Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1882-06-29
sPooPENDYKEs WATERPROOF.
The Aforesaid Article is Missing
but His Wife's Prediction Concern
ing Its Whereabouts is Not in
Vain.

my dear" said Mr.. Spoopendyke, pull
ing the shams off the bed, "where is my
my, where is my-you know what l
mean. What did you do with it
"Your shawl strap?" asked Mrs.
Spoopendyke, dropping the baby into the
crib. "Oh, know; your dumb bells. Is
that what you wantf'
HAS that shawl strap got sleeves
toitp" demanded Mrs. Spoopendyke, ran
sacking the sewing machine. Are
those bells split up the back and torn
around the collar? You know what l
want, my rubber overcoat. Where did
you put it ?" and Mr.. Spoopendyke pulled
pile Of letters out Of the pigeon hole
of his wife's desk and spilled them
aleng the floor.
"Where did you have ii iast?" muir
INJURED Mrs. Spoopendyke, with her
finger in her mouth and CONSERVATION
in her eye.
Had it onl' growled Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. "Where'd dye s'pose l had it?
Think 1 mad it for lunch? Don't you
know where the measly things gone to?
Spry aronnd now and find It'll Take
your finger out of your mouth; l don't
suppose it's in therel Get that coat be-
fore it clears up, will YEP" and Mr.
Spoohendyke shook the clock and then
peered into the mantel vases.
Il don't believe it's going to rain much
anyway" faltered Mrs. Spoopsndyke,
who couldn't remember having seen the
coat for month. when it looks like
this it's always going to sunshine" and
she followed him around the room in
hutter of apprehension.
"Of course it isw snorted Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. Things are going to do just
what you tell 'em to. If you had a lot
of tin figures in front and a streak of
mercury up your spine, you'd only need
q sheet iron case and wire handle to
be barometerl If you'll look along
your measly information about the
weather, p'raps you'll find that over
coat at the other end of iti Where's
that ceat? Going to let me stand here
and soak while the moths picnic that
coat into a shad metz Take me by the
elbow and lead me to the coatr' and
Mr.. Spoopendyke tipped the sofa over
30 that he could see under it, and then
slapped plaster bust of Minerva
against the wall, under the impression
that the coat might have cIawled into
her ear.
Its the strangest thing in the worldm
giggled Mrs. Spoopendyke, Historically,
Are you sure you wore it homer"
-If didn't how'd it get home ?" roared
Mr.. Spoopendyke, putting his hands on
bis knees and grinning in his wife's
face. "Spose it hired a hack and drove
home? oh, mol didn't wear it home.
The last l saw of it, it had its hat over
its ear and female waterproof on its
arm, piking up Fulton street as happy
as an alderman's funeral! What're We
standing there for? Got some distinct
notion that the dOd gasted coat has gone
to get shaved. haven't ye? Who'd We
give it to? Been endowing metaphys-
ical chair ia some kind of an old wo-
mans home with it, haven't ye?
Where's the coat? Develop the coat be-
fore | vitiate the insurance. and Mr.
Spoopend. ke kicked his wife's work.
basket across the room and rammed his
arm to the shoulder up the chimney.
do you remember where you wore it
last?" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, sudden
ly becoming calm aud analytical.
Il wore it on my backl" protested Mr..
Spoopendyke, who didn't remember
WHETHER he had taken it to church or to
hospital. "Maybe you're under the
impression that tied it to stick and
wheeled it along on the buttonsl On my