The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1885-11-14
LYMAN'S Monkey
How He Helped Along Mrs.
Grigson's Auction Sale.

The orange glow OF the March WI
light threw the ~leatiess copses into
strong relief; the little brook had burst
its thick crust Of ice, and sang merrily
under the velvet fringes of the pussy
willows, and up from the woods there
came an indescribable odor of spring.
A red flag, rolled up and tied around
its stick by a hemp string. lay just in
side the door-yard, when Mrs. Grigson
came in with the last pail of water that
she should ever draw from the old well.
She sighed as she filled the squat cop
per kettle and hung it over the fire.
THE auction sale is to be tO-mor-
row. said she, "and | never was SO
glad of any hing in all my born days.
Sech a time as I've had cleanin' up and
scrubbin' down and scourin' and pol
ishin'l There amt q bone in my body
but aches
Its all time and trouble thrown
away sepulchrally observed Miss
Ketchum, who had dropped in on her
way from the store; 1.-The old traps
won't sell for sixpence apiece-you see
if they do
''But the things amt no use to me"
said Mrs. Grigson, land | need a little
money so awful bad! As for the poor
luck I've had, right straight through,
there amt no calculatin' it. Fl | was
to tell you. Martha ketchum, YOU
wouldn't believe it. Even down to my
last gold dollar"
"Eh?' said Miss ketchum. Being Of
q melancholy turn, she liked to hear
sad recitals, although personally hel
sympathies were enlisted on the widow
Grigson's side.
"Why, 1t was last week. said Mrs.
Grigson. in the level complaining tone
that Away reminded you Of the little
brook down in the hollow. ''brothel
Lyman left his little Brazil monkey
here over night He was a-calculatin
to sell it to Mrs. Gartney's little boy,
John Henry. And eff you'll believe me,
the mis'able oritter swallowed the golc
dollar left Oh my bureau to pay The
meat peddler with, and dropped my
silver specs down the we'll
LA" said Miss Ketchum.
a seen him champin' it between hi
Jaws said Mrs. Grigson, land shakl
and squeeze him as l would, / couldn'
get it out Of him.
well, I never did," remarked tn
guest.
at seems az eff that was the las
straw that broke the camel's back
sighed Mrs. Grigson. Brother Lyman
he was dreadful consumed about it
but he couldn't do nothin' for me. HI
offered to kill the monkey, but ] knowe'
how disappointed John Henry Gartne,
would be, and, after all, the crltter hat
only acted accordin' to his natur', Ant
they was to pay brother Lyman a dol
lar and q half for him. As for tn
specs, brother Lyman fished EN- u
with a long pole with a crooked pi
hitched on to the end ont. The glasse
was broke, but the frames is good YET
I'm calkilatin' to get EN- mende
when"
wonder how much the feather
beds'll go for9" said Miss Ketchun
breaking in on the mon otonous refrain
There amt no tellin'," said Mrs
Grigson. They're dreadful old. Aun
Mittable she'd KEEP house for fort
year, and never had nothin' new.
don't s'pose An auction sale will pay
but what else could I do with all tn
old duds? Squire Daggett wants po'
session Of the place at once. and
"Ain't gwine to sell these ere hous
plants, be yep said Miss ketchun
nodding toward a green painted stan
in the corner.
Brother Lyman thought they migl
fetch q few cents" said Mrs. Grigsor
"And the stand ought to be worth
quarter Of q dollar. 1t had a new cos
of paint a year ago. I give one J'rr
salem cberry.tree to Abigail Barton 10
helpin' me to clean out the old cur
boards. She's been dreadful neigl
borly, and she wouldn't take 0 penn
for what she did"
more fool she,'' curtly observe