The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1882-07-25

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the good woman topped over in the bed
and contemplated her husband with a
pale face and look OF general debility.
"You viii be good to baby, won't you,
dear p $500 ed aaiii g is31 s7s
"Oh, hb!' returned Mr.. Spoopendyke,
pounding her tenderly on the head with
his big hani you're all right. Bear
up against it, and you will be we'll in an
hour OF two. I've often had the cholera
morbus, but'you never see me give up
like this Where's the gingerp 2 Gf1
II don't know" moaned Mrs. Spoop.
endyke. ssEook on the top shelf OF the
closet II it isn't there, try thesbottou
drawer Of the wardrobe, or it may be in
the pantry. Ow.w!" and Mrs. Spoop
endyke doubled up AMI Strengthened oul
with a jerk at2'is E'af ss.9ssi.. y artisa
"You can't remember any other Con.
gressional Districts represented by tha
ginger, can your growled Mr.. Spoop.
endyke, prowling aroon1the room in az
aimless, hut energetic, fashion. "Y.n
don't call to1mind afcoaple moralroost
ing places iniwaich that ginger isto b.
found, do ayou9 Where bouts on tht
top shelfp" aud Mr. Spoopendyke rat.
tied around among the old bottles and
empty fpill-boxes eLook here!iqI'vt
found that cnurt-pIaster wanted day
before yesterdayl and, more than graf.
ifed with his find. Mr. sSpoo 5endyke ut
terly forgot the original object of bis
search. fC19 itfa .saa .s.si -
You'll send baby to good school
and see that she msrries happily, dear2'
groaned Mrs Spoopendyke. adapting q
woman's style of limiting that the gin.
ger would be acceptable. yias';
"Certainlv," replied Mr. Spoopendvke,
immersed IN the contemplation OF the
court plaster. "Where's the sheet ot
fiesh.coior that was hereP" he demand
ed "I don't seem to detect the pres-
ence of that particular element of ad-
hesiveness! Where's the A:sh-colored
portion of this curative7'' and Mr..
Spoopendyke ran over the little squares
again in a vain search for the piece be
missed
Did you look in the wardrobe, love p
asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, family ssar
SIT isn't here" growled Mr.. Spoop.
endyke, raking out the contents of the
drawer, turning them over with his foot.
.what-2 Upon my word! you're a
pretty woman! Ithought 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 tstrop,"
Mr. SpoopendYke, rubbing it
tenderlv and blowing off the dust. "Got
a piece Of cloth :" = p
"Oh. do look in the nantry r. pleaded
Mrs Spoopendyke, "I'm sure it's in the
pantry!"
Mr. Spoopendvke charged on the PAN
.ry like columa Of horse, and hustled
around aud bumped his head, but didn't
seem to meet, with much success.
81 don't see any," be mu.tered. "Don't
you know where you keep your cloth {,
s'pose might stand around here till
looms lay while the moths corrode and
thieves do break into this razor strop
and steal the whole business without
inding piece of cloth to wipe it on.-
Haven't you got an old skirt or some.
hing ?" and Mr.. ,Spoopendyke drew the
,trop under his arm two or three times
md regarded it atfectionately.
"Ob, please ind the gingeri" squealed
Mrs. Spoopendyke, as another spasm
caught her. ""Neyer mind your old
'trop! Find the ginger!
saint looking for it 2" retorted Mr.
Spoopendy ke "Here's cork, and the
bottle can't be far off. Wher find that
bottle, I'll have clew to the ginger, and
I'm going to follow it to the hitter end.
You ought to save these corks anyway
when go fishing. What kind of
cooking bottle was it 2" -
sit. was long and narrow" replied
Mrs. Spoopendyke, almost in despair.
Ioueht to find it from that descrip
ion," muttered Mr.. Spoopendyke -
Most bottles are perfectly round
Here's the arnica bottle upside down..
and Ltold you to keep it, filled l might
Knock my elbow into the next Presbyte-
Ran General Assembly, and I'd have to
wait all day before I could get drop Of.
arnica to soothe my anguish! What's
ibis straw hat of mine doing in the bot
tle.b box, anyhow What particular mall
ady did this hat have that suggested such
\ disposition Of ii ?" and Mr.. Spoopen-
iyke smoolhed out the crown and squin.
ed with one eye while he straightehed
he brim. "That's good hat yet" and
ne put it on and regarded himself. in the
glass. You wanted some ginger, didn't
your Where is it? Where'd you put
t ?"
Mrs. Spoopendyke arose from the
bed, pale but firm, and, stalking across
room, seized the bottle and -fiounced
back into the bed with bump that
showed she was mad THERE'S nothing
On earth that will so express woman's
wrath as that one dive among the sheets
"Getti6g better. amt ye2" snorted
Mr. .Spoopendvke. II told We the chol-
era morbus didn't last long. Where's
that razor strop2 What'd ye do with
that stropp''
Mrs. Spoopendyke eyed him, but made
no response. -
"Point out to me the present address
Of that strop," howled Mr. Spoopen.
dyke. "Take this finger and lay 1t tea-
derly on the home and country Of that
dod gasted strop!' and Mr. Spoopen
dyke whirled around like grindstone,
and filed the air with bottles and boxes,
and powders and pills. "Come out Of
the jungle and face met yelled Mr..
Spoopendyke, apostrophizing the strop
which he remembered having had in his
hand only moment before. 'Show
me TO the strop. Take that measly sttop
by the ear and lead it before Spoopen-
dyke improper person ~ and the enrag.
ed gentleman thrust his foot through
the crown OF his hat and drew the wreck
up to birns eeaasi
''What's that sticking out of youl
breast pocket. dear ," asked Mrs Spoop
endyke, scraping off external applioa'
tions of an assortment Of drugs.
"Umphp' grunted Mr.. Spoopendyke
drawing ott the strop. "Found 1t, dir
YEP Another time you let things alone
will yes Made me spoil my straw ha
with your dod gasted nonsense! An
other time you want anything you jus
st6 nd hack and let fna search 1. Ya nm