Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-06-07
Mr.. ana Mrs. SpoOpendy Ike.

WQ6Tb IS my DlEht-sbiti. Ion you
know what you did with my nocturnal
garment when you packed this grip
sack2'
'Tsn't it there?" asked Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, holding the curtains together
with one hand, while she tried to do
up her back hair with the other.
81 suppose it is" growled Mr..
Spoopendyke, tunbling the things all
over the lower berth. ut must be
there, it isn't herel Did you bring
any sleeping rainaent for me, or have
| got to roost on the edge OF this berth
with my head under my arm, like a
cooling dove, all night?'
"Im sure put a night shirt in for
you" murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke,
cenching her hair in her teeth and
making dive for the valise. III
must be in there somewhere"
Chow many of these does it take to
make pair?" demanded Mr.. Spoop
endyke, drawing out four Oh FIVE stock
ings OF different colors and designs,
" Maybe that's it." and be grabbed
another mystery and examined it in
tently. ibid / have any nightshirts
made of wire Got tired OF stsrching
the things, and now yen put in springs
to hold it out, don't your
"Let it alone That's mine "
squealed Mrs. Spoopendyke. "Pll find
your niehtshirt for you, if you'll let
things he = and she fumbled around in
the bag in fruitless search for the miss
ing garment. "Don't hurry me, dear,
and I'll find it, if you'll give me time"
sc | s'pose you want to give your notes
for it, don't ye?' squealed Mr. Spoo-
pendyke, tipping the sstchel upside
down and rummaging around among
the lares and penates his wife had
spent the day in packing. Want
thirty, sixty and ninety days and a
couple of extensions on that night
shirt, don't ye? Get me pen, ink and
paper" he roared, seating himself on
the side of the berth and glazing at his
wife. develop the stationery and let
us conclude this mercantile transac
ton. Thirty days after date | prom
ise to pay to one Spoopendyke pair
of sleeves and collar Sixty days af-
ter date l promise to pay the same
Spoopendyke one back and one stom-
ach. Ninety days after date promise
to pay to the identical Spoopendyke one
good and lawful undivided night-shirt
tail Of the realm WHO'S your in
dorser? Bring into my presence the
millionaire, who secures these nego-
table instruments - and, foaming at
the mouth, Mr.. Spoopendyke went for
the bag again and turned it inside out.
"This is cash p he yelled. SECT me
my cash nightshirt before the rest OF
the passengers begin to think 81 soda
fountain has burst in this sleeping sec.
ton ~
al don't know" sighed Mrs. Spoop.
endyke.
ooh, We don'tl7 howled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. eye don't know five could
only put sleeves and buttoAhole into
what you don't know it would make
nightshirts for the teeming millions OF
this vale of tears Where dye put it
What was the geographical location Of
that nightshirt in its relation TO that
bag wien ye let 80 of the dodgasted
thlng?"
GAS near rs / can remember it was
on the top" ruminated Mrs. Spoonpen
dyke, trying to recollect if she nigh
not have left it on the bed in the hurry
of getting away. "I'm pretty sure
put it on the TOP of the sachel."
"Then let me grapple the top per
vaded by the late lamented night-shirt!
snorted Mr.. Spoopendyke. "Plact
within my jurisdiction the measly TOT
we long have sought and mourned be
cause we found it moi! Dazzle my Vi
sion with smoked glass glimpse of tina
radiant topl Is this il?" And MIR. Spoon
pendyke held the bag bottom upward
and grinned at his wife till his wisdom
teeth stuck out ike steeples. "Noy
take this toil-worn hand and lay itgent
ly on that night-shirt! Is this it?' ant
Mr.. Spoonpendyke grabbed corse
waist and dangled it before his wife
ewes. "Where'e the rest ofil?" Here
the button-hole and a place for tn,
sleevesl Where's the part that does th'
most good? May be you put that Of
the b0ttom!"
THAT isn't yours" exclaimed Mrs
Spoopendyke, snatching 1t out OF hl
hand, eff you hadn't upset ever.
thing here I'd have found it long age
/ think"
"There it isl" howled Mr.. Spoopen
dyke. "YeG think And when yo'
commence to think you only want al
impeachment in your speech and war
on your nose to be an Academy c
Sciences Got an idea you csn sew
few thoughts on the bottom of that bi
and make It long enough for me t
sleep in one nigh?"
"Say, DEAR" pleaded Mrs. spoopen
dyke. "Say, dear, couldn't you wea
one Of mine just for this once? don
believe you can get your arms in Ii
sleeves, but / could tie them aroun
your neck, and the skirts would kee
you warm enough until morning"
That's the ideal" yelled Mr. SpoC
pendyke, hopping out Of hia nigh;
dress, and Aourishing it ike s banne
II knew you would hit it before 20
wound upl With all that brilianc.
you only want to travel backward
and have two nucleuses to be a Jenk
comet. Where's my night-shiri2'
arr A.