The Hazlehurst signal., 1885-11-19
BRO. LYMAN'S MONKEY"
How Ho Helped Along Mrs.
Grigson's Auction Sale.

The orange glow of the March twi-
light threw tho lcaileSs copseS into
strong relief; the little brook had burst
It's thick crust of ice, and sang merrily
under the velvet fringes OF the pussy.
willows, and up from the woods there
came an indcscribablc odor of spring.
A red flag, rolled up and tied around
it, stick by hemp string. lay just in
side the door-yard, when Mrs. GriSson
came in with the last pail of water that
she should ever draw from the old well.
She sighed as she TILED the squat cop
per kettle and hung II over The fire.
THE auction sale is TO be to-mor-
row." said she. land ! never was so
glad Of anything in all my born days.
Sech time rs I've had cleanin' up and
scrubbin' down and scUirin' and pol
ishin', There amt bone in my body
but aches"
Its all time and trouble thrown
away" sepulchrally observed Miss
Kctchum. who had dropped in on her
way from the store; 1.-The old traps
won't sell for siSpcncc apicce-yoa see
il they do"
"Bu, the things amt no use to me"
said Mrs. Grigson. land | need little
money so awful bad! As for the poor
luck I've had, right straight through,
there amt no calculatin' il. Fl was
TO tell YOU. Martha Ketchum, you
wouldn't believe it. Even down to my
last gold dollar
En- said Miss Ke,chum. Being OF
n melancholy turn. she liked TO hear
sad rccitals, although personally her
sympathies were enlisted on the widow
Grigson's side.
"Why, it was last week." said Mrs
Grigson. in the level complaining tone
that Away reminded you Of the little
brook down in the hollow. brother
Lyman left ms little Brazil monkey
here over night. He was a-calculatin'
to sell il TO Mrs. Gartney's little boy.
John Henry. And cf you'll believe me.
the mis- able critter swallowed the gold
dollar | left on my bureau to pay the
meat peddlcr with, and dropped my
silver specs down the we'll"
LA said Miss Ketchum.
al seen him champin' it between his
Jaws" said Mrs. Grigson. land shake
and squeeze him as would, couldn't
yet il out Of him."
well. | never DIR remarked the
guest.
lit seems rs If that was the last
straw that broke the camers back"
sighed Mrs. Grigson. Brother Lyman
he was dreadful consumed about 1t.
but he couldn't do nothin' for me He
offered to kill the monkey. but knowed
how disappointed John Henry CARNEY
would be, and. arter all, the critter had
only acted accordin' to his natur'. and
they was to pay brother Lyman dol.
lar and half for him. As for the
specs. brother Lyman fished 'em up
with long pole with crooked pin
hitched on to the end ont. The glasses
was broke. but the frames is good yet.
I'm calkilatin' to get 'em mended
when"
Wonder how much the feather
beds'll 90 for?" said Miss Ketchum.
breaking in on the mon otonous refrain.
There amt no tellin'." said Mrs.
Grigson. They're dreadful old. Aunt
Mittablc she'd KEEP house for forty
year. and never had nothin' new.
don't s'pose IN auction sale will pay.
but what else could do with all tho
old duds? Squire Daggett wants pos
session OF the place at once. and"
"Ain't gwinc to sell these ERE house
plants. be YEP" said Miss Ketchum.
nodding toward u green-painted stand
in the corner.
Brother Lyman thought they might
fetch few cents" said Mrs. Grigson.
"And the stand ought to be worth
quarter Of dollar II had new coat
of paint year ago. ! give one J'ru-
salem cbery.tree to Abigail Barton for
belpin' me to clean out the old cup
boards. She's been dreadful neigh
boriy. and she wouldn't take penny
for what she did"
"Mo.c fool shc," CURLY observed
Miss Ketchum. I'D Ike that thar