Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-02-04

doubt of Mr.. Halls story, and expressed utter
disbelief in the existence VI sea serpents and
| such, is said to have been rooted to the earth
! with amaZement and awe when he viewed the
| track to which he was led. He stated that in
| his Judgment the animal that could make SO
| deep an impression on the earth must have
weighed at least 81, 900 pounds
! Subsequently Mr.. Seweu Quimby and all tile
camp crew examined the tran. and SUNDAY many
people from Wesley visited the spot. The Quinn
| bys, well known in Calais as reliable and
truthful men, give about the same particulars as
| Mr.. Hunnewell has stated, and other parties
vary but little in their descriptions. The track
| at present is covered with snow, but all say that
neither the storms of this winter nor the rains
| of next spring can obliterate it. 1t must re-
main good part of next summer and all who
! are Interested enough in the great mysteries of
nature. or desire to be convinced of the exist
! ence of Mr.. Halls monster, can examine the
trail for themselves The spot is only about ten
miles from Wesley Corner.
How MIR. SpoOpendykc Opens Oysters.
From the Brooklyn Eagle.
| my DEAR quered Mr.. Spoopendyke, ''did
| you put those oysters on the cellar floor
with the round shells down. as / told YOU
| to-"
II did most of EN-" replied Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. "Some of 'em wouldn't stay that way
They turned right over"
Must have been extraordinary intelligent
| oysters" muttered Mr.. Spoodenkyke eyeing
| her with suspicion. Didn't any of EN- stand
up on end and ask for a morning paper, did
they?"
You know what I mean" iuttered Mrs
| spoopendyke. They tipped over siA Always, and
| 80 laid them on the fiat shell"
That's right" grunted Mr.. Spoopeadyke.
You want to give an oyster his own way,
bring up some Of those gifted oysters and an
| oyster knife, and we'll eat 'eln'
Mrs. Spoorendy Ike hurried away and battered
! back with the feast duly set out on a tea waiter
which she placed before Mr.. Spoopendyke with
| a flourish.
| Now said she. drawing up her sewing
| chair, and resting her elbows on her knees and
her chin on her hands, when you get all you
want, you may open me some"
MI Spoopendyke whirled the knife around
his head and brought it down with a sharp
crack. Then he clipped away at the end for a
moment. and jabbed at what ne supposed was
the opening. The knife slipped and plowed the
bark of his thumb.
| "won't come open, won't vel" he snorted
fetcliing 1t another lick, and jabbing away again.
Haven't completed your census of who's out
| mere working at We, have YEP and he brought
1t another whack. ''P'raps ye think haven't
| fully made up my mind to inquire within, don't
yer and he rammed the point of the knife at it,
Knocking the skin off his knuckle.
| nat isn't the way to open an oyster" sng-
gested Mrs. SpoopeEdyke.
lIoOh uttc. lOdfeu BIT. SDOOnOyko. turning
| fiercely on his wife. Have you got any private
understanding with this oyster? Has the Oys-
ter confded in you the particular way in which
| he wants to he Opened?'
''No-o!" stammered Mrs. Spoopendyke "Only
I thought
This is no time for thought" shouted Mr..
spo0pendyke, banging away at the edge of the
shoil. ''Ihis is the moment for battle and II
I've happened to catch this oyster during office
hours, he's going to enter into relation with the
h.,
the knife flew up his sleeve. Maybe We don't
recognize the voice of Spoopendyke. Come
out, ye dod gasted coward, before We make an
enemy of me for life!" and he beted away at
the she'll with the handle Of the knife, and spat-
! tered mud like dredging machine.
Let me get you hammer to crack him
with, recommended Mrs. SpOOpendyke, hover
ing over her husband in great perturbation.
Don't want any hammer" howled Mr.. SpOo-
pendyke, slamning around with his knife
''Spose I'm going to use brute force on a dod
gasted fish that could swallow alive if could
only get him out of his house? Open yOnr
measly premises" raved Mr.. Spoopendy Ike, sta H.
blng at the oyster vindictivey, aud slicing h Is
and enjoy the society of SpOopendyke!'' and the
worthy gentleman foamed at the mouth as ha
sunk back in his Chair and contemplated hi 8
stubborn foe with glaring eyes.
IN tell you what to dol" exclaimed Mrs.
Spoopendyke, radiant with profound idea
"Crack him in the door,"
That's the scheme!" grinned Mr. Spoopen-
dyke, with horrible contoltions of visage
'Fetch me the door. Set that door right before
me on plate. This oyster is going to stay here.
If you think this oyster is going to enjoy any
change OF climate until he strikes the tropics Of
Spoopendyke, you don't know the domestic
habits of shell fish. Loose your hold" squealed
MI Spoopendyke. returning to the charge and
fetching the bivalve pr0digiOus whack. ''Come
into the outer world, where all is gay and bean
tiful. Come out and let me introduce Won Ia
my wife," and Mr.. SpoOpendyke laid the Oyste,
on the arm OF his chair. and slugged him re-
morselessly.
. "Wait!" squealed Mrs spoopendyke, "here,s
one with his mouth open!" and she pointed eau
h0usly at gaping oyster who mad evidently
taken down the shutters to see what the row
was about.
"Don't care dod gasted nickel with hole
in ft!' protested Mr.. SpeOpendyke, thoroughly
impatient. "Here's one that's going to omen
his mouth or the resurrection will find him still
Wrastling with the ostensible head of this family.
Owl" and Mr.. Spoopendyke, having rammed the
knife into the palm of his hand, slammed the
oyster against the chimney-p where it was
shattered, and danced around the room wriy-
Cling with wrath aud agony.
Never miad the oysters, dear" cried Mrs.
SpoOpendyke, following him around and trying
to dlsengage his wounded hand from his armpit.
who's minding 'em z" rOared Mr. Spoopen-
dyke, standing on one leg and bending up doIl-
Die II tell ye that when start to inflict dis
L
either accept an invitation or send regrets, he's
going to mind me! Where's the oyster? Show
me the oyster! Arraign the oyster!''
Upon my word, you've opened him." gig
bivaIve between the tip Of her thumb and fore
finger.
Wont have himi" shifted Mr. Spoopen-
dyke, cycling the broken shell and firing his
defeated enemy into crate. .'If l can't go
into the front door ofan oyster, I'm not going
down the scuttie! That all comes of having 'em
on the fiat shell, he continued, suddenly recol-
lectang that his wife was to blame fer the whole
business. Nov you take the rest of 'em down
and lay 'em as told You to-"
Eyes, dear"
"And another time you want oysters, you sit
around in the cellar, and when they open their
mouths, you put sticks In. You hear?"
Eyes. DEAR
And Mrs. Spoopendyke took the bivalyes
back, resolving that the next time they were in
demand they would crawl out of their shells and
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