Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-08-10

your cloth? / s'pose l might stand
around here till doomsday, where the
moths corrode and thieves do break
into this razor strap and steal the
whole business, without finding a
piece of cloth to wipe it on. Haven't
YOU got an old skirt or something's
And Mr.. Spoopendyke drew the strap
under his arm two Or three times and
regarded it affectionately.
ooh, please find the ginger!'
squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke, as an
other spasm caught her. "Never
mind your old strap! Find the gin
ger!"
CANT 1 looking for it?' retorted
Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Here's a cork,
and the bottle can't be far off.
When l find that bottle I'll have a
clue to the ginger, and I'm going to
follow it to the bitter end. You
ought to save these corks anyway
when 1 go fishing. What kind of a
looking bottle was it?'
cit was long and narrow" replied
Mrs. Spoopendyke, almost in despair.
II ought to find it from that de-
scription," muttered Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. "Most bottles are perfectly
round. Here's the arnica bottle up
side down, and l told you to keep it
filled. 1 might knock my elbow into
the next Presbyterian General AS
sembly, and I'd have to wait all day
before 1 could get a drop of arnica to
soothe my anguish! What's this
straw hat of mine doing in the bottle
box, anyhow? What particular mala-
dy did this hat have that suggested
such a disposition of it? and MI.
Spoopendyke smoothed out the crown
and squinted with n eye while h e
Strengthened the brim. "That's a
good hat, YETI" agd he put it on and
regarded himself in the glass. You
wanted some ginger, didn't you!
Where is it? Where'd you put it,"
Mrs. Spoopendyke arose from the
bed, pale but firm, and stalking across
the room seized the bottle and founced
back into the bed with a bump that
showed she was mad. There is moth
ing ON earth that will so express :
woman's wrath as that one dive among
the sheets.
"Getting better, amt ye?" snortet
Mr.. Spoopendyke. II told We thu
cholera morbus didn't last long
Where's that strap? What't
We do with that staap!'
Mrs. Spoopendyke eyed him, bu
made no response.
"Point out to me the present ad
dress of that strap!" howled Mr.
Spoopendyke. "Take this finger an
lay it tenderly on the home and coun
try of that strap!'' and Mr.. Spoopen
dyke whirled around like a grindston
and filled the air with bottles an
boxes, and powders and pills. ''Com
out of the jungle and face met
, yelled Mr.. Spoopendyke, apostrophiz
ing the strap which he remembers
having in his hand but a moment be
fore. ''Show me to the strap! TAX
that strap and lead it before Spooper
dyke in proper ~person!' and the Ell
ragged gentleman thrust his foe
through the crown of his hat an
drew the wreck up to his hip.
"What's that sticking out of you
breast pocket?' asked Mrs. Spooper
dyke, scraping off external apple:
u tons of an assortment of drugs.
"Umph!" grunted Mr.. Spooper
dyke, drawing out the strap. ''Foun
it, didn't We? Another time you Ii
things alone, will We? Made me spo
Il my straw hat with your nonsense
Il Another time ysu want anything, yo
i just stand back and let me search
> Y underestimate"
eyes, DEAR" murmured MIR
y Spoopendyke, and as her husbar
+ left the room she took a consolir
swig at the ginger bottle and refecte
that he hadn't enjoyed the attack
cholera morbus much more than 81
had.