fired the spoon across the room.
"Have q piece lof orange to TAXI
the taste away?" asked Mrs. Spoop
!, , endyke pleasantly.
''No, I WON'T" objected hel
:, spouse. "Gimne me q piece o.
j muskmelon.'
. II don't believe they have musk
a melons in December" sighed Mrs
y Spoopendyke.
y "Of course they don't, responded
= Mr.. Spoopendyke. 'sThey dom
q have anything when I'm sick. It,
> wonder they have any houses. IT,
!. . miracle they have beds. I'm as
i tonished to think they have doctor
y and drug stores. I've got to hurry
: : up and die, or they won't have An,
4 undertakers or co6ins or graves
N Gimme piece of orange, will ye
4. S'pose I'm geing to lie here and chav
of on the taste Of them drops for
" month"; 5s
il "You'd like those grapes" sue
a gested his wife.
70 sNo, I wouldn't either. What d
ot you want me to eat 'em FORT &C
m any interest in the grape trade? G.
q. any commission on those grapes
D. Any body pay ye to make me eat zen
1e One would think you only wanted Q
o. iron arbor and four small boys climl
a ing over you to be q grapevine
r. Where's my pill?' e
= "You took your pill, dear?" II
,;s piled his patient wife.
4. ''Oh, of course! A pill Is out
Nv season now. Can't even have q p
10 when feel like it." And Mr.. Spoo
.. endyke groaned in spirit and locke
m dismal. snow, sit down aud don
,e. move. I want to sleep. Don't ye
ne make a hit of noise if you want me
an live."
ar Aud Mrs. Spoopenkyke held b
.t breath and never rustled q feathc
id while her husband lay and glared o
a. of the window for an hour and ha
off EHect - Prshibitiss.
h. Secretary Renshsw, Of the Missou
,ut immigration Society, received vii
10. yesterday from Mr.. Patrick Murph
Is, Of Joplin, Mo. Mr.. Murphy sta,
ith that Anrphysboro, the new town ID
re, out = couple Of weeks ago in Jasp