Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1886-01-20

40 aoahS mouf beiu px0ntnioss Wis
Grigson.
The proceeds Of the flower stand
amounted to eighteen dollars. and the
purchasers eagerly seized their property
and carried It Of, as IL unwilling to let
1t go out of their sight, and the sale
went briskIy on.
"Wcll, Naomi" said brother Lyman.
chuckling, when the 'vendoo" was
over. "how much did We expeck to git
for Aunt Mittable's thingsp"
II did hope for fifty dollars. all told"
said Mrs. Grigson. "But Miss Ketch-
um said was fool for calkilatin on
any sech amount
"What dye say to two hundredp"
said brother Lyman. glcefully.
II" Whatr' shrieked Mrs Grigson.
"Lyman, you're a-pokin' fun at me-"
"No. l amt" cheerfully spoke up
brother Lyman. Its two hundred
and fifteen dollars and lightweight
cents, that's what 1t Is! Oh, eff ye'd
only seen the women-folks a-carryin'
out Aunt Mittable's house plants Rugged
up close to 'em, like they was littl
babies!'.
Brother Lyman stopped to shake all
over with species of inaudible laugh
ter which convulscd him as IL he were
mold of jelly.
Two hundred and fifteen dollarsr'
gasped Mrs. Grigson. "It's like
dream"
The auctioneer counted out the bills
into the good woman's toil-hardened
hands.
IL congratulate you, ma'am," said
he.
"Are you sure there amt no mis-
take" said Mrs. Grigson.
'Quite sure, ma am"
"Well, I don't nohow understand it,
said tho widow, slowly shaking her
head. "P'raps, Mr.. Pulfeld, you can
explain 1t to me7"
The auctionecr looked around, winked
one eye solemnly. and twirled his quill
pen backward and forward.
mo one herep" said he.
mot . SOUL" declared brother Ly-
man.
Everybody gono7"
Eyes, everybody"
Then look here" said the auction
Ger. Il couldn't help catching word
hero and there; and it want no bust
ness Of mine to interfere"
Il don't understand" said Mrs. Orig
son, moro bewildered than ever.
Don't ye nowP Well, less see II 1
can't make 1t clear Z 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 the fower-pot that
held J'rusalem cherry-tree you give
her; and 1t went from ono to another
like wild-fre. Oh yes, Mrs. Grigson,
your aunt Mittable was good woman,
very good woman, but @wfully queer.
And now every man woman and child
will be rippin' open fcather-beds, dig
gin up house plants, and pokin' into
cheer seats and bureau drawers for hid
den treasure Sec?"
"You don't s'pose-" cried Mrs.
Grigson.
Eyes, do s'pose," said the auction
eer IF folks will be fools, there amt
no way of prevcntln' 'em as ever /
knowed of. And wish 'em good luck
findin' what your Aunt Mittable has hid
there"
''Well. / declared said Mrs. Grigson.
"Your things hew sold very we'll,
ma am" said Mr.. Pulfeld, buttoning
up his coat. II done know when we've
had such successful auction sale in
the neigbborhood."
Mrs. Grigson went back to the city
feeling 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.
1T was the monkey she said, speak
ing aloud in the sudden enlightenment,
of her soul-''brothe Lyman's monkey
And there was me, poor, simple critter,
a-repinin' agin the mischief he had
doner'
The other passengers stared dubious
ly at her, wondering II they had come
all the way from Feltville -Four Corners
with crazy woman. An old man took
up basket and shawl-strap AMI went
to the other end OF the car.
But they need not have been alar, ned.
Mrs. Grigson was not crazy.-Harp sr's
Bdxdr.