Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1883-06-09


rammiug his arm up to his ear in tho fam
lily travelling bag, SAY, my dear, where
is my night-shirt. Don't you know what
you did with my Nocturnal garment when
you packed this meaSly gripsack?'
'Isn't is there2" asked Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, holding the curtains together with
one hand while she tried to 10 up her
back hair with the other.
p Il suppose II is, " growled Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, tumbling the things ali over the
lower berth. at must be there, it isn't
here. Did you bring any sleeping raiment
for me or have | got to roost on the edge
Of this berth with my head under my arm,
like cooling dove, all night? What's
this thing, anyhow? Any mate to this?"
and Mr.. Spoopen dyko unloaded short
Slowed garment with frills around the
watch pockets. ~ suppose this had to
come even if stayed home! couldn't you
have rented this out and brought NE some
thing to sleep in?" and Mr.. Spoopendyke
dred the obnoxious article into the upper
berth and continued his explorations.
"I'm sure l put night-shirt in for
you" murmured Mrs. SpoopendFke,
clenehing her hair in her teeth and max
Ing dive for the yalise. at must be in
there somewhere"
GLOW many of these does it take TO make
pair?" demandc, Mr.. Spoopcndyke,
drawing ont four or five stockings OF diff
fercnt eolors aud designs. Maybe that's
It." and he grabbed another mystery and
examined il intenuy. Odd have any
ri.ht-shirts made OF wirc?" Got tired
at starching the measly things, and now
you put in springs 20 hold it out, dOa't
you:'
Let it alone! That's minc!" squealed
Mrs. Spoopendyke. IN find your night
shirt for you, if you'll let things be?"
and she fumbled around in the bag in
fruit!cSs search for the missing garment.
Don't hurry, dear, and I'll find it, If
you'll give me time"
81 s'pose you want to give your notes
for it," don't ye?" squealed Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, tipping the sa;ehel upside down
aud rummaging around among the iares
and penates his wife had spent day in
packing. want thirty, sixty, ninety
dsys and a couple of extensions on that
night-shirt, don't We? Get me pen, ink
and papcr!' he roared, seating himself
oil the side of the berth and glaring at his
wife develop the measly stationery
and let us conclude this mercantile trans
action. Thirty days after date l promise
to pay to one SpoOpendykea pair of sleeves
and collar! Sky days after date promise
to pay the same SpoopenGykc one back
and one stomach! Ninety days after date
promise to pay the Identical SpOopen-
dyke one good and lawful undivided
night-shirt tail of the realms Who's your
indorser? Bring into my presence the
millionaire who secures the negotiable
Instruments - aud. iUaming at the mouth,
Mr.. Spoopcndyke went for the bag again
aud turned it inside ont. ''This is caShn'
nc yelled. Get me my cash n;ght-shirt
before the rest o.. the passengers begin 10
think soda fountain has burst i'll this
sleeping section -
81 DONE know" sighed Mrs. Spoop-
endyke.
ooh. We DON'T" lowlcd Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. "Ye don't know If We could
only put sleeves and a buttonhole into
what you don't know, it would make
night shirts Tor the tecming millions of
this measly vale OF tears"
essay, dear" pleaded Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. "Say, dear, couidn'tyou wear one
of mine just for this oncc?"
Certainly" yelled Mr.. Spoopendykc.
al was constructed short in the arms and
thin in the neck Cor thar express purpose.
Give me that blue euamelod one with
flounces on the chest, and hem-stitched
arm-holes aud the bow OH the back. l
think, my dear" re continued, with un-
natural gravity, as he stepped into the
garment as though it were pair of trou-
sers, 81 think, my dear, it is going to be
little short in the legs"
s'Those are the Sleeves" moaned Mrs.
Spoopcndyke. 81 don't believe you can
get your arms in them, but l could tie
thom around your neck and the skirts
would keep you warm enough until
morning"
"That's the ideal" yelled Mr.. SpoOpen-
dyke, hopping out of the night dress, and
flourishing it like barner. 81 knew
YOU would hit it before you wound up,
With all that briliancy you only wan: to
travel backward and have two nucleuses
to be jerks comet! Where's my night
snirt?"
''Here it is, dear" smiled Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, who had unearthed it from under
his oyercoat. 81 put it out for you, and
when you came you threw your overcoat
on top of it."
"Why didn't you say so at frst?"
grOwled Mr.. Spoopendyke, crawling into
the garment and hustling into the back
part OF the berth before his wife could got
there. "What dye want to disturb the
whole car for and keep me awake an hour
longer than necessary? Another time
you pack up to go travelling, you put
things where you can find EN-, or here
after you will do most OF your travelling
between the front door and back windows
to see if l am coming home!" and Mr..
Spoopendyke growled himself to sleep.
II don't care" murmUred Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, putting her shoes carefully under
the curtain so they wouldn't slick mt and