The bee., 1883-08-18
MR., AND MRS. sPOOPENDYKE.
The Happy FnmiI, Recro,,, =, . s.,,eo.

The Happy Family Recrcare In a saiiboat
MY DEAR" exclaimed Mr.. Spoopen.
dyke, bouncing into his wife'S room
and interrupting that lady in the
purely feminine enjoyment Of unpacl1-
ing. MY dear, there's no use trying
To get along in the country without a
sailboat, and L have bought a nice
one. Come along, and I'll show you
how it works"
"Ain't that niceP' giggled Mrs.
Spoopendyke, who stood in mortal
terror of the water, and was afraid of
anything shaped like a boat. care you
going to sail it on the pondP'
"At first / thought I'd sail it down
cellar" growled Mr.. Spoopendyke,
"but the landlord was afraid it might
upset the milk; then | thought I'd try
the garret, but there's too much wind
up there; so believe I'll stick TO the
river. Hurry up now, and I'll show
you the biggest boat in thirteen coun-
ties"
eff it is as big as that it must have
cost a good DEAL" murmured Mrs.
Spoopendyke, somewhat reassured by
the size of the boat. "I'm very glad
you got a large boat, though, of course,
the expense"
"What dye think I've been buy
ingT demanded Mr.. Spoopendyke,
with flushed face; "got some kind
of notion that I've invested my
wealth in salt marsh, with telegraph
poles for masts, haven't We? Think
Eve been laying out money in a town
site, don't ye? Well, L haven't, and
[ haven't bsen buying rural district
with rudder to it. It's boat, tell
ye-a sailboat-and it won't come up
here to make formal call; so if you're
going to see it, you want to go where
it is. Comingg" and Mr.. Spoopendyke
pegged off with his hat pulled down
over his ears and the expression of a
veteran tar on his yisage.
Yes, DEAR" replied Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, huttering after him. -"Say,
dear, I'll stand on the shore and watch
you sail the thing"
"Iou won't do anything of the
kind" retorted Mr.. Spoopendyke. Il
bought that boat for your pleasure as
much as mine, and you're going to sail
in it. When l want you to stand on
The shore and watch anything, I'll hire
a man to drown himself. Now look
at that boat. Isn't she daisy? See
how she sets on the water"
"What are all those clotheS-lines
hanging down from that stick for?"
asked Mrs. Spoopen Iyke, surveying the
yacht critically.
"To play Copenhagen WITH roare1
Mr.. Spoopendyke, who was not at all
anxious to be examined on the tech
nical points of his new acquisition.
. Y You take hold of those ropes and 1
slap your hands, and then we kiss.
See into it now? Does the art of nav
jgation begin to appeal to your under
Now, you get in and I'll
make sail" and Mr.. Spoependyke
handed his wife into the cockpit ard
Jegan to tug away at his halliards.
why didn't you have a sail made
when the b a. was buit?' inquired
Mrs. Spoopendyke, ly way of en-
her husbands labors with
pleasant conversation.
"BecauSe the man was sick, "snarled
Mr.. Spoopendyke, glancing at the head
Of the mast to see what was wrong.
{ Come up here, will yep" he grunted,
IS he grabbed the halliards again.
9 There, confound yel L knew I'd
fet Ia yel" and he walked aft to ex-
anime the trim Of his mainsail. "How
does that set -
cit seems to be a little full in the
back breadth, commented Mrs. Spoo-
oendyke, holding on to the coaming
with both hands. "If you cut gore
hear that top stick it would be straight
r."
81 suppose So" muttered Mr.. Spoo- |
1endyke, giving another haul at his |
peak halliards. "lf put a hustle on
it, l imagine it would take the wrin-
zles out. Now, I'll get up that jib,
md mind, don't you touch anything"
Mr.. Spoopenkyke set his jib and |
pushed off. As his sail filled the boat
leeled over, to the manifest cunsterna-
ion of Mrs. Spoopendyke.
"What makes the thing tip SOP"
he asked, scrambling up to wind
ward, and grasping Mr.. Spoopendyke
ly the collar.
"Let down the center-board !" yelled |
SIr. Spoopendyke, suddenly remem-
,ering the instructions he had received
when he bought the boat. "Let go
hat center-board, quick p
81 haven't got it!' squealed Mrs.
'poopendyke. 81 haven't seen it
We must have left it ashore! Oh,
n.y." The last exclamation was ad-
Iressed to a half-hundred weight of
water stopping over the lee coaming.
"Haul away on that jib sheet p
cared Mr.. Spoopendyke, who found
le was going ashore on the other Eank
f the river. Pull her in as quick as
e can Let go of that!' he con-
inued, as he saw his wife clutching
at the peak ballard cleat.
Let go the measly thing, will We, and
laul the iib sheet p
us this it?' gasped Mrs. Spoopen-
yke, casting the throat ballard loose,
or this?' and she let 60 the peak
alliard, dropping the boom on Mr..
head and burying him
nder the mainsail. Perhaps this is
phat he means" she soliloquized, as
he hit on the jib halliard, and let it
o by the run. "Now we are sailing
etter, dear. If it hadn't been for me
re would havetipped overt"
"That's it !" yelled Mr.. Spoopendyke,
out from under the canvas.
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