The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1882-07-05


my DEAR" said NJ spoopen-
dyke, examining the 4 's Ssst. .esit-
ieally, to sec II they wers both alike,
my dear, l see that onf fpf the strik-
en-, or capital, has been 1|sst; do you
know the facts about it,"
''How hurt? what did It n.y." ak
ed Mr. Spoopendyke, turning ( ON
the glass and strapping his Tasor.
II don't remember exactly, but he
went down to the slaughterhouse to
get something for Lis family and
somebody slot hin, in the legs"
"That's Il G way 1t happened, was
it:' demanded Mr.. Spoopendyks,
grinniug through his lather. "He
didn't go to his family for a pair Of
legs and somebody shot him in the
slaughterhouse, did he: Nor lie
didn't 90 down t. LIS legs for y
slaughterhouse, and somebody shot
him In the family! That wasn't the
way 1t read, was it::''
"No-o-o, think ,.ot," snitl Mrs.
Spoopendyke, dubiou>ly. II think
it was something about = Slaughter
house aud legs. Co ym know how
1t happened?"
"Yes, I know how 1t happened" {"
Knocked Mr.. Spoopcut'yke, pegging
away at his visage with the razor.
III I hadn't found out away from
home I'd always been puzzled about
It, though. Two gentlemen fought
q duel, and one got shot. That's all
there is In It,"
II knew there'(l bc some trouble as
soon - I read about these Strikes"
confidently continued Mrs. Spoop-
endyke.
"What's the strike to do with IT,"
v0ciferated Mr.. Spoopendyke.
''rhink he struck for another shot:
Got a notion he struck ior more legs,
haven't ye: 1t would have been .
bad idea, that" soliloquized Mr..
Spoopendyke, rather impressed with
the combined originality and utility
Of that class ofstrikc.
ibid he get shot in both legs:"
0ueried Mrs. Sp0Opendyke. 1T
must have been . cannon-ball, or else
he held his legs in front Of each 9TH
er."
''That's the way he did It," moan
ed Mr.. spoopendykc. 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 q
vague idea they fight with line Of
battle-ships? Whs said anything
about cannon-balls::: Pistols, I tell
ye! They fought with pistols, aud
enc Of them hit the other! Roll that
information around in your ten-acrc
intelligence"
"Certainly." faltered Mrs. Spoop-
endykc. But, tell me, dear, why
should one man shoot another for go
ing to the slaughter-ilousc:"'
"Holly herring" calculated Mr..
Spoopendyke. "IIe went there to
get shot. It was agreed upon. The
man who shot him had reflected on
his honor and he went there to satis-
fy it,"
"And did It satisfy his honor to
shoot him in the legs:"' asked Mrs.
slnopendykc.
"'rhat was as near ~ he could get
to 1t. / tell you that when a man
fights q duel he wipes out IN insult,
whether he gets shot IN the legs or
the car. It makes no diflertlnce."
II should think it would" muir
INJURED Mrs. Spoopendykc. 1T
would to me. So his honor Is all
right now. is it,"
"Of course it is," replied Mr..
Spoopen<lykc, wiping his face. 'Sul'-
In,ee ydu can reason on the subject
without any further information
from me-"
II guess so," runlinatesl Mrs.
Spoopen'lyke. AS ! understand It,
ifa mans honor Is hurt all he's got
to do Is to get shot in the legs, thogi
I don't gee why he didn't shoot htnl-
self, unless it was That h. couldn't
reach around"
"That's just the reason," roarssl
Mr.. SpoopenIykc. HE shot at him.
self in the looking-glass all the morn
ing, and couldn't make It work, 30
he hired man to do it for him: 1t
took your shot tower intellect I" see
into 1t! What you want new is a
.uaint IN one eye and some dMl sas-
ted friends to Interfere to lDc !: IL 'is-
ed edition Of the n,easly code! lfy"u
only had somebody to chalk Off six
PAGES ON you and u squad Of police
with bench warrant, you'd le" reg
ular Bladcnshurg: I'm going out to
figSt duel and get shot! Think
you'd understand 1t them If had
a bullet through 10th legs, w'a'd you
want any more information"
mo, dear" sighed Mrs. Sp"len-
dyke, and as her husband tossed
bis shaving-brush into the l'aly's
crib and slammed out the door, she
began to think that man shouldn't
keep his honor In his legs If they