Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-05-19


Rnd I've got the iathA and nails down
stairs 10 buildin with. Come Town in
the yard" and Mr.. Spoopsndyke
grabbed his new. acquisition by the
legs and started off, followed BY his
wife.
do you know how to build q
coop7" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, as
she watched her husband dig a post
hole in the corner she had reserved
for a geranium bed.
"If l don't you probably do"
snorted Mr.. Spoopendyke, kicking
away at the spade until he loosened
his leg. "Now, l put this post here
and that one there. Then the two
fences make the rest, and | only lath
up these two-dod CAST the postl'' he
concluded, as it toppled over on his
ear. Cant you hold it up2 What're
you sitting around there like a cork
in a jug for2 Hold it up, will YEP"
Mrs. Spoopendyke grasped the post
firmly with both hands, and held it at
an angle of thirty degrees.
Nov, hold it perfectly still while
| dig the other hole" and Mr.. Spoop
endyke hacked away at the ground
again and set his second post.
II see what you mean" giggled
Mrs. Spoopendyke. "You Stat il up
from one post to the other aud then
put the chickens in. My, how nice
thatll bel"
Mr.. ~Spoopendyke glared at her a
moment and then began putting UP
his laths, standing between the posts
and the fence corner and whistling as
he worked.
Nov" said he, as he finished,
what do you think of that2"
Mrs. Spoopendyke examined the
job critically.
ITS a perfect palacel' she ex-
claimed. But say, dear, how are you
going to get out2"
Yah, 6-hl' roared Mr.. Sp~oopeudyke
bounding into the air. Why didn't
We tell me? What'd ye want to let me
build myself in like a mummy for2
Amt ye got any sense at all anywheres?
Why didn't ye watch what l was
doing?" and Mr.. Spoopendyke grinned
horribly through the Stats.
II supposed you were going to build
a hole in it" faltered Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke.
80 l ami" yelled Mr.. Spoopendyke,
jamming his leg through the struc
ture. Want any more holes2" and
he kicked the side half way across the
yard. Four chickens, four holesl"
he reared and the laths few in all
directions. Want any more holes?"
and he smashed the roof with the
spade. Holes constantly on hand
1t you don't seethe hole you want ask
for i'll and he blew out the end with
terrific energy. New goods Coming
in at all timesl Second hand hole a
speciality and he banged out the
other end. Parties wanting holes
to send in the country will consult
their interests by applying here before
going elsewherel' and he ripped down
the rest Of the coop with prodigious
c%lstter. Want any more holes in
this particular coop2' he roared,
wrenching out the posts and slamming
them across the yard. Does this
hen coop begin to convey the impress
sion of having a hole in lt2" he de.
manded, stalking up to his wife.
Yes, dear" replied Mrs, Spoopen
dyke, soothingly. I'm so glad you
got out, but whore can we keep the
chickens now?"
keep 'eml" ripped Mr.. S%poopen-
dyke with a horrible grimace, and
grasping the wretched fowls by the
legs; who's going to keep emp" and
he cut the lashings. 'S'pose I'm
going to run my business just to crafty
every whim of a woman2" and he
jerked the fowls into the air.
Never mind" cooed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as the last bird slid over the
fence and disappeared. Chickens
are a nuisance, anyway. We really
didn't need any"
ell, tnen, why ulQn I you say so
before | bought emf" blurted Mr..
Spoopendyke, as he dashed into the
house.
II didn't know it." sighed Mrs.
S~poopondyke, and followed her hus
band, who stormed around the rest OF
the evening because she couldn't ind
the paper Of January IL, 1879. which
be had cautioned her to save because
there was something in it he wanted
to read, and which he had used the
next day, in conjunction with the
black breadth of her new flannel petit
csat, to clean his shotgun with.