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The Monkeys Paw by WWJ Cups, without the night was cold and wet, but in a small pallor

of with Burmian Villa, the blind who are drawn and the fire burned brightly, while they're

in sun rat chast, the former who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes,

sharp and unnecessary perils, that he even provoked comment from the white haired old lady

knitting placidly by the fire, Hark at the wind said Mr. White, who, having seen that

they don't mistake after was too late, was ambinely desterious of preventing his son from

seeing it.

I'm listening, said the lather, grimly surveilling the board as he stretched out his hand, check.

I should hardly think that he'd come tonight, said his father, of his hand poised over

the board, mate, replied to son.

That's the worst of living so far out, bald minister White, with sudden and unlooked

for violence, a void of beastly, slushy, and out of the way places to live in.

This is the worst, pathways of bog in the road to torrent.

I don't know what people are thinking about.

I suppose because only two houses no road or let, they think it doesn't matter.

Never mind dear, to this wife, assumingly, perhaps you'll end in next one.

Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother

and son.

The words died away on his lips, he heard a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.

There he is, said Herbert White, as the gate banged too loudly in heavy footsteps came

towards the door.

The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door was heard condoling with

a new arrival.

The new arrival also condoled with himself, but that Mrs. White said, cut, cut, and coughed

gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a tall, burly man, beardy of eye and

root, knitted of vithage.

Surgeon Major Morris, he said, introducing him.

Surgeon Major took hands, and taken to prooffer seat by the fire, watched contently while

his hose got out whiskey and tumblers, and so the small copper kettle on the fire.

At the third glass, his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk.

This little family circle regarding with eager interest, this visitor from the distant

parts, as he squared his broad shoulders in the chair, in spoke of wild scenes and

doughty deeds, of wars and plagues and strange peoples.

Twenty-one years of it, said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son.

When he went away, he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse, and now he got him.

He doesn't look to have taken much harm, said Mrs. White, politely.

I'd like to go to India myself, said the old man, just to go round a bit, you know.

Better where you are, the Surgeon Major, shaking his head.

He put down the empty glass and signed subtly, shook it again.

I should like to see those old temples and factors and jugglers, the old man.

What was that, you sort of telling the media our day about a mucky's paw or something

more as nothing to the tolder, hastily, weaselace, nothing worth hearing.

Mucky's paw, said Mrs. White, curiously, well, it's just a bit of what you might call

magic perhaps, for the Surgeon Major offhandedly.

His three listeners leaned forward eagerly, the visitor absent mindfully put his empty glass

to his lips and then tied it down again.

His host filled it for him, to look at the Surgeon Major, fumbling in his pocket, it

just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy.

He took something out of this pocket and pro-offered it.

Mrs. White grew back of a grimace but her son, taking it, examined it curiously, and what

is their special about it, inquired Mr. White as he took it from his son and having examined

it, placed it upon his table, and how to spell put on it by an old parker, the Surgeon

Major, a very holy man.

He wanted to show it at fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did

so to their own sorrow.

So he put a spell on it so that three sub-retmen could each have three wishes from it.

His manner was so impressive that his ears were conscious that their light laughter jared

somewhat.

Wow, why don't you have three sir, that Herbert White blurry?

The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont to regard present to us youth.

I have, he said quietly, and his blotchy face whitened, and did you really have the three

wishes granted?

As Mrs. White, I did, the Surgeon Major and his glass tapped against a strong teeth, and

as anybody else wished, persisted to old lady, the first man had three wishes, yes, what

does he reply?

I don't know what the first two were, but the front was for death, that's how I got

to paw.

His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon the group.

If you had your three wishes, it's no good to you now to enmoris, the old man at last,

but you keep it for, the soldier shook his head, fancy I suppose, he said slowly, he did

have some idea of selling it, but I don't think I will.

It has caused nothing mischief already, besides, people won't buy, they think it's a fairy

tale, some of them, and those who do think any of it will try it first and pain me afterward.

If you could have another three wishes, so the old man, I didn't mean me, what would

you have them, I don't know that either, I don't know, he took the pot and dang between

his forefinger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire, white with a slight cry, stooped

down and snatched it off, better let it burn, said to the soldiers, finally, if you don't

want it more as said the other give to me, I won't set his friend dotically, I threw it

on the fire, if you keep it, don't blame me for what happens, pitch it on the fire again

like a sensible man.

