The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-08-09
Mr. Snoonendrke,a Nearoh.


bed and contemplated her huebapd
with pale face and look of general
debility. "You'll be good to baby,
won't you, dearp"
"Oh, hoi" returned Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, pounding her tenderly on the
head with his big hand. you're all
right. Bear up against it, and you'll be
we'll in an hour or two. I've often had
the cholera morbus, but you never see
me give up like this. Where's the
gingerT'
81 don't know" moaned Mrs. Spoop-
endypke. "Look on the top shelf Of
the closet. II it isn't there, try th.
bottom drawer Of the wardrobe or it
may be in the pantry. Ow-w ~ and
Mrs, Spoopendyke doubled up and
Strengthened out with jerk.
You can't remember any other Con-
gTessional districts represented by that
ginger, can your" growled Mr.. Spoop
endy he, prowling around the room in
an aimless but energetic fashion. "YUu
don't call to mind couple more roost-
ing-places in which that ginger is to be
found, do your Where'bouts on the
top shelfP" and Mr.. ST. oopendyke rat
tied around among the old bottles and
empty pill. boxes. "Look here l've
found that court plaster / wanted day
before yesterday |" and more than
gratified with his find Mr. Spoopendy Ike
utterly forgot the original object of his
search.
you'll send baby to a good school,
and see that she msrries happily, dearP"
groaned Mrs. Spoopendyke, adapting
woman's style of limiting that the ginger
would be acceptable. "And You'll
bury me by mother?"
"Certainly," replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, immersed in the contemplation OF
the court plaster. where's the sheet
of flesh color that was hereP" he de-
manded. 81 don't seem to detect the
presence of that particular element of
adhesiveness Where's the flesh colored
portion OF this curative ?" and Mr..
Spocpendyke RAJ over the little squares
again in vain search for the piece he
missed.
did you look iu the wardrobe,
love y asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, family.
a. 1t isn't here y growled Mr.. Sroop-
endyke, raking over the cont ents of the
drawer and turning them over with his
feet. "What -f Upon my word |
you're pretty woman l thought you
said that old razor strop OF mine was
lost when we moved. Here it is as big
as life and twice as dirty. Glad /
found that strap" mumbled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, rubbing it tenderly and blow
ing off the dust. "Got a piece Of
cloth ?"
"Oh, do look in the pantry |" plead
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke. I'm sure it's
in the pantryp
Mr.. Spoopendyke charged on the
pantry like column of horse and
hustled around and bumped his head,
but didn't seem to meet with much sue.
cess.
q "I don't see any," he muttered.
"Don't you know where you keep your
cloth2 Is'pose might stand round
here till doomsday, while moths corrode
and thieves do break into this razor
strop and steal the whole business
without finding piece of cloth to wipe
it on. Haven't ye got an old skirt or
somethingP" And Mr.. Spoopendyke
drew the strap under his arm two or
three times and regarded it affection
ately.
"Ob, please find the ginger I"
squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke, as another
spasm caught her. !" Never mind your
old strapl Find the ginger"
'Ain't looking for it 2" retorted Mr.,
Spoopendyke. "Here's o cork, and the
bottle can't be far off, When 1 find
that bottle I'll have a clew to the gin
ger, and Pm going to follow it to the
bitter end. You ought to save these
corks anyway, when go fishing. What
kiud of looking bottle was it ?"
1t was long and narrow" replied
Mrs. Spoopendyke, almost in despair.
Z" ought to find it from that descrip.
tion," muttered Mr.. Spoopendyke
"Most bottles are perfectly round
Here's the arnica bottle upside down,
and I told you to keep 1T filed.
might knock my arm into the next Pres
byterian general assembly, and I'd have
to wait all day before could get dror
of aInica to soothe my anguish | What'i
this straw hat of mine doing in the bot
tie box, anyhow? What particular NAL
ady did this hat have that suggested
such a disposition of it p and Mr.
spoopendyke smoothed out the crown
and squinted with one eye while ht
Strengthened the brim. "Thats a gooc
hat yet" and he put it on and regarded
himself in the glass. "You wanted
some ginger, didn't you? Where is it
Where'd you put itP"
Mrs. Spoopendyke srose from tn,
bed, pale but firm, and stalking across
the room seized the bottle and fiounceC
back into the bed with bump tina
showed she was mad. There is nothin,
on earth that will so express a woman
wrath as that one div@ among tn,
sheets.
"Getting better, amt YEP" snorteC
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "I told We tn,
cholera morbus didn't astlong. Where
that razor strop? What'd ye do will
that strap?'
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