Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1881-02-19
,uonspratt, Mrs. wOptoaslough,

stignonspratt, Mrs. Woptohslough,
Miss Mimpzf-' 49,,
You don't read them right at all,
complained Mrs. Sp~oopendyke: That's
Mrs. Silyerspoon, and Mrs. Worthing-
ton, and Mrs. Hemmingway. They are
Just as nice as they a be
"Are they the three old worthless
who howl in the choir?I asked Mr..
Spoopendyke, sternly. They've got
a grandson old enough to be my
father"
"They haven't" sobbed Mrs. Spoo-
pennyke. you know better.
well, most of EN- have. What
dive want me to call on EN- for. Got
any more old almanacs expecting mel
Where's the sphinx You haven't
got the sphinx down here nor the
tower of Babel. Who're these other
pyramids? Who's Mrs. UpsidedOwn?'
That's Mrs. Edgarton, She sent
you the jelly when you were sick, and
You said she was the best woman in
Brooklyn. You'll have to call on her
for ~politeness,' said Mrs. SpoOpen-
dyke, severely.
Won't eitherl' shouted Mr..
Spoopendyke. "The jelly was sour,
and she made me pay a dollar toward
a plaster of-paris angel for a starving
family out in Flatbush. Who's that
either nurse of George Washington's?
Here, this is a mistake; | went to old
Miss Schumslock funeral thirty years
ago."
"You didn't ! Youlnever did, pro-
claimed Mrs. Spoopendyke, thoroughly
aroused. That isn't her name,
either. 1t S Miss Schofeld, and she
is the best friend I've got. | only
want--
IL know what you want" Kissed
Mr.. S%poopendyke. You want a few
more acquaintances, and a map. to be
a guide book to ancient Troy. Think
I'm going to call on that old monolith?
Got anything here that belongs to
modern times? Know anybody who
has been dag up within six or eight
centuries? Who's that black eyed girl
in the Bible class? Don't she hang
out a flag to-day"
Il wouldn't look at her" shifted
Mrs. %Spoopendykc. 81 wouldn't have
you go there for worlds. Beside, she
don't receive"
What's this?' demanded Mr..
Spoopendyke. Whats Mrs. VIM
pgstyx got to do with it? What Gem
etery will | find her IMP
That's Mrs. Willoughby," ex
planned Mrs. SpOopendyke, compla-
Gently. "She's the young widow who
recently joined the church"
Don't mind calling on her" said
Mr.. S%poOpendyke. She wasn't born
moren 1000 years before the christian
era. Got any more like her? Does
this measly list contain anybody else
who wasn't the mother of the Chinese
empire? Think of any more grave
stones that haven't had the epitaphs
worn off,"
NO" replied Mrs, S~poopendyke,
coldly, "and | now remember, Mrs.
Willoughbyreceived calls with friends
in Buffalo"
bod CAST your dod gasted list"
howled Mr.. Sp%oopondyke, dancing on
the unhappy document. What dye
think | am? A ghoul? S'pose I'm
going to prance around all the measly
old ghosts in Brooklyn? S'pose I'm
going to swash around and eat cake
and drink lemonade with a lot of il
Illustrations of the Silurian period?
Think I'm going to spend the day with
a lot of articulated old skeletons just
because they belong to the same
church that do?" And Mr.. Spoop-
endyke popped out Of the house like a
buug. and went next door to see if his
friend Tortorthumb knew any mum
mics of whose history there was some
trodition."
II don't care" said Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as she whirled around two or
three times to practice kicking her
train; ''if.h he don't call on the church
people they'll be hopping mad; and if
he does he won't have much of a time.
!, so he'll wish be was dead either way"
and Mrs. Spoopendyke hustled into
the parlor to assure a sandy haired
young mar with a stiff neck that it
was awful good Of him to come, and
to learn he hadn't come far of his
own volition, but had slid most of the
way.