The others shook his hat and examined his new possession closely, how do you do it

he inquired, hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud, so that the urgent major,

but I warn you of the consequences, sounds like the Arabian knights said Mrs. White, as

you rose making the set the supper, don't you think you might wish for four pairs of

hands for me, his husband drew the talismatronist pocket, and then all three burst into laughter

as the surgeon major, with a look of a warm on his face, caught him by his arm, if you

much wish he said gruffly, wish for something sensible, Mr. White dropped it back in his

pocket and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table, and the business of supper the

talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening and throughout fashion

to a second installment of the Tholders and Ventures in India, if the tale about the

monkey's paws, not more truthful than those he has been telling us, said Herbert Azor

closed behind their guest, just in time from the catch the last train, we shoult make

much out of it, to give him anything for father, inquired Mrs. White regarding her husband

closely, a trifle he said calling slightly, he didn't want it, but it made him take it,

and he pressed me to throw it away again, likely said Herbert, with pretended whore, why

we're going to be rich and famous and happy, wish to be an emperor, father to begin with,

then you can't be hen-packed, he darted around the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs.

White, arm-loven anti-comasser, Mr. White took the pop from his pocket under dupe-slee,

I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact, he said, it's clearly, it seemed to

me I've got all I want, if only you cleared the house to be quite happy, wouldn't you,

said Herbert with his hand on a shorter, well with her 200 pounds, then, then I don't

do it, his father smiling chained faceedly at his own friduality, hugged the talisman

as his son, with some paste, somewhat mirrored by a wink at his mother, sat down to begin

own truck a few impressive cords, I wish for 200 pounds, said the old man distinctively,

a fine craftsman of piano, greeted the words, interrupted by exhuttering cry from the old

man, his wife and son ran toward him, it moved, he cried, with a glance of disgust of

the object as it lay on the floor, as I wished it twisted in my hand like a snake, well,

I don't see the money, said his son as he picked it up and placed on the table, my

body never shouw, it must have been your fancy father, said his wife regarding him anxiously,

shook his head, never mind out, there's no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the

same, they sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their pipes, outside

the wind was hired, then ever, and the old man started nervously at the sound of a door

banging upstairs, a silence unusual in depressing, settled upon all three, which lasted until

the old couple rose retard for the night, I expect of on the cash tied up in a big bag

in the middle of your bed, said Herbert, as he baited him good night, and tumbling horrible

squatting upon the top of the wardrobe, watched new as the pocketer, ill gotten gazed,

he sat alone in a darkness, gazed into dying fire and seen faces in it, the last face

was so horrible and so man, that he gazed at it in amazement, got so vivid that with

a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing little water from over

it, his hand grafts to mucky's paw, and of a little civer, he wiped his hand on his

coat and went up too bad, in the brightness of the wintery sun next morning, at the streamed

over the breakfast table, healed out that his fears, there was an air of prosthetic

wholesomeness about the room, which had had a lact on the previous night, and the dirty,

trivial little paw was pitched on the sideboard of a carouselness which be token to no great

believes in its virtues, as opposed all soldiers were the same, said Mrs. White, the idea

of our listening to such nonsense, how could which is be granted in these days, and that

they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you father, might drop on his head from

the sky, so the frivolous Herbert, more as said, the things happen so naturally, said

his father, that you might, if you so wished, attribute it to coincidence, or don't break

into the money before I come back to Herbert, as he wrote from the table, I'm afraid I'll

turn you into a mean, a vorvious man, in which I'll have to disown you, his mother will

laugh, and falling into the door, watch him down the road, and returning to the breakfast

table, was very happy at the expense of her husband's credulity, all but did not prevent

her from scurrying to the door at the postman's knock, nor preventing her from referring somewhat

towardly to retired surgeon meters of biblious habits, when she found that the post brought

a tailor's fill. Herbert loves some more of his funny remarks I expect when he comes

home, if he sat at a stay, sat at dinner, I dare say, said Mr. White, pouring himself

out some beer, but rolled at the thing moving to my hand, that I'll swear to, you poth

that did, you should go that he said tubingly, I say it did, reply the other, there was no

poth about it, I had just, what's the mother, his wife made no reply, she was watching the

mysterious movement of a man outside, repraining an undecided fashion at the house, it appeared

to be trying to make up his mind to enter, in mental connection with the 200 pounds, she

noticed that the stranger was well dressed, and wore a silk hat of glossy newness, three

times he paused at the gate, and then walked on again, the fourth time he stood with his

hand upon it, and then with a sudden resolution, hung it open and walked up the path, Mrs.

went the same moment, placed her hands behind her, and hurriedly unfastened the strings

of her apron, put that useable article of a peril beneath the cushion of her chair,

she brought the stranger, who seemed to let ease into the room, yeas at her, hurtfully,

and listen in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady apologized for the appearance of the

room and her husband's coat, a garment which usually reserved for the garden, she then

waited patiently as her sex would permit, for him to broach his business, but he was

at first strained with silent, I was asked to call, he said at last, and stooped and picked

a piece of cotton from his trousers, I come from Ma and Megan's, he only started,

is anything the matter, he has breathlessly, has anything happened to Herbert, what is it,

her husband interposed, there is their mother, he said hastily, sit down and don't rub

the conclusions, you've not brought bad news, I'm sure, sir, any idea or listfully, I'm

