St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1883-06-23
IN \ SLEEPING CAR.
GStanley Huntley.

cti Al thC IaiAiiN liaAciI!iS IttS, Sly
my dear, where is my night shirt:
Don't you know what you did with
my nocturnal garment when you
packed this measly Srip-sack?"
's1sn't it there?" s;il Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, holding the curtains to.
sether with one hand, while she
tried to do up her back Lair with
the other.
81 suppose it is" growled Mr..
Spoopendyke, tumblins the things
ali over the lower berth. at must
be there, it isn't here! Did you
bring any sleeping raiment for me,
or have | got to roost on the edge
of this berth with my head under
my arm like Il dodgasted cooling
dove all night? Any mate to this.."
and Mr.. Spoopendyke unloaded a
short-sleeved garment with frills
around the watch pockets. II sup
pose this had to come. even il I
staid at homel Couldn't you have
rented THIS out and brought ME
something TO sleep in?" and MIR.
Spoopendyke tired che obnoxious
article into the upper berth and
continued his explorations.
"i'm sure l put night shirt in
for you," murmured Mrs. Spoopen-
dyhe, clenchlng her hair in her
teeth and making a dive for the
salise. 1T must be in there some
where"
Glow many of these does it take
to make pair?" demanded Mr..
Spoopendyke, drawing out four or
five stockings of various celors and
designs. Maybe that's it" and he
grabbed another mystery and ex-
aminod 1t intentlv. "Dld I have
any night shirts OF wire: Got tired
OF starching the measly things, and
now you put i'll springs to hold
them out, don't you?"'
LET it alonel That's minew
Mrs. Spoopendyke. "1ll
fnd your night SHIRT for you if
you'll let things bel" and she fun
blel around in the bag in fruit
less search for the missing garment
Don't hurry ne, dear, and I'll find
it If YOU give me time"
Il s'pose you want to give your
notes for it, don't YEP" squealed Nh.
tipping the satchel
upside down and rummagins about |
the lares aud penates bis
wife had spent a whole day in pack
ing. "Want thirty. sixty and nine
ty days, and couple Of extensions,
on that night shirt, don't We? Get
ne pen, ink and paperl' he roared.
seating himself on the side of the
berth and glarins at his wife. "De-
selop the measiy stationery and let
NE conclude this dodgasted mer-
.antile transaction. Thirty days
alter date | promise TO pay to one
Spoopendyke pair of sleeves and
, eolIarl Sixty days after date
promise to pay the same Spoopen-
iyke one back and stomach Nine
y days after date promise to pay
he Identical SpoopenGyke one
GOOD and lawful undivided night
Ilirt tail OF the realm Where's
our indolser? Bring into my
presence the millionaire who Sc
:ures the negotiable Instruments,
mi, foamlss ut the mouth, Mir.
'pOopeadyke went FOR the bag
gaia and turned il Inside ont.
This Is cash = he yelled. "Iet lae
ny cash night shirt, before the rest
4 tie passengers begin to think IL ,
oda fountaiu las burst Iii this
leelin : section! :"
Il don't know" sighed Mrs.
'poopendyke. !
"Ob, ye DON'T howled Mr.. {
.poopen,i.yke. "Ye don't know {
we coald only put slee YES and a
ntton-hole into what you don't {
now, 1t would make night shirts ,
}r the teemii9 nlilrions Of this
leasly vale Of tears. Whered ye
Mt 1t? What WAS the geosral Ii cal {
,cation OF that night shirt, III its
slation to that bag. when yc let 80 :
the dodgasted thing r Il
As near rs l can remember, it |
as on the top, rumina.eI Mrs.
poopeudyke, try ing to recollect ii
he might not haze left it on the !.
ed III tue hurry of getting away. !
| m pretty suse put it On the top { 4
the sttcliel," i
Illsn let me erapple the top
lied By the late la,nentcd night
MI snorted Mr. Spoopenayk
flees sistiA, ny ianal lisllP /