The Ottawa free trader., 1883-11-03
HANGING 4 PICTURE.

tiHNGlRG II IlOl u uD'
"Now, my dear said Mr. Spoopen-
lvke, pranc.ur into the sitting room
with every evidence Of delight and con-
tentment pictured on his face. Nov.
my dear, what do you think I've brought
you?'
.'Im sure have no idca.' nuttered
Mrs. SDooprndykc, gaHIng anXionSly
on the fiat package Mr.. Spoopendyke
carried under his arm. "lt isn't II
new silver Saiyer for the water pitcher,
is it"'
"You lit what it isn't, the very first
wnack, Mrs Spoonondyke 1t never
had any notion OF being anything OF
The sors, demonstrated Mr. Spo0pen-
dyke, with some severity. If you
can't guess any better than that,
I'll take it back to the man and get my
money"
III il was done M m box, | should
think it was tuat shawl tod YOU
about" naaarded Mrs. Spoopcndykc.
II don't think they would do Il
shawl up in bundle ike that, would
tbev?'
They might" replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, calmly brushing his whlskers.
You never can tell what those shop
keepers will do when they get started. "
"Ob. my dear, YOU don't mean to say
voa have brought me that shawl!' and
Mr.. Suo1rrodyke made 4 spring for
ucr us5ani and wound her arms
around his neck.
lie; up surglcd Mr. Spoopen-
dvsc. wrcucaing himself loose. If |
ever intended to give YOU the shawl you
have busted the project now Think
I'm "uiny 10 BRING nome an execution
,r .n tHe shape OF II mcasly shawl
aai iuu the risk Of being choked to
aca,b ioc it?"
"1'rn j. isn't ,he shawl sighed
Mrs. Spoupondykc. somewhat disap
pointed uu, >lill overcome with curios-
lily. PLEASE lcll me what it is ior |
know u is something nice, D."
'Lo,t. 2rnned Mr.. Spoopcndykc,
ruwrHnur the package and develop
inc a cabinet photograph OF himself
nicely framed in gilt. Don't that
beat all the shaw in the market? How
10 YOU Ike il"' and Mr.. Spoopcndykc
nc.u il ont ut arm length and admired
il hugely.
"I5n't perfectly splcndiir gulpcd
Nr,. SpuorcndNEe choking q little, ''lt
is the best likeness Of YOU that | have
ever seen. Did you get it for mc?'
"Of course replied Mr.. Spoopcn-
dyke, still buried in admiration of his
,.y,,,t,rr.;, ..N,, .l,,', ;n,n,ri,,n
got it tor the rats do youp Haven't
any kind of notion brought it home
to Kill bugs with. have you2 thought
you might like it, and SO | went and
had it taken. Now where can we hang
itpn
Il don't know murmurcd Mrs
SpOOpendykc, with her finger to her
lips and her mind still on the shawl.
"Why wouldn't that space between the
two windows be good placeP'
why wouldn't the top shelf of the
pantry be bettcr?' growed Mr.. Spoop-
cndyke. "If You are hunting for a
place where the light won't strike il
why not put it under the carpet, or
stick it between the mattresses? This
picture demands some refulgcnce to
' show it of, and I'm going to put it
where the most refulgeucc is calculated
10 strike it. Now, where can we pu,
itPn
Isn't that 4 good place, right over
the bedP" suggested Mrs. Spoopondyke,
who began 10 see that her husband was
aiming for the chimney piece where the
painting of her fathcr was hung fol
years. ''If you hang it over the bed,
can see it whenever | come into the
room"
just So" snarlcd Mr. Spoopcn-
dyke, running Il cord through the eyes
IN the back of the frame. "And if
hung IL on your back YOU could see il
every time you turned around to see
how your measly dress fitted. Ii was
particularly anxious for you to keep il
within your vision all the time I'd put
1t under the bed. where it would con-
front you whenever you started in on a
hunt for burglars. | don't know,
though" he continued. as brilliant
idea occurred TO him. You like that
place between the two windows best,
don't you? l don't know but what that
is n good place for picture"
BEST place in the room," giggled
Mrs. Spoopendyke. satisfied that she
had carried her point and saved the To-
cation sacred to her father IF were
going to have my picture hung in this
room, i shouldn't hear to any other
place than right there. between the two
windows" and Mrs. Spoopendyke
pursed up her lips as one who declined
to recede from her proposition under
any circumstances.
Then I'll tell you what wen do, -"
said Mr.. Spoopendyke. with gleam Of