The Opelousas courier., 1883-11-24
THE sPOOPENDYKEs
Desperate Struggle with a Car Win
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"My deear." said Mrs: spoopendyke,
tanning herself vigorously and looking
anxiously around the car. My dear,
don't you think it is awful warm here z
ssopen the window, then r. suggested
Mr.. Spoopendyke, plunging deeper into
his paper and settling himself comfort
ably.
Mrs. S~poopendyke gave a few faint
tugs at it, and then relinquished the job.
aFeel better, now ~ asked Mr.. spoop-
endyke, without looking up. Does the
pure air appear to have any-hello! Why
don't you pull up the window 2"
81 can't, responded Mrs. Spoopendyke,
with another effort. "See, it's stuck.
"Press your thumb on the catch, and
| then raise the SASH said Mr.. spoopen.
dyke. "Give it a hard jerk, thatl
loosen it."
Mrs. Spoopendyke followed lnstruc,
lions, split her glove, knocked the Skin
off her knuckle, and then set down IN
high state of perturbation.
"That the best you can dor de
manded Mr.. spoopendyke. springlng te
his feet and going for the window
"Now. you watch me do this, and an
other time you'll know how"
He gave the window a wrench, but II
firmly resisted.
"Won't, eh !" he growled, hammering
| the sash with his fist and pulling again,
SCOT some kind. of a notion that this Is
| the Fourth of July, and the right season
of the year to manifest independence,
haven't yea Come up" and his finger
| slipped off the lock, leaving
| niece of the bark behind. "Oh,
| no ~ he roared. "Bite, do We? P'raps
We think some dod gasted woman, with
wax thumb, is working this hoist! Il
aint, / tell We, nor it amt any infant
with its measly hands clasped in prayer.
This is Spoopendyke who is engineering
this particular lift, and ye're going
through the top of the CARP
With this exordium Mr.. S~poopendyke
| planted his hat firmly on his head ano
tugged at the window until his face
| looked like the danger side of a switch
target.
6Never mind, my dear" pleaded Mrs
%spoopendyke, watching the proceeding
with considerable apprehension. I'll
isn't as warm as it was, and | don't carr
| about having it up"
i" It amt, eh!n howled Mr.. spoopen
dyke, bracing himself for another attack
81 s'pose you've got some kind Of al
idea that this is a sort of Tefrigeratlns
process T am going through! May b.
YOU think this process is calculated II
precipitate an early frost and ruin th,
peach cropl Let go your dod gastee
hold on the side of this measly palac
coach, and give the free air of nature
chaneep he continued, a~postrophizlnI
the window, and then settling down to
steady endeavor, he hung to the windoE
like a mashed fly.
Perhaps it Is stuck at the top" sug
gested Mrs. spoopendyke, who, like mos
women, regarded feminine advice as equa
in all respects to masculine muscle.
aNo doubt of it, squealed Mr.. SpooT
endyke, turning suddenly on her. sssome
body has been here and screwed it fast t
the roof! P'raps he's up there yet, hold
ing on t. it, but If he is, he'll think
steam jack machine is working under
meath himl Look out up there, she
coming! Brace yourself for your figh
to the spheres, for Spoopendyke has &c
d grip on now that'H last till somethin
gives Way!!n and the worthy gentlema
took hold once more and toiled, Will
his wife lodged suspender buttons an
back strap buckles.
81 think / saw it move, = she remarked
encouragingly.
Did, did ye r howled Mr.. spoopen
dyke, whose hands were numbed by hi
excrtions. Did We notice which way ]
went2 What'd re do to the measlyt thin
when YOU tried it2' he demanded, a ne1
idea occurring to him. Don't ye knos
re broke it when you were foolini
around here2 Come up, will We? Oh
linger not, but come, oh, come, come up
come up with met'' and throwing him
self into his Job with q despairing on
slaught, Mr.. spoopendyke missed hi
hold, fell over backward into his seal
where he sat looking at his distresse,
wife, the picture of bafffed energy.
aThat what We wanted2n he hisse
between his teeth. Have ye accom-
plished your dod gasted design &c
any more chores ye want done befor
they begin to measure me for a shroud?
Don't bother about it, dear pure
Mrs. spoopendyke, patting his han
tenderIy. I'D rather have it shut tina
open, for 1t isn't half SO warm as
thought it was.
4 Then Whatd ye want to make such
fuss about21 howled Mr.. S~poopendyke
still Writhing under the sting Of defeat
&c you're cool enough, What'd We hois
me up there like a hired man for2 OF
you're cool enough IF ! had your ten
perature, I'd ft myself up with q band {
music and d barroom, and hire myse
out for d summer resort,
~ don't care,'a soliloquized Mr.
spoopendyke. as B brakeman stepped u
and opened the window with q lit
jerk. MY husband may not be ver
strong, but he's willing. And the nea
time / want a window opened, I'll has
it done before we leave home, and Mr.
Spoopendyke arranged her hat and d
voted The rest Of the day to the einder ]
her husbands eye-StanIsg Huntley.
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