Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1883-06-28

HeW They Missed the Masquerade.
assy, my DEAR" said Mr.. Spoopcndyke
a. he hurried in, hot and breathless, late
t,oru his business, t'did you get me .
Ft.ncv dress for the masquerade to-night9'
aIt's all ready" replied Mrs. Spoop-
.ndyke. beaming. ssYou go as-let me
see. Igo as Spanish guitar-girl, and
s.ou 90 as-as--its either Louis Four
teeuth, or Oliver Cromwell or Sir Robert
Burus, I've forgotten which the man call
ed it." e..
81 do, do I?' said Mr.. Spoopendyke,
islaring around. 81 go as one of 'em, do
a As they are all dead, and as I will do
for an three, p'raps you got coffin.
show me the coffin. Fetch out the in
sreonvertible catafalque and help me on
nth it, Has it got sleeyes2" -
is1E isn't coffin," explained Mrs
spoopendyke. SIT is doublet and"
Gfs doublet, is it? Well, that re-
Ieves me of one of 'em. l thought from
the way you spoke, Mrs. Spoopendyke, 1t
Ess triplet. is there q trousers with
III Got shirt? 1 told you to get me a
iandit suit didn't I? Fetch out this
Gonwell businessl Show me this man
n1s. Any sword go with it?"
Mrs. Spoopendyke brought forth a
worn red-yelyet jacket, trimmed with
s.nished braid, and a pair of yellow vel
vet hee-breeches, slashed up the slide.
This she supplemented with felt hat,
snd Q pair of jack-boots armed with
spurs.
. aMaybe it is bandits suit, after all,
Bhs Suggested. ss4.rE
(Which Is the Louis Fourteenth end OF
this thingi" demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke.
aWhere does the Oliver Cromwell part
begin? Show me the Burns element on
this schedule! If I'm going to get into
this thing chronologicany j must begin
with the measly king and wind off with
the dod gasted poet; which is the king
nrta" and Mr.. Spoopendyke shot out of
bis business suit and drew ON the velvet
trousers. "Where's the rest of 'em?"
be demanded, surveying an expanse of
unclothed limb. "This whole thing is
only one leg. Where's the pair for the
other legf Give me some more trousers; :"
Ind Nr. Spoopendyke scowled about him.
"Don't the boots come up to meet
thsm'" asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, in
some trepidation. ~
Ar. Spoopendyke pulled on the boots,
but still there was an exposed space of
BesfB q foot. rr{ EErrs~s s-
dispose this bare-legged arrangement
the Burns part" grinned Mr.. Spoop-
udyke. "He was a Highlander, and
hs much Of me is Burns. Show me the
cnmHen part now. Is that hat it?" and
M. Spoopendyke put on the hat and
hreathed hard. "Where's the rest of me?
Ny head and legs are all right; bring out
ny back and stomach"
Ms Spoopendyke handed him the
aeket and he plunged into it with jerk.
"That what you wanted?" he howled.
couldn't you make more'n three epochs
otmes Didn't the man have but three
historical dates? Pull that jacket down
aeouple Of centuries, can't ye? Don't
YOU see the bottom of the dod gasted
hing is two hundred years from reaching
the waistbaud of the Burns breeches?"
md Mr.. Spoopendyde tugged at the abb
nfeviated coat and snorted with wrath.
maybe that was the way it was meant
p o. argued Mrs. Spoopendyke. I
Yon saEed off the. coat and pants,
low s'pose you saw off a rod of this hat
mo patch 'em out again! When did
cromwell wear that hat9 What kind of a
oct did be win that ONT Say, where's the
saffcld that goes with these heasly poll
seispsf Fetch out the headsmanl" and
~. Spoopendyke danced into the closet
ma ont again. "Where's the louse that
goes with the Burns part? Bring me
sone Charles 1. to hide my legs! Praise
Yanom whom all blessings fow,' for
nm vas made to mourn because his
mad was chopped OFF, shrieked Mr..
epoependyke, combining the historical
msas ne represented In one grand yell.
'sesch me three suppers for one dod
gre ed idiot that trusted his wife to
- ssuis for him!'' and Mr.. Spoopen-
s Mast his arm to the shoulder
'oush the Covenanter's hat, and split
sas coat OF the lamented Louis from tail
70 colar-hsnd. "Look out for some
ocoseh romancel" and he ripped off the
- =, ind fred them into the crate.
aefe comes another page in the annals
= erinep' md the boots went ont of the
Window, A-E ~ ST
and we-can't go-go to the-mas-
Inefade at all,n sobbed Mrs. Spoop-
07ks.z szssss z =.
Hrite an epitaph On the back of nv
aed IN 60 as q atombstone!', yawp-
~ nroependyke. 'ePut three bells
: " SIDE and torn stair-carpet at my
Md fn yoasa French fiat! Dis
pe bred girl and get up a cold
s ma fH 20 as a boarding-house!
=. you think I'm going to any meas
snasqsssaas il. bare legs like a baby,
Nd bare-backed Hla, !'