Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-03-26
made thern," smiled Mrs. spoopen.

"You won't feel badly because il
beats your>;" ssid Mr.. Spoopendyke,
kindly. .'You won't cry::n and he
chucked her under the chin, and
opened the stoye-door cautiously IS.
see how affairs were progressing.
"Ill try not to-" replied Mrs.
Spoopend,ke, casting her eyes
down. and suppressing something
that sounded like a sob.
Lets see. You stick in broom
splint, don't you, when you want to
know if the pie is dones Where's
your brooms Show me the happy
broom that is 10 be immortalized by
testing this grand apotilesis Of
piel"
Mrs. Spoopendyke produced the
bro,.m, and her husband, carefully
selecting one OF the splints, jabbed
away at the upper crust.
at won't go in" he remarked
rather dolefully, selecting another
with similar results. "The trouble
is with the broom. Haven't you got
broom that knows something about
its business, or is this one of those
pious brooms that won't work on
Sunday>s" and he broke up several
more splints in vain endeavor to
penetrate the Pie.
"Hadn't you better try the han
die, dears' suggested Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke.
mo, hadn't better try the han
die, dear?' miInicked Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke ''Come out here, and let's
see what's the occasion of this un-
called for resistance!" and Mr..
Spoopendyke hauled his pie out of
the oven and fired it down on the ta-
BILE. 'Got an idea you're going to
be assassinated with a br )om splint,
haven't YET Think you're sort OF
buiwark of American liberties, and
bound to resent foreign Intervention,
don't yes Well, you amt; you're
only measly pie, and you're going
to have something stuck in ye, if it
takes cold chisel and cannon!"
and Mr.. Spoopendyke stabbed at it
with fork, and then with chop
ping knife, without producing the
faintest impression. You're up in
pie. What dye s'pose is the matter
with the thinga" he asked, turning
on his wife.
"If I had been your mother, /
should have put some lard in the
crust" returned Mrs. Spoopendyke,
complacently.
II don't know how you are going
to get lard into crust that you can't
Ipenetrate with bayonet - retorted
Mr.. Spoopendyke, upon whom it
began to dawn that there was hitch
somewhere. "I've almost forgotten
how mother did try pies to see if
they were done.'
Ibid she ever try 8 club" inquir-
ed Mrs. Spoopendyke, timidly.
mo. she didn't try club!' roared
Mr.. Spooperudyke. sCome hither.
> my gertle pier' he howled, planting
his fist in the middle of the apparat-
us. 'tListen to the voice of the siren
/, inquiring within!" and he dropped
I it on the floor, and planted his heel
), on it, Front door closed for re-
pairs entrance at the back!" and
e he kicked the whole business to the
d ceiling.
el "Your mother must have been
q very vigorous for her age" observed
Mrs. Spoopendyke, calmly.
y ''It's those gasted Jumps of meat,
snaried Mr.. Spoopendyke, picking ur
;, his pie, and examining its knobs and
d bumps attentively. u thought the,
would melt when subjected to intense
/ heat Anyway, the inside of that pit
3 is all right if 1 could only get the lid
u off. Got anything I can get undel
= the edge and lift the roof of thi,
u business? Gimme that can opener
II Give way, now! Whoop! One
&c &c more! XII yah! All together, row
I Whe-e-e! There she comes" An.
p !. the crust gave way revealing chunk
!. :. If beef and apple parings, half-cook
- !. ed, and still steaming.
10 'I suppose your mother put in th
= spices and cider after the hired ma,
. had wrenched the pie open, remarl;
e ed Mrs. Soopendyke, solemnly.
:: "You do, do YET" seuealed Mr.
" Spoopendyke, squatting down an,
g., resting his hands on his knees
while he glinned in his wife's facs
y THAT lump of quicksilver you ca
~ ~ your mind has got round to wher
- it transact, the supposing busines,
:. has it. P'raps you don't like th
y. pies Is'pose you've got some fasl
" ionable notion that you don't care [
7 associate with this pies Well, yo
- needn't. I don't force unpleasar
VI acquaintances on my wife. / belle,
in making home paradise, I do, G
" forth, pie!" and he SHE'D it throug
81 ~ the window, glass, sash. and e!
- = THAT suit you?" he yelled. "Do,
y. ~ your moral nature feel relieved
" the absence of the pie you ha,
/. been instrumental in casting upc
!, the chilled charities of an unsymp
' thetic worldf''
lss ~ 81 guei,s that pie can take care
=" =" itself. suggested Mrs. Spoopendyk
" 40 soothingly. aThe next time / NAL
UP UP one. IN Try and have il Just as yo,
ioe m other used to-
ies You'll fetch itl''. reared NJ
~ ne Spoopen.lyke, Stamping up and dow
-, AZ the kitchen and slapping the fiol
y. ". off his coat 'sYou never had al
.n trouble with things, after I ha'
nu shown you how! Some day I'll poi
Wo G lard in your ear, and spice in yo1
.pp IN eye, and leave you in the oven to +
'ne feet on how you'd like to be cut G
lol' from intellectual social intercours
' Just because you amt half baked
AZ y and Dir. Spoopendyke slammed Il
VA door after him, and mounted Il
i. . staircase with heavy tread.
70 Il don't care mnrmured Nh
.h u Spoopendyke, as she swept up 4
'ne debris. i don't care. II that is &
A.. way bis mother made pie. I do,
~ wonder mt its impression on his mind
And with this charitable view
j, " the situation. Mrs. Spoopendyke :
- ~, down to the consideration of wfeth
: ~. :. she'd better make q false train I
her new black silk.