The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1881-06-02
The End of My Monkey.

L
don't care what becomes of me. Hi.
loss was an awful blow, and 1 never ex.
pect to recover from it. am q crushed
boy, and when the old folks find what
their conduct has done to me, they will
wish they had done differently.
1t was on Tuesday that l got the mon.
key, and by Thursday everybody began
to treat him coldly. 1t began with my
littest sister. Jocko took her doll away,
and climbed up to the top of the door
with it, where he sat and pulled it to
| pieces, and tried its clothes on, only
they wouldn't fit him, while sister, who
is but little girl, stood and howled as
if she was being killed. This made
mother begin to dislike the monkey, end
she said that if his conduct was such, he
couldn't stay in her house.. l call this
unkind, for the monkey was invited into
the house, and I've been told we must
bear with visitors.
A little while afterward, while mother
was talking to Susan on the front piazza,
she heard the sewing machine up. stairs,
and, "Well, 1 never, that cook has the
impudence to be sewing on my machine
without ever asking leave"
So she ran up stairs, and found that
Jocko was working the machine like
mad. He'd taken Sues night gown and
fathers black coat and lot of stockings,
and showed them all under the needle,
and was sewing them all together. Moth.
er boxed his ears, aud then she and Sue
sat down and worked all the morning
trying to unsew the things with the
scissors.
They had to give it up after a while,
and the things are sewed together yet,
like man and wife, which no man can
put asunder. All this made my mother
more cool toward the monkey than ever,
and heard her call him a nasty little
beast
The next day was Sunday, and as Sue
was sitting in the hall waiting for moth
er to 60 to church with her, Jocko gets
up on her chair, and pulls the feathers
out of her bonnet. He thought he was
doing right, for he had seen the cook
pulling the feathers off the chickens, but
Sue called him dreadful names, and said
that when father came home, either she
or that monkey would leave the house.
Father came home early Monday, and
seemed quite pleased with the monkey.
He said it was an interesting study, and
he told Susan that he hoped that she
would be contented with fewer beaux,
now that there was monkey constantly
in The house. In little while father
caught Jocko lathering himself with the
mucillage brush, and with a kitchen
knife all ready to shave himself. He
just laughed OF the monkey, and told me
to take good care of him, and not let
him hurt himself. Of course I was
dreadfully pleased to find that father
liked Jocko, and knew it was because
he was a man, and had more sense
than girls. But 1 MAS only deceiving
myself and leaning on broken weed.
That very evening when father went
into his study after supper, he found
Jocko on his desk, he had torn all his
papers to pieces, except q splendid new
map, and that he WAS covering with ink,
and making believe that he was writing
a Presidents message about the Panama
Canal Father was just raging. He
took Jocko by the scruff of the neck,
locked him in the closet, and sent him
away by express the next morning to
man in the city with orders to sell him.
The e1pressman afterward told Mr..
Travers that the monkey pretty nearly
killed everybody on the train, for be got
hold Of The signal cord and pulled it,
and the engineer thought it was the
conductor, and stopped the train, and
another train just behind it came within
an inch of running into it and smashing
it to pieces. Jocko did the same thing
three times before they found out what
was the matter, and tied him up so that
he couldn't reach the cord. Oh, he was
Just beautiful But I shall never see
him again, and Mr.. Traver' says that it's
all right, and that I'm ronkey enough
for one house. That's because Sue has
been saying things against the monkey
to him but never mind.
First my dog went, and now my mon-
key has gone. 1t seems as if everything
that is beautiful must disappear. Very
likely shall 60 next, and when | am
gone, let them find the dog and the mon
key, and bury US togetber.-Jimmy
Brown in Harper's Young People.