Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-11-23
A Slight ~fndisposition.
Brooklyn Eagle.

Brooklyn Eagle.
"That's better" groaned Mr..
Spoopendyke, as his wife arranged
the cool pillows under his head
snow 1 a die looking out upon the
trees and sky;" and Mr. ~Spoopendyke
assumed a resigned expression Of WIS.,
age, and gazed out of the corner of
one eye upon a bare alianthus tree
and half a dozen telegraph wires.
sob! you won't de-" said Mrs.
Spoopendyke cheerfully. you're
only a little sick, and you'll get over
it."
"That's all you know about it,"
snarled Mr.. Spoopendyke. ITO hear
you talk one would think you only
had to be fitted up with little beds
and a bad smell to be a government
hospital. I'm down sick, I tell We,
and 1 don't want any fooling about
it."
"Well, well," cooed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, ''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.
evil you take your drops again,
dear:" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke.
ITS time for Them"
"No, 1 won't. They're nasty. l
haven't had anything but drops for a
week. From the way you administer
drops one would think you was the
trap-door of a hanging machine.
Gimme some figs"
"But there amt any figs, dear.
I'll 60 and get you some,' said Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"That's it," growled her husband.
"You only want an excuse to leave
me to die alone. Why haven't ye
got some figs? You might know I'd
want figs. Got any citron?"
"No, l haven't any citron, but /
won't be more than a minute away,
and I'll get you any fruit you want"
"Oh! yes. "You'd get it, I've no
doubt. What you want is a rail fence
around you and a gate off the hinges
to be a dod-gasted orchard. Fetch
me some Strawberries"
"Why, Strawberries are out Of
season. There amt any in the market
now"
II supposed you'd say that"
moaned Mr.. Spoopendyke. "You'ye
always got some excuse. If I 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 CAST it! gimme soap,
if ye can't think of anything else,"
led Mr.. Spoopendyke. ''Mebbe
yodalh't got any soap. At least you
wouldn't have if 1 wanted it. Got
any cherries?"
"No. They are out of season, too.
There are some grapes in the closet"
"Don't want any measly grapes.
If l can't have what / want I don't
want it. Where's those drops? Why
don't You give me my medicine
Going to let me die for want of a
little attention? Want the life insur-
ance, don't ye? Going to gimme
those drops before the next election?''
Mrs. Spoopendyke ladled out the
dose, half of which went down Mr..
Spoopendyke's gullet and half over
the front of his night-shirt.
"That's it," he howled. sSpill 'em.
They are for external application.
Put 'em anywhere. Pour 'em up the
chimney" and Mr.. Spoopendyke fired
the spoon across the room.
''Have a piece of orange to take
the taste away?'' asked Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, pleasantly.
mo, 1 WON'T objected her spouse.
"Gimme a piece of muskmelon."
81 don't believe they have musk
melons in November" sighed Mrs.
Spoopendyke.
"Of course they DON'T" reasoned
Mr.. Spoopendyke. ''They don't have
anything when I'm sick. It's a won
der they have houses. It's a miracle
that they have beds. I'm astounded
to think they have doctors and drug
stores. I've got to hurry up and die,
or they won't have any undertakers,
or collins, or graves. Gimme a piece
of orange, will We? S'pose I'm going
to lie here and chaw on the taste of
these drops for 8 month";"
"You'd like these grapes" sug-
gested his wife.
"No l wouldn't either. What do
you want me to eat 'em for? Got any
commission on those grapes? Any
body pay We 10 make me eat 'em?
One would think you only wanted an
iron arber and four small boys climb
ing over you to be a grapevine.
Where's my pill?"
"You took your pill, dear?'' replied
his patient wife.
sob, of course! A pill is out Of
season now. Can't ever have a pill
when l feel like it, and Mr.. Spoop-
endyke groaned in spirit and looked
dismal. "Now sit down and don't