Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1883-11-08

and had il taken. Nov where can we hang
it?"
IL don't know" murmured Mrs. Spocp-
endyke. With her finger to her lips and her
mind still on the shawl.
why wouldn't that space between the
two windows BE- a good place ?"
"Why wouldn't the top shelf of the pan
try be better ?" growled Mr.. Spoopendyke.
IF YOU are hunting for place where the
light won't strike il why not put it under
the carpet, or stick it between the mattress
es? This picture demands some refulgence
TO show it off, and I'm going to put it where
the most refulgence is calculated to strike
it. Now, where can we put it ?"
"1sn't that good place. right over the
bed p suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke, who
began to see that her husband was aiming
for the chimney piece where the painting of
her father had hung for years. "If you
hang it over the bed, | can see it whenever
| come into the room"
''Just so,'' snarled Mr.. Spoopendyke, run
ming cord through the eyes in the back of
the frame. "And if ! hung it or your back
you could see it every time you turned
around to see how your measly dress fitted.
If was particularly anxious for you to keep
it within your vision all the time Id put it
under the bed, where it would confront you
whenever you started, on hunt for bur-
glars. | don't know though" he contin-
ued, as a brilliant idea occurred to him
"l lou like that place between the two win
dows best, don't YOU? | don't know but
what that is good place for picture"
''Best place in the room,' giggled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, satisfied that she had carried
her point and saved the location sacred to
her father. If | were going to have my
picture hung in this room, shouldn't hear
to any other place than right there, between
the two Windows and Mrs. Spoopendyke
purscd up her lips as one who declined to
recede from her proposition under any cir
cumstances.
Then Ill tell you what we'll do said
Mr. Spoopendyke, with a CLEAN of specula-
ton in his eyes. We'll hang your fathers
picture up there and will be content to
take the subordinate place over the chimney
piece. That makes it pleasant all around,
and no one has a right 70 object"
Mrs. Spoopendyke saw she had been
caught in her own trap, and made no furth-
er resistance.
Where's the step ladder ?" asked Mr..
IlpbDtlICN NllttlluliN DING ult lllt
portable Tower Of Babel, and | will fresco
this wall with the finest of modern artistic
efforts
Mrs. Spoopendyke lugged the step ladder
upstairs, and Mr.. Spoopendyke, having ar
ranged his string, mounted to take down
the old gentleman's picture with a view to
the proposed removal.
'Look out YOU don't fall, dear" suggested
Il. q
her solicitude for her husband
That's all right" smiled Mr.. Spoopcn-
dyke from his perch. ..You just quit roost-
ing on that bottom round like hen, and |
will get on without any further trouble"
Mrs. Spoopendyke jumped off the ladder,
but her dress caught on the step, and down
came Mr.. Spoopendyke like bundle Of
solled clothes, rolling on the carpet and try
ing to get clear Of the ladder that had rolled
after him 50 that il was difficult to tell which
was which.
What did YOU let 20 for ?" yelled Mr..
Spoopendyke, trying to get his elbow out
Of his mouth. and still struggling with the
ladder. didn't tell ye to hold on?
IHInk | don't know how t. get off ladder
when get ready? S'pose want a ladder
turncd bottom upwards when want to get
down? Take it off," he roared, satisfying
himself TINT he was powerles>. "lf YOU
want to SEE a ladder climb up Spoopendyke,
stand me up against the wall and give me
show. Nod gaSt that ladder" and he
Tammcl h.s lcg~ between two Of the rounds
in his effort, 10 free himself, and finding
one Lex caught drove the other after ii ID
keep lt> company.
War minute, DEAR" pleaded Mrs.