Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-08-04
a Seriolns Accident.
PRESENTING POSSIBILITIES OF 4 fuNER.
Az PROCESSION IN THE FxMiEY,

ThIsoENAlNd fOeSiBILIlES OF "A FUNER |
Az PROCESSION IN THE Family.
why what's the iHatter, my
dears' cried Mss: Spoopendyke as
Mr Spoopendyke Jumped into the
room and dropped into a chair.
w hat on earth has happened to
your @
4 fell down and: killed myself
Mr.: Spoopendyke.
sHowa WHere7' asked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, bustliigf arotind him
ell nervousness. 'IIoW did ycu do
it?' =
Slipped on the iss and broke
my arm from head to foot sighed
Mr.. Spoopendyke family.
Great gracious calculated Mrs.
Spoope e, Whereabouts!
Where did;t hPppen?'
'Cut doors, dod gast IT! Where
dye suppose 1 did ita Think I
brought the ice in the house and
then laid down on it? Oh, dearl
Tll never get my clothes off again.
Pvc got to sit here and die.'5 and
Mr.. Spoopcndyke leaned back in
the chair and cle sed his eyes with
resignation.
I'll help you off with your hat.
and overcoat,' said Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke tenderly. 'Let me help
you:'
BE very carefully about taking
eff my hat said Mr.. Spoopendy ke,
rousiTg up. Take it off easy, or
you'll hurt my elbow. Pull tile
left arm of my overcoat down, so it
will slip off-what ye doing? Try
ing to skin me! That sleeves fin
Of broken bones, l tell ye. Now
help me into a ch;ii. ! knew 1
mus. go some time; but I never ex,
pected to DIE so suddenly as this,
and Mr.. Spoopendyke lifted lis
spraincd arm and dropped it again
tosee if there Was any animation
left in his system.
Can't / do something for you,
dear!' asked Mrs. Spoopendpke,
with teal tul eyes.
IF you could sing hymn with
out starting UP the cats it might
make my last moments more peac-
full replied Mr.. SpoopeEdyke, put
ting his feet cn a chair and com
posing himself for dissolution.
You'd better let me attehd tt
your arm,' recommended Mrs
Spoopendyke. eff it is badly sorain
cd you ought to have something OF
it."
"Didn't tell ye it was hrokcu1
just get curiosity to see it, haven
ye? Can't wait for the post NOR
tenn, can ye? Go ahead. Do wha,
you please. In little while IL
be beyond pain. Just take it ant
do what you like with it, and Mr.
Spoopendyk lie struck tie MANNED
arm out straight and waved i
| al ound like ham.
If you'd let me rotate it little
and then bind it up with arnica
you'.l be all right in an ho,tr,' CO.
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke. affectionate
ly.
Rotate it. then,'' niurihHred Mr.
Spoopendykc. Il don't suppose
will make much differnce to IN,
estate. Take it down in the kitch
en- and rotate it. You migIlt--hol'
on, dod CAST i'll What dye thin
Pun a pu,npl Got an idea PM
clocks Let go that arm will you!
And Mr.. Spoopendyke prance'
around the room. 'Oh! you're
surgeon, are you: Ali yor want
a buck saw and broken balustrad
to be medical college. Going t
pull it out by the roots; it's an ari
and it's busted like torpedov An
Mr.. Spoopendyke, who had bee
, brandlshing the injured member
begin to stroke his shoulder al:
sylrpathize with himself.
, Let me battle it IN afniea.' sal
. Mrs. Spoopendyke That's til
. best thing in the world. Just Il
: me turn up your shirt sleeve, an
; I'll fix it i'll d minute
Very good,'' said Mr.. spoupei
s dyke. Il don't suppose it will !
t any harm to hurry matters. Is m
: dress suit all brushed2 Have
e got shirt with button on Il
y back to be buried ih2 Have 1 g
+ a pair of socks that my immors
i soul won't shine through the to
+ OF? Cause it l haven't, ye'd bctt
f use some of your measly arnica I
$ my clothes. II you think I'm z
: ing into the tomb all eovered wi
grease and my shirt Tapping aroul
on me like l was a clothes Ii
T you're mistaken, that's all.' and ]
o Sooopendyke eyed Ills wife glo",
lily willis she prepared to leave
sprajned. sWill you put me in
> easket?' he moaned, as she beg
a operations.
y y Yes. DEAR replied Mrs. Spoo