The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-06-08
MIR. AND MRS. SP0OPENDYKE
HUNT TOR A NOCTURNAL GARMEET
IN A SLEEPER.
TIL Trouble to which Mrs. Spoopendykc Is
is Put by Her Lord and Ma~ster--Finding
the Missing Garment.

The Trouble to Which Mrs. Spoopcndykc Is
is Put by Her Lord and Master-Finding
the Missing Garment.
"My dear" said Mr.. Spoopendyke,
ramming his arm up to his ear in the
family travelling bag, "say, my dear.
where is my night-shirt? Don't you
know what you did with my noctur-
nal garment when you packed this
gripsack 2"
isn't it there?" askel Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, holding the curtains together
with one hand, while she triel to do
up her Lack hair with the other.
81 suppose it is growled Mr..
Spoopendyke, tumbling the things all
over the lower berth. ut must be
there, it isn't here! Did you bring
any sleeping raiment for me. or have
1 got to roost on the edge of this berth
with my head under my arm, like a
cooling dove, all night?"
Pm sure ] put "a nigAt-shirt in for
you," murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke,
clenching her hair in her teeth and
making a dive for the valise. at must
be in there somewhere"
"How many of these does il take to
make a pair" demanded Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, drawing out four or five
stockings of different colors and de-
signs. "Maybe that's it," and he
grabbed another mystery and examined
it intently, "Did 1 have any night
shirts made of wire? Got tired of
starching the things, and now you put
in springs to hold it out, don't your
"Let it alonel That's mine !"
squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke. "IIl find
your night-shirt for you, if you'll let
things be y and she fumbled around
in the bag in fruitless search for the
missing garment. "Don't hurry me,
dear, and I'll find it, if you'll give me
time"
Ct s'pose you want to give your
notes for it, don't YEP" squealed Mr..
Spoopendyke, tipping the satchel up
side down and rummaging around
among the wares and penates his wife
had spent the day in packing. Want
thirty, sixty and ninety days and o
pie of extensions on that night-shirt,
don't ye?" and, foaming at the mouth,
Mr.. Spoopendyke went for the bag
again and turned it inside out. "Get
me my night-shirt," he yelled, "be-
fore the rest of these passengers begin
to think a soda fountain has burst in
this sleeping section !"
al don't know" sighed Mrs. Spoop-
endyke.
"Oh, we don't howled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. Eye don't know If we
could only put sleeves and a button
hole into what you don't know it would
make night-shirts for the teeming mil
lions of this va,e of tears Where dye
put it? What was the geographical
location of that night-shirt in it's rela-
ton to that bag when We let go of the
~dodgasted thing?"
AS near as 1 can remember it was
on the top ruminated Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, trying to recollect if she might
not have left il on the bed in the hurry
of getting away. "l'm pretty sure
put it ON the top of the satchel."
"Then let me grapple the top per-
vaded by the late lamented night
shirt ~ snorted Mr.. Spoopendyke.
"Place within my jurisdiction the
measly top we long have sought and
mvurned because we found it not .
Dazzle my vision with a smoked glass
glimpse of that radiant top! Is this it :"
And Mr.. S~poopendyke held the bag
bottom upward, and grinned at his
wife till his wisdom teeth stuck out
like steep,es. snow take this toll
worn hand and lay it gently on that
night-shirtl Is this it :" and Mr..
S%poGpendyke grabbed a corset waist
and dangled it before his wife's eyes.
"Where's the rest of it? Here's the
button-hole and a place for the sleeves
Where's the part that does the most
good? Maybe you put that on the
bJttomr'
THAT isn't yours" exclaimed Mrs.
Spoopendyke, snatching it out of his
hand. "If you hadn't upset every
thing here I'd have found it long ago.
l think"
"There it is - howled Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. You think And when you
commence to think you only want an
impediment in your speech and a wart
on your nose to be an academy of
sciences ! Got an idea you can sew a
few thoughts on the lotion Of that
bib and make it long enough for me
to sleep in one night"
"Say, DEAR" pleaded Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke. "Say, dear, couldn't you wear
one of mine just for this once? l
don't believe you a get your arms in
the sleeves, but Icould tie them around
YOU neck, and tie skirts would keep
you warm enough until morning"
"That's the ideal" yelled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, hopping out of his night-dress,
and f%iourishing it like a banner. 81
knew you would hit it before you
wound up With all that brilliancy,
you only want to travel backward, and
have two nucleuses to be a jerks
comet. Where's my night-shiIt:"
Here it is, dear" smiled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, who had unearthed it
from under his overcoat. Il put it
out for you, and when you came you
thraw vOur OvarpCat on ton of il"