The Dawson journal., 1883-02-22
NIX. SPOOPENDYKE
Makes u Thorough Search For
The Ginger.
Brooklyn Eagle.

and contemplated her husband with u
pele face and look of general debili-
ty. "You will be good to baby Won't
you, dear!'
"Oh, ho!" returned Mr. spoopendyke
pounding, her tonderly on the head
with bis big hand. You're all right
Bear up against it, aud you'll be we'll
in an hour or two I've often had the
cholera morbus, but you never see me
give up ike shis. Where's the gin
gerr'
81 don't know, noaned Mrs. Spoo
pendyke. "Look ON the top shelf of
the closet. If it isn't there try the
bottom drawer Of the wardropess; or il
h}ay be in the pantry. Ow-w!' and
MIS- Spoopeudyke doubled up and
Strengthened ont with jerk
''You can't remember g, any other
T "a 81 q
C6bgtessionall Districts re1'iesented by
that ginger, can ,"growled Mr..
Spoopendyke, prowling around the
room in an aimless but energetic fash
ion. "You don't call to mind cou-
pie more roost-ing places in which that
ginger IS % bes found do you' Where
bouts on The top shelf i and Mr. Spoo,
pendyke ratified around the old bot
ties and empty pill boxes. Look
here! I've found that court-plaster I
wanted day before yesterday" and
more than gratifed with his find Mr..
Spoopendyke utterly forgot the origi-
nal object Of his search.
You'll send baby to good school,
and see that she marrIes happily,
dearF' groaned Mrs. SpOopendyke,
adopting a wOman's style of limiting
that the ginger would be acceptable.
Sand you'll bury me by mother 2"
: Certainly" replied Mr. Spopendyke,
immersed in the contemplation Of the
courtplaster. "Where's the sheet of
Aesh-cOlor that was Iere?' be deman-
ded. II don't..seem to detect the pres
ence of that particular element of ad-
hesiveness? Where's the hesh-colored
portion of this curative - and MIR.
Spoodendyke ran over the li.sle squares
again in vain search for the piece he
missed.
"Did you look in the wardrobe
lOve!' asked Mrs Spoopendyke faint.
ly.
at isn't there" growled Mr.. Spoo-
pendyke, raking over the contents Of
the drawer with his feet. "What-
Upon my word you're pretty wo-
man ] thought you said that old razor
strap Of mine was lost when we moved.
Here it is big as life and twice as dir
ty. Glad l found that strap" mum
bled Mr.. SpoOpendyke, rubbing it ten
derly and blowing off the dust. Go,
a piece of cloth ~ IVA ~ at
80, do look in the pantry" pleaded
Mrs Spoopendyke. 81 am sure it is
in the pantry"
Mr.. SpOopendyke charged on the
pantry like a column of horses. and
hustled around and bumped his head,
but didn't seem to meet with much
success.
81 don't see any," he muttered.
Don't you know where you keep
your cloth! l s'pose I might stand
aF94nd here till doomsday, while the
moths corrode and thieves do break in
to thls razor strap and steal the whole
business, without finding a piece of
cloth TO wipe it on. Haven't you got
an old skirt or souethh,g!: And Mr..
Spoopendyke drew the strap under
his arm two or three times and reoar.
aded Lit afeetiOnally.
',Oh, please find the ginger = squeal.
ed Mrs SpoOpendyke, as another spa.m
caught her Never mind your old
strap. Find the ginger!'
"Ain't | looking for it ?" retorted
Mr. Spoopendylze. Here's cork,
and the bottle can't be far off. When
find that bottle I'll have clue to the
ginger, and am going to follow it to
the bitter end. You ought to save
tnese corks anyway when 1 go fishing
What kind OF a looking bottle was il ~
ut was long and narrow" replied
Mrs. Spoopendyke, almost in despair
Il ought to find it from that descrip-
tlon' muttered Mr.. Spoopeudyke
"MOst bottles are perfectly round.
Heres the arniGa bottle upside down,
and 1 told you to keep it filed. |
might knock my elbow into the mex,
'rresbyterian General Assembly, and
4 IA have to wait all day before / could
get drop of arnica to soothe INV an
gul'h What't thisastraw hat of min.
doing in the bottle hox an.L YIN