Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-10-17

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notice. If the cigar goes out frequently, the
man has whole-souled disposition, is a de viii
may-ca sort of fellow, with alivey brain and
| glib tongue. and generally fine fund of anec-
/ doteS and yarns. To hold halt Of the cigar in
the mouth and smoke indifferently is lazy
mans habit. They are generally of little force,
| and their characters are not OF the highest
| strata.
nervous man. or one under exciting influ-
| ences, .fumbes his cigar great deal. Heis a
kind Of popinjay among men. Holding the CT
| gar constantly between his teeth. chewing 1t
occasionally, and not caring whether or not it
| has been lighted at all, are characteristics Of
men with the tenacity Of bulldogs. They never
fop stands his cigar on end, and an inexperienced
smoker either points it straight ahead or almost
at right angles with his course"
Searching the scriptures.
From the Brooklyn Eagle.
''My DEAR" said Mrs. Spoopendyke, glancing
| up from the letter she was writing and pressing
the nib of the pen on her thumb-nail to see why
1t didn't work any better, ''say. my dear. do you
know where to find that text, For the unbe-
lieving husband is sanctifed In the wife?'"
In Exodus, isn't it?" replied Mr.. Spoopen-
| dyke. sit sounds like Exodus Where's the
| Bbe?"
Il was looking for it to-day" returned Mrs.
another search. Il don't think it is in Exodus,
because it sounds more like Paul. think some
one must have stolen the Bible. for haven't
seen it since we came from the country"
| That's kind of curious" soliloquised Mr.
| Spoopendyke, arousing himself to assist in the
investigation. 81 don't know who would want
to steal Bible. Don't you remember where
you put it, Think it's In here?" and Mr.. SpOOp-
endyke upset the handbook containing his wife's
new hat and then made a lunge for the fancy
coal scuttle behind the stove. you had it
last; what did you do with it?'
lit wouldn't be apt to get in there, would it?"
suggested Mrs. Spoopendyke. trying to divert
her husbands attention by rattlng the vases on
| the bureau. -:
IF it's the orthodox Bible, it's liable to pene-
| trate anywhere and everywhere" retorted Mr.
| Spoopendyke, abandoning the scuttle and max
| ing diyefor the button bag. "Strikes me that
Bible is keeping pretty quiet for the Word" he
| ruminated as he tipped the buttons out on the
floor, and darted across the room to try the
| bureau drawers. "Be in a fine fix if a minister
should happen todropin now and ask for family
worship. Have to tell him to go on his recollec-
| ton or start new theory Of his own" and Mr.
| spoopendyke pulled the shams off the bed and
| then got down on his hands and knees to look
under it, 'Ill pet hat it's where l said it
| was"
| where's that dear?" asked Mrs. spoopen-
| dyke, supnOsing he had found it.
I'm Exodus" snOrted Mr.. SpOOpendyKe WHIP
| ing the ornaments off the mantelpiece and look
| ing behind the clock. Cant you remember
what say from one moment to another? II YOU
| had any memory. with your habits Of classical
ton. you'd only need the coat of-arms of all ma
! tons and little more indifference to be first
| rate dictionary! / don't know though" con-
tinued Mr.. Spaopendyke, Illuminating on this
proposition while he tore the things out of the
wardrobe II don't know but what YOU would
have to get new binding and have your sides
| marblized. You don't suppose that Bible got
lonely and went off into the country on its own
| hook. do you?"
'rm sure I don't know" murmured Mrs.
| Spoopendyke. II can't imagine how it would
do thing like that. think it is only mislaid.
Well find it,"
well. should remark" replied Mr. spoo-
pendyke. without meaning the slightest irrever-
| ence. "There may be only one small fish or
| crust Of the bread left. but We'll find what
there is before We go to bed: Unless that Bibles
gone to get itself revised therel be no sleep IN
the Spoopendyke apartments until we lay our
hands lovingly On that dear old family Bible!
Maybe it's hid under bushel!" and he capsized
| the waste paper basket and scattered the con-
| tents over the room.
Il don't know but what it Is in Exodus"
said Mrs. SpOOpendyke, with her finger in her
| mouth. "NOw l come to think it over, I'm
sure it's In Exodus. so you needn't look for it
| any more"
II know it's in Exodus" said Mr. spoopen-
dyke, kicking his wife's work basket across
the floor and turning the contents over
going to find out which end of Exodus
it is In before 1 60 to business again!
How do you suppose any ones to know when
we were married or when the baby was born or
when we died if we don't find that Bible? Think
I'm going through life without Bible to refer
to when I'm lonely and depressed Got some
kind of notion because I'm good and pious that
religion comes natural to me. haven't ye? Well.
it don't. I've got to keep posted just as vel! as
| any one else Where's that Bible ?" demanded
Mr.. Spoopendyke. rising in wrath as the book
| seemed to evade his search. ''What's become
of the piOus injunctiOns of my youth? How'm
going to be able to tell SOlomon's wives from
the rest of his family unless have the book be-
| tore me? where's my Maccabees and my FAC
cheus? Where are the friends of my boyhood?"
and MI. SpoOpendyke Strengthened upin the mid
die of the room and glared at his wife as though
she had inflicted on him mortal injury.
They've been dead some time" replied Mrs.
Spoopendyke, who always took everything liter
| ally. anyway, you don't care about them to-
night"
'And my Abraham begat Isaac and Isaac be-
cat JACOB, ana Jacob begat Judah and his
brethren! Where are they? Suppose some fell
low asks me tomorrow who Judah's brethren
| begat, what am to say? What're We standing
there for, looking like q hole in the fence for?
Think that helps you any?"
Say. DEAR" commenced Mrs. Spoopendyke.
Don't yon remember the night you and Mr.
speck!ew0ttle got into dispute as to whether
the prodigal son was thrown into the pit. or was
| the one whose ear Peter cut off for hiding his
talents in napkin? 1 haven't seen the Bible
oiuCe Lucu.! AVta Hdu u OuC, ana Wuen you got
through you put it in your silk hat, and here it
Is now!" and Mrs. Spoopendyke held up the
missing volume. her face wreathed in smiles Of
| delight that things had not been any worse.
Found it. didn't your" growed Mr. Spoopeu-
dyke. snatehng the book out of her hands.
Another time. when Iget through with It, YOU
remember what do with it. Now, let's flnd
that measly text you were so anxious about"
! And Mr.. Spoopendyke pored through Exodus
| and then laid down the book in disgust sThere's
no such thing in the Bible," he said. II knew
| there wasn't all the time, but wanted to prove
it to YOU, "a
"Let me look, suggested Mrs. spoopendyke,
and. turning to Corinthians, vii:14. she found
and read 10 to him. Il had an idea that it was
in some of Paul's writings" she remarked as she
shut the book and put it away
That's what you always have!" roared Mr..
| Spoopendyke, enraged by his defeat. eff you
should ever run short of ideas you'd be COM
paratively smart woman! Some day am going
| to put spiggot on your dod gasted mouth and
start public school with you, unless change
my mind and conclude to open a branch college
| for the preparation OF married women for the
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