Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-11-23
Searching for the PIN.

whats the matter with that baby?" growled
| Mr.. Spoopendyke. as he sat up in bed. and
rubbed his eyes. Cant you stop this FUSS"
''Hush-h-h-h!" cooed Mrs Spoopendyke
dandIing the infant. Don't e KY Dada ants
to s'eep. Baby sail be dood"
Mr.. Spoopendyke eyed the proceeding cyni-
caly for moment. and then the baby burst out
again.
''Dry up" shouted Mr. spoopendyke. There's
nothing the matter with you. Why don't you
go TO sleep like Christian"
''There. there, there!" Groom ed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. ''Shes dess too tweet for anyshing.
Poor little dirl! Now, go to s'eep ike little
dear"
Whereat the baby howled dismally.
Cant you give her something?" demanded
Mr. Spoopendyke. Cant you dose her
S'pose I'm going to Law awake all night for the
fun of approaching that l am the head of the
family. Here. let me take her: I'll fix her. and
Mr. Spoopendyke grabbed his offspring and
began to pace the room with it.
BE careful of her and I'll heat some water
Spoopendyke raked out a battered tin cup well
BACKED around the bottom and sides, which she
promptly converted into boiler.
"A baby never cries unless there is q pin stick
ing in her. argued Mr.. Spoopendyke a. he held
the infant across his arm and began to undo her
/
around her 2"
That's her belly band.' don't tonch it.'
squeaied Mrs. Spoopendyke. waving the cup a
foot from the gas.jet in her trepidaton.
''Oh. see. retorted Mr.. SpOOpendyke, fishing
out the pins What's that other thing here,
the 'britching" Hold Oh. Cleopatra :" he con-
tlnued, as the bawiing young one made spring:
don't make the mistake of trying to fool with
Spoopendyke," and the fond father grope,l
around for the cause Of the disturbance. ..Since
hp rest nf In harn
you'd better drive this baby with martin~ales
and I'll tell You one thing Mrs SpOOppndyke.
. this habys clothes amt mOren half aired Ma
wonder she hOwls. Cutchee. cutchee. cutchee:
dod CAST the thing! Say, what do you call this
rifled barrel business? What's this breastpin
doing here under her chest!"
Good gracious, that's a safety pin! Let ii
alone.' said Mrs. Spoopendyke
What's the combination of this racket any,
how" demanded Mr.. SpOOpendyke, Juggling at
the pin. "WhO sOldered this thing on? What s
1t set for? Give me the combination" and he
jerked it loose with results he had scarcely con-
templated. for it left his baby stitchless. The
startled young one shivered and was quiet for a
moment. Told you SO, said Mr.. SpoOpendyke.
with an air Of triumph. ut only needs a little
common sense to take care of baby"
But at that instant the infant tuned ND ayain
with redOubled vgor
Let me take her." pleaded Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. ''she'll freeze to DEATH"
Lct hei freeze TOafeu MIR. SpOOpenQyke
III this measly baby is going to have her way
about bowling. she's going to have it about
freezing. Cutchee, cutchee, cutchee. Dry up.
will your" and Mr.. SpOopendyke set his teeth
and pranced around. all Of which extracted the
most frightful row from his infant
''She wants medicine. and I've got it ready
for her, said Mrs. SpOonpendyke. Come to
mamma. now. what q little dear, Come to
mamma and be cOmfOrted" and as she took the
child the cries died away into sobs and were
buried in shifts.
Il knew could quiet her." said Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. as he watched the baby. .YOu don't
know anything about children. or Won never
would have put that tin anchor in her clothes.
That was what allied her."
1T wasn't either" snapped Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke She's got the collie, little dear. and you
almost killed her."
anyway. she stopped her bowling" retorted
MI Spoopendy Ike. land she howled because you
wanted her to stand i'm the shafts all night.
Another time you'll know enough to unhitch
the young one before you put her in the STALL"
Mrs SpoOpendyke made no response, but
ladied In peppermint. qualified with little
warm water and sugar. Then she carefully
dressed the baby and turned in.
Going to put out that gas?" demanded Mr..
SpO0pendyke from under the clothes which he
had pulled up to his eyebrows.
NO" replied Mrs. SpOopendyke shortly
'Then it can burn" h0wled her husband
's1f you think I'm going to r0ust out you're
mistaken"
But ten minutes later he thought Of the bin.
and thinking his wife fast asleep he got up and
gave the screw vindIctive wrench and tumbled
back to bed, unconscious of the hysterical giggle
that followed his last exploit.