The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1883-07-19
SpoeiscnGyke's Burglars.
Brooklyn Eagle. I

Brooklyn Eagle.l
"Say my DEAR" calculated Mr. spddpsn-
dyke, sitting bold upright in bed with
sudden jerk, Say, my dear wake up! 1
hear burglars in the house,
"Who? what, burglars ?" demanded
Mrs. Spoopendyke, as she pofed up beside
her husband. Who is in the house p
"Hushl Quiet, will We? I don't know
which burglar but hear somebody moving
around"
ooh, my what shall we do?" inquired
Mrs. Spoopendyke. Let's covef up our
heads"
why don't you get up and light the
gas % propounded Mr.. Spoopendyke in a
hoarse whisper. "Spose yot see who it Is
in the dark Strike light can't you. If
you had your way we'd both be murdered
in bed. Going to light up before we're
killed."
''rni afraid" whispered Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, sticking one foot out of bed and
hauling it in, as if she had caught a fish
with it.
Going to sit there like a church tower
and have your throat cut? interrogatcd
Mr.. Spoopendyke. 'How'm l going to
find burglar without light Find a
match and light that measly gas, quick ?"
Mrs. Spoopendyke crawled out of bed
and hunted around for shirt.
What's the matter with We? Can't You
find match. Why don't you move ?"
Kissed Mr.. Spoopendyke.
Il am, as fast as can, replied his wife,
her teeth chattering I'm looking for a
pin"
''Oh, you are moving like a railroad amt
ye? l never saw anyone fly like you do.
All you want is to be done up in white and
blue papers to be Seidlitz powder. What
do We want of pin? Going to stick ii pin
in burglar? Why don't you light the
gas?"
Mrs. Spoopendyke broke half dozen
matches and finally got light.
That's something like it," continued
Mr.. Spoopendyke. Now hand me my
pataloons."
''You wont go down where they are will
your" anxiously inquired Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, handing over the garments.
Mr.. S. vouchsafed no reply but donned
the habiliments.
Now, you open the door," said he,
"and 60 to the head of the stairs and ask
who's there while find my stick. Hurry
up, or they'll get away"
Suppose they are there. What'll do
them"
"Tell them Pm coming. Go ask EN- will
you? What's the matter with your"
Mrs. Spoopendyke opened the door
about an inch, squealed out, who's there?'
! slammed the door and popped into the
bed
''What ails ye?" demanded her hus-
band. "What do you think you are any,
how, connical shot? Get up cant you,
and look out. Where's my big stick?
what have you done with it? Sent it to
school haven't We? Go out and ask who's
there, will ye, before they come up and
slaughter us"
Once more Mrs. Spoopendyke approach
ed the door and TREMENDOUSLY demanded
what was going on. There was no res
ponse, to her incalcuable relief and went
to the head of the stair steps.
"See anybody" whispered Mr.. Spoop-
endyke looking over her shoulder.
who's there!" squealed Mrs S.
"Go right away, because my husband is
here"
ooh, you've done it," exclaimed Mr..
Spoopendyke, as he hauled her back into
the room. Now how do you suppose Pm
going to catch them? What do you want
to scare them away for? Whatd you say
anything about me for? Think this is
nominating convention2 What made you
leave the house open? Come down with
me and Pll show you how to lock up"
Down they went and careful scrutiny
demonstrated that everything was fast
Il don't believe there was anything
there, said Mrs Spoopendykc, as they re-
turned to their chamber.
lit was not YOU fault, Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. IF you'd got up when told you
and kept yolr mouth shut, we'd have got
them"
But you said for me-"
Didn't say anything of the sort"
howled Mr.. Spoopendyke; ''never men,
toned your name once. We might nave
been killed the way you went to work.
II think we'd caught them if they'd
been there, said Mrs s. taking down her
hair and proceeding to put it up again.
you'd caught 'em." sneered Mr.. S.
"All you want is some chloride of lime
and your accounts short to be in the peni-
tertiary. Another time burglar gets in
to the house you stay abed, and don't you
wake me up again. won't have any dog
gasted woman rounting me out of bed
this time of night We hear"
eyes, DEAR" and Mrs. Spoopendyke
wound her hand in the collar of her iege
lords shirt and went to sleep, secure in his