Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-12-29

dyke, bringing his stick down on the
back of the beast with vindictive
grin. There's nice little opening
for goats that's awaiting for thee"
and down came the stick once more.
"Whe-e-e-e!' squealed Mrs. Spoop-
endyke, as the goat whirled around
like turn-table, and faced all the
points of the compass at once. "He
must be looking for the place to get
out, isn't hep What do you suppose
makes him act that wayp Whe-e-e-e!"
The last yell was extracted by sud
den Strengthening up of the goat, who
tore around the yard like cat in fit.
"With that headway on, he'll be apt
to 90 through the hole in the fence if
he ever hits it" observed Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, who had joined his wife in the
middle of the circuit rather precipi-
tously. Il think | must have struck
him little harder than he meant to
have me. Now, you get behind him
again, and we'll fix him so that the
next time he sees hole in our fence
he'll get hammer and board up the
temptation. :"
= Mrs. Spoopendyke eeled along the
fence, and took her station with con-
siderable perturbation. The goat came
down on a trot, and finally stopped
and looked trifle bewildered. Mr.
Spoopendyke grasped his stick with a
firmer grip, and, iguratively speaking,
waited for his wife to deliver the ball.
"Now start him., said he.
Mrs. Spoopendyke waved her apron,
and the goat aiming straight at the
hole in the fence bore down upon it
with three hundred goat power. Mr..
Spoopendyke aimed lick at him,
missed him, and went tumultuously
through the hole as the goat struck
the fence and bounded back.
"Great Gracious!" calculated Mrs
Spoopendyke, swarming up the step
ladder and squatting at the top. care
you hurt, dear?'
Hurt ~ howled Mr.. Spoopendyke, !
peeping through the hole and contem-
plating his wife with a savage glare.
''Think I'm nail, to come through a
board fence and be clenched without
feeling itP Can't you scare that goat
away from this hole so / can come back
and commune with him once more?
Come down off that dodgasted step
ladder can't we? Got a notion that
measly goat is coming up here to be
scared? Come down and throw a brick
at him, will yep"
Il haven't got brick" murmured
Mrs. Spoopendyke, as she scuttled down
the ladder, "but I'll get a flat-iron,'
and having provided. herself with a
weapon the use of which she under
stood, she sailed forth to effect an ex-
change of situation between the goat
and her husband.
"Now 90 long ~ she exclaimed,
sternly, holding out her war material
at arms length. "Ain't you ashamed
of yourself,you nasty goat ! Ow-w-w-!
Look out, dearr'
But MIR Spoopendyke, constant to
his want of faith in his wife's sugges-
tions, incautiously looked in, and he
the vacant lot.
"Did the whole business work in ac-
cordance with the schedulep" he yelled
as he picked himself up and SHE'D the
remnant of his stick at the flying foe.
Did the whole measly goat get
through, or is there more TO followp
Don't omit stanza in this refreshing
season of worship! Let's have the
whole hymnH' and Mr.. Spoopendyke
presented himself at the opening in
the fence, with mud-streaked face and
tattered habiliments.
Come in, dear" said Mrs. Spoop-
endyke soothingly. Come in now,
He's gonc.'
II know he's gone" howled Mr..
Spoopendyke, crawling through the
hole. - saw him when he went! On,
you started him! When he saw that
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