The Weekly Kansas chief. [volume] (Troy, Kan.) 1872-1918, 1882-01-12
SEARCHING FOR THE PIN.

whats the matter with that baby II growled
Mr.. Spoopendyke, as he sat up in bed, and
rubbed his eyes. Cant you stop this fuss p
''Hush-h-h-hw eooed Mrs. SpoOpendyke, dand-
ling the infant. "Don't e ky. Dada ANTS to
seep. Babies all be dood."
Mr.. SpOopendyke eyed the proceeding Gym
ically for moment, and then the baby burst
out again.
"Dry upr shouted Mr.. Spoopendyke. "There's
nothing the matter with you. Why don't You
go to sleep, like a Christian 2"
"There! there there crOonsd Mrs. Spoop-
endyke. ''She dess too tweet for anysng. Poor
little dirl Now, go to seep, ike little dear !"
Whereat the baby howled dismally.
"Can't you give her something's demanded
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Can't you dose heri S'pOse
I'm going TO lay awake all night, for the fun OF
Here, let me take her; I'll fix her. and Mr..
| Spoopendyke grabbed his offspring, and began
| to pace the room with it.
''Be careful of her, and I'll heat some water
and try little peppermint and sugar y and
Mrs Spoopendyke raked ont battered tin-cup,
well BACKED around the bottom and sides, which
she promptly converted into boiler.
"A baby never cries unless there is pin stick
ing into her." argued Mr.. Spoopendyke, as he
held the infant across his arm, and began to un-
| do her night-dress
whats this you've got wrapped around herr
| "That's her belly-band; don't touch it ~
sguealed Mrs Spoopendyke, waving the cup a
foot from the gas jet, in her trepidation.
"Oh! see,' retorted Mr.. Spoopendyke, fish
| ing out the pins "What's that other thing
here; the 'britchingr Hold on, Cleopatraw he
continued, as the bawling young one made a
| spring; .'don't make the mistake of trying to
fool with Spoopendyke; and the fond father
| CROPPED around for the cause Of the disturbance.
| praps you'd better drive this baby with martini
| gales. And I'll tell you one thing, Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, this baby's clothes amt more'n halt
aired. No wonder she howls. Cutehee, clutch
| ee, cutchee; dod CAST the thing, Say, what do
YOU call this riiled barreled business What's
this breast-pin doing here under her chestf"
"Good gracious that's n safety-pin! Let il
alone y said Mrs. Spoopendyke.
whats the combination of this racket, any
| how Z" demanded Mr.. SpoOpeLdyke, Juggling at
| the pin. ''WhO soldered this thing ont What's
| il set for! Give me the combinationw and he
jerked it loose with results he had scarcely con-
templated for it left his baby stitchless The
startled young one shivered, and was luiet fur q
moment. ''TOld you SO, )" said Mr.. Spoopendyke,
with an air of triumph. at only needs a little
common sense TO take care of baby"
| But at this instant the infant tuned up again,
with redoubled vigor.
'Let me take her" pleaded Mrs. Spoopendyke;
''sbe'll freeze to deathT
''Let her freezer roared Mr.. Spoopendyke.
sIf this measly baby is going to have her way
about bowling, she's going to have it about
freezing. Cutchee, cutchee, cutchee! Dry up,
will you ?" and Mr.. Spoopendyke set his teeth,
and prauced around all OF which extracted the
most frightful row from the infant.
''She wants medicine, and Pve got it ready for
her." said Mrs. Spoopendyke. ''COme to mann
ma, now; what little dear. Come to mamma,
and he comforted; = and as she took the child,
the cries died away into sobs, and were buried
in shifts.
81 knew / cOud quiet her." said Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, as he watched the baby. "You don't
know anything about children, or you never
would have put that tin anchor in her clothes.
That was what allied her,"
"It wasn't, either" snapped Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. ''She's got the collie, little dear; and you
almost killed her."
anyway, she stopped her howling," retorted
Mr.. Spoopendyke; land she howled because
You wanted her TO stand in the shafts all night.
Another time, you'll know enough to pnt her in
the stall.
Mrs Spoopendyke made no response, but ls-
died in peppermint, qualified with a little warm
water and sugar. Then she carefully dressed
the baby and turned in.
..Going to put out that gasf r. demanded Mr..
Spoopendyke from under the clothes, which he
had pulled up to his eyebrows.
NO. replied Mrs. Spoopendyke, shortly.
"Then, il can burn~ howied her husband.
If ynn think I'm going to roust out, you're
mistaken
But, ten minutes later he thought of the bill,
and thinking his wife fast asleep, he got mp and
gave the screw n vindictive wrench, and tum-
bled back TO bed, unconscious of the hystereal
giggle that followed his last xploit.-BrookiyH
Edgle.