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Mr.. AND MRS. SPOOPENDYKE
HUNT FOE A NOCTURNAL GARMHHT
iN A SLEEPER.

MR.. AND MRS. SP00PENDYKE
HUNT FOE A NOCTURNAL GARMENT
III A SLEEPER.
The Trouble to Which Mrs. Spoopendyke Is
is Put by Her Lord and misunderstanding
the Missing Garment.
"My DEAR" said Nh. 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?'
"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.
II suppose it is" growled Mr..
spoopendyke, tumbling the things all
over the lower berth. 1T must be
there, it isn't here! Did you bring
any sleeping raimcnt for Inc, or have
I got to roost on the edge of this berth
with my head under my arm, like a
cooling dove, all night?"
I'm sure ] put a nigtt-shirt in Gol
you," murmured Mrs. Spo ,ptndyke.
clenching her hair in her teeth and
making a dive for the valise. at must
be in there somewhere
GLOW many of these does it take to
make a pair" demanded Mr.. Sroop-
endyke, drawing out four or five
stockings If different colorS and de-
signs. maybe that's it," and he
grabbed another mystery AMI examined
it intently. "Did 1 have any night
shirts made of wire? Got tired of
starching the til ngs, and now you put
in springs to hold it out, don't you?"
"Let it alone! That's m:ne!"
squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke. "Ilfnl
your night-shirt for you, if you'll let
things be and she fumbled around
in the bag in frui less search for the
missing gGrment. "Dcn't hurry me,
dear, and Ill find it, if you'll give me
time"
al s'pose you want to give your
notes for it, don't ye?" squelIed Mr..
Spoopendyke, tipping the satchcl up
side down and rummaging around
among the wares and renates his wife
had spent the day il packing. "Want
thirty, sixty and ninety days and cor-
pie of extensions IN that night-shirt,
don't ye?" and, foalning ut the mouth,
. Mr.. S%poopendyke went for the bag
again and turned it insi !e out. "Get
me my night :h;rt," he yelled. abe
fore the rest of these as sengers begin
to think a soda fountain has burst in
this sleeping section !"
II don't know-"sighed Mrs. Spoop-
enlyke.
ooh, ye don't" howled Mr.. Spcop-
andyke. eye don't know If we
could only put sleeves and a hutton-
hole into what you d; ntknow it would
make night-shirts for the tteming mil
lions of this vac of tears! e dye
put it? What was the geographical
location of that night-shirt in its rela-
ton to that bag when ye let 60 of the
~dodgasted thing"
"As near as I al remember it was
on the top rumlnated Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, trying to recollect if she might
not have left it on the bed in the hurry
of getting away. "I'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 grinntd at his
wife till his wisdom teeth stuck out
like steep.es. "Now taxi this toll
worn hand and lay it gently on that
night-shirt! Is this itY" and Mr..
S%pocpenlyke grabbed a cor:et waist
and dangled it before his wife's eyes.
"Where's the rest of it? Here's the
button hole and Il place for the sleeves!
Where's tie part that does the most
good? Maybe you put that on the
b ttomp'
THAT isn't yours" exclaimed Mr..
SroHp;ndy!;c, Switching it out of his
hand. "lf 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
impeachment in your speech and a wart
on your nose to be an academy Of
sci noes Got an idea YOU can sew a
few thoughts en- the bottom 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 jrs5 for this once? l
don't believe you tan get your arms in
the sleeves, but ] could tie them around
your ne X, and + e skirts would keep
you warm enough until morning"
"That's the itea." yelled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, hopping out of his night-dress,
and lourisll.ng 1t like a banner. Il
knew you would hit it before You
wound up! With all that brilliancy,
YOU only want to travel backward. and
have two nuclcuses to be a jerks
comet. Where's my ni9ht-shilt:"
"IIere it is, dear" smiled Mrs.
Sp"opendykp, who lial unearthtd it
from under his nvercoat. IL put it
Tut for you, and when YOU came you
threw your overccat on top Of it,
"Why didn't YOU say 50 at iirst!'
growled Mr.. Spoopendyke, crawling
into the garment and hust ing intot the
back part of the berth before his wife
could g t th"ra. "What dye want to
disturb the whole car for, and keep me
awake an hour long r than necessary?
Another time YOU pack up to 60 travel
ing you Put things where you can find
'em, or herra ter you will do most of
your travelling between the front door
and the back windows to s e if | am
coming home! ~ and Mr.. ~Spoopendykc
growled himself to 81 ep.
81 don't care" murmured Mrs.
Spoop ndyke, putting her shoes care
fully under the pillow 50 they
wouldn't stick out under the curtain
anil show the other women in tle car
what size Sic wore, 81 don't care. He
might have asked for his library, or a
>tal-la lIer. and tn n | woultl have
been in tr, ujl'. | t ink l was fortu-
nate that it Was only his night-s'lirt !"
and with this conso:ing retle .tion the
coed woman crawlel ito bed and lay
awake half til night to Cnl out ifaHy
one in h.r vicinity vas in the habit of
snoring.-D. G:e'S1TGo leFs' Maga2tne'
Thought Him nm Official.
"Hcll On; where arr you rushing"
askel u man Of q neatly dressed fellow
who almost ran along the sidewalk.
"What did you say" demanded the
hurried man, stopping.