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"My DEAR" said Mrs. Spoopendyke
examining the baby's feet critically to
see if they were both alike, my dear, ]
see that one of the strikers, or capital
has been hurt; do you know the facts
about itY'
"How hurt? what did it say?" asked
Mr.. Spoopendyke, turning from til
glass and strapping his razor.
II don't remember exactly, but he
went down to slaughterhouse to get
something for his family and somebody
shot him in the legs"
That's the way it happened was it?''
demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke, grinning
through his lather. ''He didn't go to
his family for pair of legs and some
body shot him in the slaugbterhouse,
did he? Nor he didn't go down to his
legs for slaughterhouse, and somebody
shot him in the family! That wasn't the
way it read, was it,"
moo o, think not" replied Mrs
Spoopendyke, obviously, 'I'm sure it
was something about slaughterhouse
and legs. Do you know how it hap
pened?"
Eyes, I know how it happened"
Knocked Mr.. Spoopendyke, pegging away
at his visage with the razor, ''if hadn't
found ont away from home I'd always
been puzzled about it, though. Two gen
tlemen fought duel, and one got shot,
That's all there is In it."
II knew there'd be some trouble as
soon as read about those strikes" con-
fidently continued Mrs. Spoopendyke.
whats the strike to do with it?"
vociferated Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Think
he struck for another shot? Got notion
he st 'uck for more legs, haven't ye? 1t
would have been bad idea, that, solilo-
quized Mr.. Spoopendyke, rather i'm
pressed with the combined originality
and utility of that class of strike.
did he get shot in both legs?" queried
Mrs. Spoopendyke. It must have been
cannon ball, or else he held his legs in
front of each other"
"That's the way he did it, moaned
Mr.. Spoopendyks. ''They always do
that. When they are fighting duel
they sit down like tailor or Turk.
What dye think they fight with, forts?
Got some kind of a vague idea that they
fight with line of battle ships? Who
said anything about cannon balls? Pts
tolls, tell ye! They fought with pistols,
and one of them hit the other! Roll that
information around in your ten acre in
telligencew
Certainly" faltered Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. "But tell me, dear, why should
one man shoot another for going to the
slaughter house?"
"Holy herringl'' CALCULATED Mr..
Spoopendyke. He went there to get
shot. 1t was agreed up. The man who
shot him had reflected on his honor and
he went there to satisfy it."
"And did it satisfy his honor to shoot
him in the legs?" asked Mr.. Spoopen-
| dyke.
"That was as near as 1 could get to it.
1 tell you that when man fights duel
he wipes out an insult, when he gets
shot in the legs or the ear. 1t makes no
difference"
IT should think it would" murmured
Mrs. Spoopendyke. ut would to me.
So his honor is all right now, is it?'
"Of course it is" replied Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, wiping his face. Suppose you
can reason on the subject without any
further information from me?"
II guess SO" ruminated Mrs. Spoop-
endyke. "As understand it,
if mans honor is hurt all
| he got to do is to get shot IN the legs,
though don't see why he didn't shoot
himself, unless, it was that he couldn't
reach around"
"That's Just the reason" roared Mr..
Spoopendyke. HE shot at himself in
the looking-glass all the morning, and
couldn't make it work, so he hired a
man to do it for him. 1t took your shot
tower intellect to see into it! What you
want now is squirt in one eye and
some dod gasted friends to interfere
to be revised edition of the
measly code! If you only had somebody
to chalk off six PAGES on you and squad
of police with bench warrant, you be
a regular Bladensburg! I'm going out
to fight duel and get shot! Think you'd
understand it then? If had bullet
through both legs would you want any
more informationy"
mo, dear, sighed Mrs. Spoopendyke,
and IS her husband tossed his shaving
brush into the baby's crib and slammed
out the door. she began to think that q
man shouldn't keep his honor in his
legs if they couldn't take care of it,
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