The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-21


 < ls woaA 10 h. ' he remarked. sssAer dcsetallys selecting anosher wllA similar fesnlts. The tFoahle b wlsh the hrposn. 6Mssmf yaa RoA . broom sAas knows something about lss business, og is this one of tAoee pions hsoons that veal work Sundays P and he broke up several trase tha pie.
 "hadat yoa better try the handle, dear" l" snegesled MEs. Spoopendyke.
 No. ! hadnt better ny the handle, deafW uaimicked Mr. $poopsndyke. Come out here, and let's aee vAass the occasion ot this uncalled-sos resistance I" and Nit. Spoopendyke hauled hia nla out ot the ovra and Bred t down oa the t,hle. Got an idea you're going so ha assAssinated with a broom spiint, kavunt yer Think you're q sort oi a balwark of American iiber,ies and bound to recent foreign intervention, don't yel Well, you aint you're only measy pie. aad you're eclng to have something stuck in ye, M ttakes cold chisel d a cannoa p and ME. Spoopendye stabbed at n with fo'k. and then with a chopping kniss. without producing the iaintest i'm D pression. You're up in pie. what do you s'pase is the matter with the thing r be asked, turning on his wife.
 "M I'd been your mother, 1 sAoeld have put some lard in the crust" re- turned Ms. Spoopsndyke, complacensiy. sl doat know hos you're going to get lard into crust that you cant penetrate with bsyoaes r retcsssd Mr. Spoopsn- dyke, upon whom t began to dawn that there was . hitch somewhere. "i've almost forgotten how mother dId try pies to see if they were done"
 "Dtd che ever try a club P inquired Mrs. Spoopendyke, iimidly. No, she didn't hy a club r. roared Mr, Spoopsadyke. "Come hhheY, my gentle pie 1" he howlsd, planting hts hss ln the middle of the apparatus 'Liassn sc the voice oi the saran inaulying within |" and he dropped h on ,hs aoor, sad planted hts heel on 1t. "Frons door closed for repairs entrance q, ,Ae back r and he ki,ked the whole business ,o the ceiling.
 Your mother must have been very vigorous for her age" observed Mira. Spoopendyke, calmly.
 "lt's those dod gasted Jumps of meat" snarlsd Mr. Spoopendyke, picking up Ais pie. and examining i,s knobs and bumps astentively. "i thought they'd mel, when subjected to intense heal. Any ~ay, the inside of that pie is al! right, h could only get the lid of Got apything can ge, undeE the edge and lift the root of this buslnessr Gimme that caa opener Give way, nowl Whoopl oace more Ri yahl Al together, nowl Whe.e-si There she eomes w And the crust gave way revealing chunks of beef and apple paTings, hslfcooked, and still steaming.
 "i suppose your mother put ln the spices and cider aiier the hired maa had wEenched the pie open," remarked Mrs Spoopendyke, solemnly.
 "You do, do yer sqaealsd Mir. Spoop- endyke, squatiing down aud res,iaE his hands on his knees, while he grinneA in his wi,es face. "That lump of quick silver you call your mind, has got around to where it ,ransacss the supposing busi- ness, has hf Praps you don't like the piel s'pcse you've got some iAshioa- able notion that you dont care 10 asso- cia.s with this piel Well, you nesda',. don't force unpleasant aequaintaacss on my wiie believe in making home . dod gasted paradise, l doS Go forth. pie r and he shied !, through the win- dew, glass, sash. and all. "Thst suit you '" he yelled. "Does your measIy moral nature feel relieved by the absente of the pic you have been instrumental in casting upon the chilled charities of an unsympathetic wosldw
 " guaxs that ssts ran take rare 0f itself," svggessed Mrs. Spoopendyks, soothingly. "The next time make ose, i'll hy and have 1t just as yoar mother used to-"
 "You'ii fetch it l" rosred Mr. Spoopsn. dyke, stamping up and down the kitchsn sad slapping the Aour of his coat. You never have any trouble with things, stisS hsve shown yoa how Some dsy m pour lard in ysus sas, ss4 spice h your eye, and leave you 10 she oven to sshect on how you'd Ike 10 be cut Of from ln- tslIectual social Intsscourse, Juss because you aint haH baked ]" and MS. Spoopsp. dyke slammed the door after him, and mounied the staircase with heavy tread.
 "I don't case," murmured Mrs Spo.p- endyke, as she swept up the dsbsIs, "t don't care. II that is the wsy his mother made pis, l don't wonder h lsfs stsopg imprsssion on his mindv
 And with this charitable view of the sit. uation, Mrs. Spoopsndyks est down to the pious considsrstios Of her sins, and -h >~ sA~sA k~Ss~~ ~~AkA f.tsA s.ak@