Mexico weekly ledger., 1884-11-27


Spoopendyke threw her hand to her
forehead. staggered back ,and caught
hold of chair. SIS
(which does like that, the uncle
or the property?' asked Mr.. spoop-
endyke, eyeing the performance with
high disfayor. ''ItI looks something
like the property at the tail end, of
the speculation, but it resembles
more accurately the uncle buying a
lower berth for Canada
81 meant it for the orphan who hat,
been despolled," murmured Mrs.
Spoopendyke, Strengthening. up and
looking rather downcast. ssIt was
intended for an attitude Of despair.
How would you do it, this way "and
she sank into the chair, covered her
face with her hands, and sobbed vio-
Iently.
"If l wanted to give the impress
sion of a tight boot and corn,
should do it just that way growled
Mr.. Spoopendyke.
''Should I throw my arms forward
listlessly and let my head fall So 2'
she inquired, suiting the gesture to
the question.
''That's more like it, assented
Mr.. Spoopendyke with grin. s'Peo-
pie who hadn't seen the play before
might think you were counting the
pieces for the wash woman, but the
orchestra would understand it,"
81 don't care," demonstrated Mrs.
spooioendyke; II know I could act
if I could get a chance. Now see me
scorr' my lover when 1 find out that
he loves me not and has been paying
his addresses to the heiress," and
she threw her head back, stretched
out one arm, and covered her face
with Il pale cast of loathing.
sThat might do" said Mr.. Spoop-
endyke slowly. sIt looks to me
like an attempt to borrow 50 so.
osicA ou. 49, other hand and make il
five. I don't know tl-~@,
tinued, ssboth arms would LOOK l1A-
bring nae me che-ild!' I guess you d
better stick to the original amount.
You'll be more apt to collect"
"Perhaps you think Pd do better
in comedy" faltered Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, her spirits dashed by adverse
criticism. "Now, we will suppose
that I am the cook who boiled the
watermelon, and you, as the master
of the house, are enraged with me.
How will this do, for the cooks at
titude Of bewilderment and peni.
|tence?" She sruck a comical atti.
tude and gazed at him aghast.
Don't! don'.!'' exclaimed Mr..
Spoopendyke, burying his face in
bis hands and pretending to be over
come with emotion. "It is beautiful,
but it reminds me so much Of moth
er's death! Please let up. can't
bear it," and Mr.. Spoopendyke sob.
bed aloud.
81 didn't intend it that way, dear,
sighed Mrs. Spoopendyke, embracing
him tenderly. "Forgive me, but
thought 1 was acting funny"
"That's all right snorted Mr.
Spoopendyke, recovering himself witt
a jelk. "You talk about acting
Look here, now; I'll just give yor
one passage, and let that be the enc
of this whole business"
,, Mr.. Spoopendyke arose, thrust on,
. hand into the breast of his coat, Sc
: his teeth tight and growled. Thel
| he rolled his eyes around and roared
l 'Aha!" Advancing one foot with tn
r stamp of an elephant, be swung hi
e arm around, and-crash! The man
D tie ornaments lay in a confused hea
8 on the floor.
"Oh, dearl" murmured Mrs
i Spoopendyke, trembling from head t
!, foot s..
: "Got enough?'' demanded MI
}, Spoopendyke, surveying the +wrec
$ with distended eyes. "Want th
rest of this scene, or will you haV
v the play withdrawn on account
r sickness in the family? Want to al
a some more. don't yer he howled, b
d gorge rising. SCOT some kind of
It notion fastenened to your head wit
d hair pins that the whole dramatic bu
mess depends on you. and that ye
r only want a wig and curtain to be
is whole theater with spectators out
It front and bar next door! Oh, s
g right on and act?' he yelled, al
J. then striking high falsetto,
q. saueaked: ''Henrico, me own He
% ,rico-ah!-pardon these tears! o
" God! How can / tell him? Conce'
ment IS useless! Henrico !-ah IL
8. own Henrico! The carriage waits
In and Mr.. Spoopendyke fell over hac
" wards on the bed and fired his Il
q up in the air. "On with the dance
lis he roared, springing to a perpend
er ular again. Bring on the ballet!" a
er spinning around like a top in the {
i'd citement of his wrath. he lost his b
ance, came down hard on the sma'
et ed china, and then went speecht
e. to his couch.
to 81 don't care" nlurmured N
ou Spoopendyke, brushing away the d
he ris SO she could safely sit on
ur floor to take off her shoes. 81 tn
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