Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1882-10-28

"Dod gast the putty! yelled Mr..
Spoopendyke, who heard his wife i'm
perfectly. What dye think this is,
a crack in the wall? Got some sort of
notion that there is draught
through here? Court plaster, l tell
you! Bring me some court plaster
before pull out the side of this house
and get some from the neighbors ?''
Just then it occurred to Mrs. Spoo-
pendyke that she had put the plaster
in the clock.
Here it is, dearr' and she shipped
off piece and handed it to him.
Mr. Spoopendyke put it on the end
of his tongue, holding his thumb
over the wound. When it was thor
oughly wetted it stuck fast to his
finger, while the carnage ran down
his chin. He jabbed away at the cut
but the plaster hung to his digit
until finally his patience was thor
oughly exhausted
What's the matter with the measly
business?" he yelled. Wher'd We
buy this plaster? Come off, dod gast
yep and as he piucked it off his fin
ger it grew to his thumb. "Stick,
will ye?' he squealed, plunging at
the cut in his chin. Leave go that
thumbw and he whirled around on
his heel and pegged at it again.
"Why don't We bring me some court
plaster?' he shriekod, turning on his
trembling wife. "Who asked we for
a leech Bring me something that
knows a thumb from a chinw and he
planted his thumb on the wound and
screwed it around vindictively. This
time the plaster let go and slipped
up to the corner of his mouth.
"Now it's all right dear" smiled
Mrs Spoopendyke, anxious to secure
peace in the family. Its all right
noww
Think it is, do ye?" raved Mr.
Spoopendyke, with "a fearful grin.
Maybe you've got the same idea
that rt-plaster has! P'raps you
think that mouth was cut with a ra.
zor! Maybe you're under the i'm
preston that this hole in my visage
was meant to succumb to the persua-
sion of bit of plaster! Come off!
Let go that MOUTH and as he gave
it wipe it stuck to the palm of his
hand as though it had been born
there.
"Let me try" suggested Mrs. Spoo
pendyke. Il know how to do it,"
"Then why didn't ye do it first ?"
howled Mr.. Spoopendyke. What
did ye want to wait until I'd lost
three gallons of gore for? Oh, you
know how to do it, You only want
a linen back and bottle of mucilage
up your side to be county hospital.
Stick! dod CAST ye." and he clapped
the wrong hand over his jaw. "rll
hold We there till ye stick, if / hold
ye till my wife learns somethingw
and Mr. Spoopendyke pranced up
and down the room with face in
dicative of stern determination.
"Let me see, DEAR" said his wife,
approaching him with smile, and
gently drawing away his hand she
deftly adjusted another piece of plas-
ter.
"That was my piece after ALL"
growled Mr.. Spoopendyke, cycling the
job and glancing at the palm of his
hand to find his piece of plaster gone
I" You always come in after the flu
neral"
II guess you'll find your piece
sticking in the other hand, dear"
said Mrs. Spoopendyke pleasantly.
"Of course you can tell" snorted
Mr.. Spoopendyke, verifying his wife's
assertion with glance. IF had
your insight and pack of cards, I'd
hire a shot tower and set up for an
astronomer and Mr.. Spoopendyke.
who evidently meant astrologer, wore
that piece OF stained court plaster on
his hand all day long, rather than ad-
NIT, by taking it off, that his wife had
ever been right in anything.