Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1883-11-02
MIR. AND Mrs. SPOOPENDYKE,
The Mild Tempered Man Has n Session
of Plant Transplantinp.

my dear said Mrs. Spoopendykc, look.
ing up from her plate and regarding her
husband earnestly. "My dear, it is getting
late in the season. and I'm afraid my plants
will be spoiled by the frost. Don't you
think it is time they were taken in ?"
"P'raps So" smiled Mr.. Spoopendyke.
IF you think s., why don't you take 'em
ups"
wont you do it, dear 2" smiled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, sweetly.
"Conc on!" replied Mr.. Spoopendykc.
dropping everything and preparing for the
| fray.
Mrs Spoopcndykc put on her bonr ct and
followed her husband into the garden.
You want to be little careful with some
of thcm," she suggested. "A good many of
them are tender plants and want to be han.
died giugerly."
"You trust me-" retorted Mr.. Spoopcn.
dyke, grabbing rose bush with both hands
and giving Ia prodigous jerk. DOG CAST
the bush !" he roared, as his hands
slipped of, leaving two-thrds Of the skin
behind.
Il didn't mean that one" squealed
Mrs. Spoopendyke. THAT one is to be
covered up with straw. Try some Of the
Others
"Thls one of 'em ?" asked Mr.. Spoopen.
dyke, and he caught hold of a tough old
geranium. Come into the house out Of the
cold" he cried, apos,rophizinc the plant.
Come forth from the tceming earth and be
blessed with light and warmth in the
garnet !" and he took death grip on the
plant half way between the root and the ton.
''Ihe question before the house is. dirt or
Spoopendyke, shall the ground absorb him,
or shall the dod gasted fruit OF much cult
walton let 20 its hold and come out of the
garden, Maud!" and with this exordium,
delivered with yell, Mr.. spcopendyke
breke the gcrani"m of short an sent it over
to the fence 10 join the rose.
'You are losing them ALL cried Mrs.
Spoopendykc, her face flushed and her soul
vexed by the fate of her plants. II wanted
to save Il al one"
Next year well plant en- the other end
ground of their own accord ~ snorted Mr.. |
Spoopcndyke, making for tuberose.
'Now, let's see what this thing is tied to II
1t isn't made fast to Chinese laundry on the
other side of the globe, We'll see what the
bottom looks like before the intense cold sets
in"
Don't pull that up!" protested Mrs. Spoo-
pendyke, in despair. Il only want TO save
the bulb Of that!'
clear what the lady saystr demanded |
Mr.. Spoopendykc, graspiug the stock, and
spreading his legs for an unparalleled ex-
ertion. 1--WE are Indifferent to the upper |
works. but the bulb has become matter of |
necessity! Put aside vain pride and
but here he put in all his strength |
and rolled half way across the garden,
crushing vines and shrubs and winding up
against fence with crash that shook every
board in it,
"Did any of the bulb get awayi" inquired
Mr.. Spooendyke, dazed by his fall Gam
70 understand that the excavation was not a
success ?" he .bawled, recovering himself
with mighty effort. LEAD me TO where
he balance OF the measly matinee is located,
Does this thing belong to the chow 2" and
ie caught hold of tomato vine. us there
| bulb annex to this thing of beauty and Joy
until get hold of it ? BE still, cad heart,
Until get started" and he wrenched the !,