The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-08-03
NIB. AND MRS. SPOOPEN
DYKE.
The Happy Family Recreate in a
Sail-bOat,

"My dear" exclaimed Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, bouncing into his wife's
room and interrupting that lady in
the purely feminine enjoyment of
unpacking for the summer. ssMy
dear, there is 10 use trying to get
along in the country without sail
boat, and [ have bought a nice one.
Come along, and I'll show you how
it works"
Saint that NIGEL" giggled Mrs.
SpoOpeudyke, who stood in mortal
terror of the water and was afraid
of anything shaped like a boat.
"Are you gong to sail it on the
pond ?"
cat first thought I'd sail it down
cellar" growled Mr.. SpoOpendyke,
but the landlord was afraid it
might upset the milk; then I
thought I'd try the garnet, but
there's too much wind up there; 50
L believe Iii stick TO the river.
Hurry up, now, and I'll show you
the biggest boat in thirteen coun.
ties"
"If 1t is as big as that it must
have cost a good deal" murmuIel
Mrs. Spoopendyke, somewhat reas-
sured by the size of the boat. Il am
very glad you got a large boat,
though, of course, the expense"
"What dye think I've been buy
ing?" demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke,
with flushed face; got some kind
of a notion that Eve invested my
wealth in a salt marsh, with tele-
graph poles for masts, haven't ye !?
Think I've been laying out money
in a town site, don't ye? Well, l
haven't, and [ haven't been buying
rural district with q rudder to it.
It's a boat, l tell yea sail boat
and itiwon't come up here to make
formal call; SO if you're going to see
it, you want to go where it is. Com
ing?" and Mr.. Spoopendyke pegged
off with his hat pulled down over
his ears and the expression Of vet
eran tar on his visage
"Yes, dear" replied Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, duttering after him. ''Say,
dear, I'll stand on the shore and
watch you sail the thing"
"You won't do anything of the
kind" retOrted Mr.. Spoopendyke.
81 bought that boat for your pleasure
as much as mine and you're going
to sail in it. When | want you to
stand On the shore and watch any
thing, I'll hire a man to drown him
self, Now look at the boat. Isn't
she a daisy? Che how she sets on
the Water?"
what are all those clothes lines
hanging down from that stick for ?"
asked Mrs. SpOopendyke, surveying
the yacht critically.
80 play Copenhagen with, P"
roared Mr.. Spoopendyke, who was
not at all anxious to be examined on
the technical points of his new &C
QUESTION. You take hold of those
ropes, and I slap your hands. and
thep we kiss. See into it now?
Does the art Of navigation begin to
appeal to your understanding ?
Now, you get in and I'll make sail, .
and Mr.. SpOopendyke handed his
wife into the cockpit and began to
( Jug d dH du LIS udlllhIuSs
"WhY didn't you have a sail
made when the boat was built ~
inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke, by
way Of encouraging her husbands
labors with pleasant conversation.
Because the man was sick, .
snarled Mr.. Spoopendyke. 00glancing
at the head Of the mast to see what
was wrong. Come I'D here, will
YEP" he grunted, as he grabbed the
halliards again. "There, cOnfound
ye I knew I'd fetch ye :" and he
walked aft to examine the trim OF
his mainSail. " How does that
set ?"
ct seems to be a little full il the
back breadth, commented Mrs,
Spoopendyke, holding on to the
c0aming with both hands. off you
cut gore near to that top stick it
would be straighter."
81 suppose SO" muttered Mr..
Spo0pendyke, giving another haul
at bis peak halliards. eff [ put 8
hustle on it, [ imagine it would take
the wrinkles out. Now, I'll get up
that jib, and mind. don't you touch
anything"
Mr.. Spoopendyke set his jib and
| pushed off. AS his sail filed the
boat heeled over, to the manifest
CONSERVATION of Mrs. SpOopendyke
"Nhat makes the thing tip sou
she asked, scrambling up to wind
ward, and grasping Mr.. Spoopen-
| dyke, by the collar.
LET down the center-board :
yelled Mr.. Spoopendyke, suddenly
remembering the Instructions he
had received when he bought tht
boat. "Let down the center-boarC
quick"
81 haven't got itm squealed Mrs
| Spoopendyke. 81 haven't seen it
We must have left it ashore! Oh
| N.Y. The last exclamation wa;
addressed to a half-hundred weigh
Of water stopping over the lee coam
ing.
"Haul away on that jib sheet !
roared Mr.. Spoopendyke, who founC
! he was going ashore on the othe
bank of the river. Pull her in a
quick as you can! Let go of that =,