The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-12-25

d,.o ~ noe aiiu mas oeen paying his ad-
dresses t to the Leiress,'' and She threw
ner nsl, neaa b.>ck, stretched out one arm.
loathi eg 1~A -''eo "i'n . p"''7 -N'S' u
; That might do" said Mr.. Spoopen-
, dyke. slowly. 1t looks to me like an
attempt to borrow $3.50 Stick out the
other hand and make it five. | don t
Know, though, = he continued, 'sboth
arms would look like bring me me
oh-lldp | guess you'd better stick to
the original amount You'll be more
al to collect
"Perhaps you think I'd do better in
comedy" faltered Mrs. Spoopendyke,
her spirits dashed by adverse criticism.
Now, we will suppose that am the
cook who boiled the watermelon, and
you, as the master of the house, are en-
ragged with me. How will this do for
the cook attitude Of bewilderlnent and
| peniteneepH She struck comical at
titude and gazed at him aghast
''Don't! don't!'' exclaimed Mr..
Spoopendyke, burying his face in his
hands and pretending to be overcome
with emotion. ''It is beautiful, but il
reminds me so much of mothers death!
Please let up! can't bear itr' and Mr..
/ Spoopendyke sobbed aloud.
II didn't intend it that way, dear, y
sighed Mrs. Spoopepdyke embracing
him tenderly. Forgive me, but
thought | was acting funny"
/ That's allright, y snorted Mr.. Spoop-
endyke, recovering himself with jerk.
"You talk about acting! Look here,
now; I'll just give you one passage,
and let that be the end of this whole
business.
Mr.. Spoopendyke arose, thrust one
hand into the breast of his coat, set his
teeth tight and growled. Then he rolled
| his eyes around and roared: .'Aha!n Ad
vancing one foot with the stamp of ar
elephant, he swung his arm around, and
crash! The mantle ornaments lay il
a confused heap on the floor
''Oh, dearp' murmured Mrs. Spoop
endyke. trembling from head to foot
Got enough?' demanded Mr.. Spoop
endyke, surveying the wreck with dis
tended eyes, WANT the rest of thi,
scene, or will you have the play with
drawn on account of sickness in th.
family? Want to act some more, dom
YEP" he howled, his gorge rising. ..Go
some kind of notion fastened to voul
head with hair pins that the Who'll,
dramatic business depends on you
and that you only want wis
and a curtain to be a whole thea
ter with spectators out in from
and bar next doori Oh. go righ
on and act!" he yelled, and ther
striking q high falsettto, he squeaked
Henrico, me own Henrico ah!-par
don these tears! Oh, God How can
tell hime Concealment is useless
Misunderstanding own Henrico! Tn,
carriage Waits!a and Mr.. Spoopendyk,
fell over backwards on the bed anC
:. fired his feet up in the air son will
the dancef' he roared, springing to
perpendicular again. :. Bring on thu
ballet! and spinning around like
Z top in the excitement of his wrath. b,
lost his balance, came down hard OF
the smashed china, and then wen
speechless to his couch.
don't care, murmured Mrs
Spoopendyke, brushing away the de
bris SO she could safely sit on the flooI
to take off her shoes. :. think coult
act as well as most of them, though, o
course, / couldn't play villain parts a
well as he can, and I don't think
could smash rs many things. Whel
he gives me another lesson, ] think II
take him out in the field where he can
break anything but his back.
And with this thrifty resolution, Mrs
Spoopendyke fell upon a microscopic
hole in the heel of her sock, and los
SIGHT of the stage in the interest til,
abrasion excited. Drase's TraceEer'
MdQazifse,