The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-12-02

uNes myfJle-UTeV aSCenueO Jne SChle,
and was finally knocked down at ten and
half; an oleander was bid up to three.
half dozen spindling fish-geraniums va
ried from fifty cents to a dollar each,
and ten callas and a sickly carnation
were bought by Miss Dora Daggett at
seveDty-five cents each; and the surplus
age of pallid primroses and cactus mon
strosities was Jumped at a dollar to Mr..
Tows, whose door-yard was laid out in
carrots and parsnips, and who did not
know pokeberry bush from holly
bush.
'Be folks mad9" said breathless Mrs.
Grigson.
The proceeds of the flower stand
amounted TO eighteen dollars, and the
purchasers eagerly seized their property
and carried it off, as If unwilling to let
it out of their sight, and the sale went
briskly on.
"Well, Naomi, z" said brother Lyman,
chuckling, when the 'vendoo" was over,
chow much did We expeck to git for
Aunt Mittable's thingsf'
81 did hope for fifty dollars, all told, :"
said Mrs. Grigson. "But Miss Ketchum
said was fool for calkilatn' on any
sech amount"
"What dye say to two hundred9"
said brother Lyman, gleefully.
''What!" shrieked Mrs. Grigson. ely
man, you're a.pokin' fun at me-"
''No, l amt" cheerfully spoke up
brother Lyman. "It's two hundred and
fifteen dollars and eighty-eight cents.
that's what it isl Oh, eff ye'd only
seen the women folks a-carryin' out Aunt
Mittable's house plants nugged up close
to 'em, like they was little babies"
Brother Lyman stopped to shake all
over with species of inaudible laughter
which convuIsed him as if he were a
mold of jelly.
"Two hundred and fifteen dollarsp'
gasped Mrs. Grigson. ''lts like
dream"
The auctioneer counted out the bills
into the good woman's toil-hardened
hands
81 congratulate you, ma'am, said he.
''Are you sure there amt no mistaken"
said Mrs. Grigson.
"Quite sure, ma'am."
'Well, / don't nohow understand it. Z"
said the widow, slowly shaking her
head. "P'r'aps, Mr.. Pulield, you can
explain it to me9"
! The auctioneer looked around, winked
one eye solemnly, and twirled his quill
pen backward and forward.
mo one here?" said he.
mot SOUL" declared brother Ly-
man.
Everybody gomez"
"Yes, everybody"
"Then look here, said the auction
eer. II couldn't help catchin' word
here and there; and it want no business
/ of mine to interfere"
81 don't understand" said Mrs. Grig-
/ son, more bewildered than ever.
'Don't ye, now9 Well, less see if 1
can't make it clear t. ye," said Mr.. Pull
field. "Abigail Barton she was a-whis-
perrin to Deacon Plimpton's widow
how't she found little gold dollar bur-
led in the earth of flower-pot. that held
J'rusalem cherry-tree you give her;
and it went from one to another like
wild-fire. Oh, yes, Mrs. Grigson, your
aunt Mittable was good woman, very
good woman, but awful queer. And
now every man, woman and child will
/ be rippin' open feather-beds, diggin' up
house-plants, and pokin' into cheer seats
and bureau drawers for hidden treasure.
See9"
"You don't s'pose-" cried Mrs. Orig
son.
eyes, do s'pose," said the auction
eer. eff folks will be fools, there amt
no way of preventin' 'em as ever 1
knowed of. And l wish 'em good luck
indin' what yoM aunt Mittible has hid
there
''Well, | declare !" said Mrs. Grigson.
"Your things hev sold very we'll,
ma'am, said Mr.. Pulield, buttoning up
his coat 81 don't know when we've
had such a successful auction sale in the
neighborhood.
Mrs. Grigson went back to the city feel
ing richer than any capitalist. And not
until the train was running into the New
Haven depot did she start wildly from
her seat in the corner of the car. sit
was the monkey" she said, speaking
aloud in the sudden enlightment OF her
soul-"brother Lyman's monkey And
there was me, poor, simple critter, a
repinin' again the mischief he had donep
The other passengers stared obviously
at her. wondering il they had come all
the way from Feltville Four Corners
with crazy woman. An old man took
up a basket and shawl-strap and went to
the other end of the car.
But they need not have been alarmed.
Mrs. Grigson was not razy.-Harper's
Bdsar.
Medical Virtues of Dogs Tongues.