St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1883-06-23
NO. 90

measlY top we long have sought,
and mourned because we found il
not. Is this it, and Mr.. Spoop-
endyl;e held the bag bottom up
wards, and grinned ut his wife till
his wisdom .eeth stuck out like
steeples. 'New, take this toll
worn hand and lay it gently on that
night shirt. Is this itg" and Mr..
Spoopendyke grabbed n corset
waist and dansled it before his
wife's eyes. where's the rest of
it? Here's the bu.ton-holes and
place for The sleeves! Where's the
part that does the most good? May
be you put that on the bottoml"
THAT isn't yours,' exclaimed
Mrs. Spoopendyke, snatching it on.
of his hand. eff you hadn't every
thing upset here, I'd have found it
long ago. 1 think"
There it Isl" howled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. You think And when
you commence to think, you only
want an iInpedinent in your speech
and a wa,t on your nose to be an
Academy of Seiencesl Got an lde,,
you can sew few thoughts on the
bottom of that bib and make it
long enough for me to sleep in one
night?"
Say. DEAR pleaded Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, Say, dear, couldn't you
wear one of mine just for this one
,night?"
Certainly" yelled Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. 81 was constructed short III
the arms and thin i'll the neck for
that express purpose! Give me
that blue. enameled one with a lot
of founees on the chest, and hem
stitched arm-holes, and a bow on
the back. 1 think, my DEAR" he
continued, with unnatural gravity,
as he stepped into the garment as
though it were pair of trousers,
"I think, my dear, it is going to be
a little short in the legs !"
"Those are the Sleeves" moaned
Mrs. Spoopendyke. Il don't be-
lieve you can get your arms in
them, but l could tie them around
your neck, and the skirts would
keep you warm enough until MORN
ing"
"That's the ideal" yelled MIR.
Spoopendyke. hopping out Of the
night dress, and hourisling it like
a banner. 81 knew you would hit
it before you wound up! With all
that brilliancy. YOU only want to
travel backwards, and hye two
nucleuses, to be a jerks comet
Where's my night shirt"
"Here it is, DEAR" smiled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, who had unearthea
t from under his coat. II put it
,ut for you, and when you came in
iou threw your coat on top of itr
"Why didn't You say so at first?"
srowled Nr. Spoopends ke, crawl
ns into the garment and hustling
nto the back part of the berth be-
ore his wife could get there.
What dye want to disturb the
whole car for, and keep me awake
N hour longer than necessary?
mother time You pack up to 60
raveling, you put things where you
AN fnd 'em, or hereafter you will
10 most of your travelling between
he front door and the back win
lows, to see If am coming home!"
nd Mr.. Speopendyke growled
limselt to sleep.
Il don't care murmurea Mrs.
'poopendsk Ike, putting her shoes
areiully under the pillow SO they
icaldn,i stick out under the cur
ain aud show the other women in
he ear what size she wore, ri don't
are. He might have asked for his
brary CT II step-laddei., and then /
,ouid have been in trouble. I
mink | was fortunate that it was
My his night Shirt and with this
onsoling reflection the good woman
rawled into bed and lay awak.
alf the night. to find ou. if any
ne in her vicinity was in the. habit
{ fsnoring.
~ II.