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


five; a myrtle-tree assembled the scale,
and was finally knocked down at ten and
a half; an oleander was bid up to three,
half dozen spindling fish-geraniums va
ried from fifty cents to n dollar each,
and ten callas and a sickly carnation
were bought by Miss Dora Daggett at
seventy-fve 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 a pokeberry bush from holly
bush.
''Be folks mad2" 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, a, if unwilling to let
it out of their sight, and the sale went
briskly on.
"Well. Naomi, " said brother Lyman,
chuckling, when the "vendoo' was over,
chow much did ye expeck to git for
Aunt Mittable's things2"
81 did hope for fifty dollars, all told"
said Mrs. Grigson. "But Miss Ketchum
said was fool for calkilatin' 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, | amt" cheerfully spoke up
brother Lyman. 'It's two hundred and
fifteen dollars and eighty-eight cents.
that's what it isl oh, ef ye'd only
seen the women-folks a-carryin' out Aunt
Mittable's house plants nugged up close
to 'em, like they was little babiesw
Brother Lyman stopped to shake all
over with species of inaudible laughter
which convulsed him as if he we're
mold Of jelly.
1.-TWO hundred and fifteen dollars"
gasped Mrs. Grigson. "lt's like a
dream"
The auctioneer counted out the bills
into the good woman's toil-hardened
hands.
~ congratulate you, ma'am, said he
care you sure there amt no mistaken
said Mrs. Grigson.
"Quite sure, ma'am."
"Well, l don't nohow understand it.
said the widow, slowly shaking her
head. "P'r'aps, Mr.. Pulfeld, you can
explain it to me2"
The auctioneer looked around, winked
one eye solemnly, and twirled his quill
pen backward and forward.
mo one here?" said he.
mot a SOUL" declared brother Ly-
man.
Everybody gone"
"Yes, everybody"
''Then look here" said the auction
eer. Il 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, now? Well, less see if l
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 a 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.
SeeW
'You don't s'pose-" cried Mrs. Grig-
son.
eyes, l do s'pose," said the auction
eer. eff folks will be fools, there amt
no way of preventin' 'em as ever l
knowed of. And l wish 'em good luck
indin' what yolE aunt Mittible has hid
there"
'Well, declare" said Mrs. Grigson.
"Your things hev sold very WELL
maam, said Mr.. Pulfeld, buttoning up
his coat. 81 don't know when we've
had such 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. at
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 done !'
The other passengers stared obviously
at her, wondering if 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 crazy. .-Ha'per'c
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