Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1882-08-18
Volume XXX[X,---N). 10.
Mr.. Spoopendyke-Tls Code Fully Ex-
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"My DEAR" said Mrs Spoopendyke,
examining the baly's feet critically,
to see if they were both alike, my
dear, | see that one Of the strikers, or
capital, has been hurt; do you know
the facts about it?
How hurt what did it say . asked
Mr.. Spoopendyke, turning from the
glass and strapping his razor.
q don't remember exactly, but he
went down to slaughter house to get
something for his family and scme-
body shot him in the legs
That's the way it happened, was
it::' demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke, grim
ming through his lather. 'He didn't
60 to his family for pair Of legs and
somebody shot him in the Slaughter
house, did he? Nor he didn't 60 down
to his legs for slaug house, and
somebody shot him in the family!
That wasn't the way it read, was it?'
.No-o-o, think not replied Mrs.
Spoopendyke, obviously, Pm sure it
was something about a Slaughter
house and legs. Do you know how it
happened:'
Yes, | know how it happenedr
Knocked Mr.. Spoopendyke, pegging
away at his visage with the raz II. IF
| hadn't found out away from home I'd
always been puzzled about it, though.
Two gentlemen fought duel, and one
got shot. That's all there is in it
4 knew there'd be some trouble as
| read about those Strikes confident
ly contiued Mrs. Spoopendyke.
whats the strike to do with it p
vociferated Mr.. Svno"end>ke. Think
he struck for another shot? Got
notion he struck for more legs, haven't
We? 1t wouldn't have been bad idea,
that soliloquized Mr.. Spoopendyke,
rather impressed with the combined
originality and utility of that class of
strike.
Did he get shot in both legs?'
queried Mrs. Spoopendyke, 1T must
have been a cannon ball, or else he
held his legs in front of each other
That's the way he did it, moaned
Mr.. Spoopendyke. 'They always do
that. When they are fighting duel
they sit down like tailor or a Turk.
What dye think they fight with
forts? Got some kind vague idea
that they fight with line of battle
ships: Who said anything about can
non balls. Pistols, l tell ye! They
fought with pistols, and one of them
hit the other! Roll that information
around in your ten acre intelligence !!
Certainly faltered Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. But tell me, dear, why should
one man shoot another for going to
the slaughter house p
'Holy herring calculated Mr.. Spoo-
s.ssa yke. lie vent 81 ssette to gsst shot
1t was agreed upon. The man who
shot him had reflected on his honor
and he went there to satisfy it.
and did it satisfy his honor to shoot
him in the legs?' asked Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke.
That was as near as he could get
to it. | tell you that when man
fights duel he wipes out an insult
whether he gets shot in the legs or the
ear. 1t makes no difference
Il should think it would murmer-
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke. 1t would to
me SO his honor is all right now, is it?'
of course it is,' replied Mr.. Spoop-
enkyke,, wiping his face. Suppose
you can reason on the suject without
any further information from me-?
4 guess so, rumlnated Mrs. Spoop-
endrke. 'As understand it, if mans
honor is hurt all he's got to do is get
shot in the legs, though l don't see
why he didn't shoot himself, unless
it was that he couldn't reach around
That's just the reason!' roared Mr..
Spoopendyke. He shot at himself in
the looking, glass all the morning, and
couldn't make it work, so he hired a
man to do it for him. 1t took your
shot tower intellect to see into i'll
What you want now is squint in one
eye and some dod- -gasted friends to in
terfere to be a revised edition of the
measly code! If you only had some
body to chalk off six PAGES on you and
squad of police with a bench war;
rant, you'd be regular Bladensburg!
I'm going out to fight duel and get
shot! Think you'd better understand
it then? If | had a bullet through
both legs, would you want any more
information p
mo, DEAR" said Mrs. Spoopendyke,
and a her husband tossed his shaving
brush into the baby's crib and slam
med out the door, she began to think
that man shouldn't keep his honor
in his his legs if they couldn't take
better care of it.