The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1885-11-14

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Eight dollars for the old feather
bed! Folks must be crazy said Mrs.
Grigson. And a dollar apiece for them
WORKOUT bed-quilts! Is the world
a-comin' to an end?"
But when they came to the stand of
house plants, Mrs. G~rigson's amaze
ment reached its eliminating point.
The striped monthly rose brought y
dollar; a stumpy old lemon bush in a
green tub, which eve had been sus-
pected of the faintest inclination to
bloom. ran up to five; a myrtle-tree as
cended the scale. and was finally
knocked down at ten and a half; an
oleander was bid up TO three. half a
dozen spindling iish-geraniums varied
from fifty cents to a dollar each, and
ten callas and a sickly carnation were
bought by Miss Dora Daggett at seventy
five cents each; ant the surplusage OF
pallid primroses and cactus monstrosi-
ties was Jumped at a doll IT to Mr..
lows. whose door yard WI. laid out in
carrots and parsnips, and who did not
know q ~pokeberry bush from a holly
bush.
BE folks mad?' said breathless Mrs.
Grigson.
The proceeds of the flower stand
amounted to eighteen dollars, and the
purchasers eagerly seized their property
and carried it oil, as if unwilling to let
1t 90 out of their sight, and the sale
went briskly on.
"Well, Naomi" said brother Lyman.
chuckling. when the ''vendoo' was
over, how much did We expeck to git
for Aunt Mittable's thingsp'
Ibid hope for fifty dollars, all told,
said Mrs. Grigsen. But Miss ketch-
UNI said | was a fool for calkilatin CD
any sech amount
"What dye say to two hundred?'
said brother Lynn an, gleefully.
What" shrie ked Mrs Grigson.
"Lym.n. you're s-pokin' fun at me-
NO, | amt" cheerfully spoke up
brother Lyman. Its two hun lred
and fifteen dollars and Lightweight
cents, that's what it Isl Oh, ef ye'd
only seen the women-folks a-carryin'
out Aunt Mittable's house plants Rugged
up close to EN-, like they was little
bables!'
Brother Lyman stopped to shake all
over with a species of inaudible laugh
ter which ~convulsod him as if he were a
mold OF jelly.
Two hundred and fifteen dollarsn'
gasped Mrs. Grigson. Its like a
dream
The auctioneer counted out the bills
into the good woman's toil-hardened
hands.
a congratulate you, ma'am,' said
he.
Are you sure there amt no mis-
take9:' said Mrs. Grigson.
quite sure, ma'am."
'Well, | don't nohow understand it,
said the widow, slowly shaking her
head. "P'r'aps, Mr.. Pulfeld, gov can
explain it to me9'
The auctionecr looked around, winked
one eye solemnly, and twirlcd his quill
pen backward and forward.
mo one hcrep' sad he
"Not a soul" declared brother Ly.
man.
Everybody gomez"
YES, everybody"
Then look here said the auction
eer. Il couldn't help catching a word
here and there; and it want no bust,
ness OF mine to interfere"
Il don't understand said Mrs. Orig,
son. more bewlldered than ever.
Don't ye nowP Well, less see if
can't make it clear t ye." sad Mr.. Pull
field. Abigail Barton she was a-whis
perrin to Deacon Plimpton's widow
howl she found a little gold dollar bur
!, led in the earth of the hower-pot tina
, held a J'rusalem cherry-tree you Civ,
, her; and it went from one to anothe
like wild-fre. Oh yes, Mrs. Grigson
3 your aunt Mittable was a good woman
a very good woman, but awfully queer
And 0 every man woman and chill
A will lie rippin' open feather beds, dig
! gin up house plants, and pokin' int
, cheer seats and bureau drawers tor hid
den treasure. SeeP'
e you don't s'pose--' cried Mrs
Grigson.
d yes, l do s'pose,' said the auction
Ger, "If folks will be fools, there ain
0 no way Of %preyentn' 'em as ever
knowed of. And | wish EN- good luc
G fndin' what your Aunt Mittable has hi
there"
e well. l declare!'' said Mrs. Grigsor
s Your things hev sold very well
ma'am." said Mr.. Pulfield, b@uttonin
up his coat. Idon't know when we'v
q had such o successful auction sale i
d the neighborhood."
4 Mrs. Grigson went back to the cit
feeling richer than any capitalist. An
: not until the train was running into tn
e New Haven depot did she start Wild
n from her seat in the corner of the Cal
ut was the monkey she said, speak
n ing aloud in the sudden enlightenment
v of her soul brother Lyman's monkey
And there was me, poor, simple crittel
- a-rapipin, auin tho micnhinf ha ha