sorry, become the visitor, is he hurt, I'm going to demother her wildly, the visitor bowed

in the scent, badly hurt, he said quietly, but he is not in any pain, oh thank God, said

the old woman in clasping her hands, thank God for that, thank, she broke out suddenly

as the sinister mean of the assurance done upon her and she saw the awful confirmation

of her fears and the others of her face, she caught her breath and drained towards slower

wooded husband, later trembling old hand upon his, there was a long silence, he was caught

in the machinery, said the visitor at length in a low voice, caught in the machinery, we

applied Mr. White in a day's fashion, yes, he sat stirring but got to window and taking

his life's hand between his own, pressed it as if he had been want to do and our old

courty-n-day snowy 40 years before, he was the only one left to us, he said turning gently

to the visitor, it is hard, gathered coughed and rising, walks holly to the window, the firm

wish me to convey their sincere sympathy with you in a great lost, he said about looking

around, a beg that you will understand I am only their servant in merely obeying orders,

there was no reply, the old woman's face was white, her eyes staring and her breath

inaudible, on the husband's face with a look that has this bright thurgent mediocrity

into his first action, I was to say that Ma and Macon's disclaimed all responsibility

and you did the other, they met no liability at all, but in consideration of your son's

services, they was to present you with a certain summer's composition, Mr. White dropped

his wife's hand and right into his feet, gaze of a look of horror at his visitor, his

drive looked shaped the words, how much, two hundred pounds was the answer, when conscious

of his wife's streak, the old man smiled faintly but out his hand like a lightless man and

dropped, a senseless heap to floor, in a huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the

old people buried either dead and came back to a house deep in shadow and silence, it

was all over so quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, remained in a state

of expectation as though something else to happen, something else which was too lightened

this load, too heavy for old hearts to bear, but the days passed and the expectation

gave place to rex nation, the hopeless resignation of the old, sometimes miscalled apathy, sometimes

they hardly exchanged the word, for now they had nothing to talk about and their days

were long too weiriness, it was about a week after that the old man, walking silently

into the night, stretched out his hand and found himself alone, the room was in darkness,

and the sound of subdued weeping came from the window, he raised himself and beddened

and listened, come back he said tenderly, you will be cold, it is colder for my son,

said the old woman and wept of fresh, the sound of her sob died away on his ears, the bed

was warm and his eyes heavy of sleep, he dosed fitfully and then slept until a sudden

walled a cry from a sip of welcome with a start, the pa, she cried wadly, the monkey's pa,

he started up in a alarm, where, where is it, what's the matter, he came stumbling across

the room toward him, I want it, he said, quietly, you've not destroyed it, isn't the pauler

on the bracket he replied Marlene, why, she cried and laughed together and bending over

kissed his cheek, I only just thought of it he said hysterically, why didn't I think

of it before, why didn't you think of it, think of what he questioned, the utter two wishes

he replied rapidly, we've only had one, was that not enough, he demanded fiercely, no

shriek hydrant before we, we'll have one more, go down and get it quickly, and wish

her boy alive again, the man sat up in bed and flung the bed clothes against his quaking

limbs, good god, you are mad, he cried a gas, get it, she panted, get it quickly, in wish,

oh my boy, my boy, her husband struck a match and let the candle go back to bed he

stared unstudily, you don't know what you are saying, we at the first wish granted

said the old woman, feverishly, why not the second, a coincidence, stammered the old man,

go get it in wish, cried his wife, quivering of excitement, the old man turned and regarded

her in his wish shook, he has been dead ten days and besides he, I would not tell you

else, but I can only recognize him by his clothing, if he was too terrible for you to

see then, how now, bring him back, cried the old woman and dragged him towards the door,

do you think I heard a child have nursed, he went down the darkness and thought his way

to the parlor and then to the mental place, the tell his men was in its place and a horrible

fear that the unspoken wish might bring his meditated son before him or he could escape,

from the room seized upon him, and he caught his breath as he found that yet lost the direction

of the door, his brow cold of sweat, he thought his way around the table and grouped along

the wall until he found himself in the small passage when unwholesome thing in his hand,

and his wife's facing change as in the room, it was why it was an expectant and to his

fears, he was never unknowable upon it, he was afraid of her, wish, he cried in a strong

voice, this foolish and wicked he faltered, wish repeated his wife, he raised his hand,

I wish my son alive again, the tell his man fell to the floor and he regarded it fearfully,

and he sank trembling in who a tear as the old woman with burning eyes walked to the window

and raised a blind, he sat until he was chilled with the cold, counting occasionally at the

figure of the old woman praying for the window, the candle end which had burned the blood

of one of the china candlestick was throwing pulsating shadows on the ceiling and walls,

until the flicker larger than the rest it expired, the old man went unspeakable sense of relief

at the cannular up to the house man, crept back to his bed, and admitted her to afterward,

the old woman came silently and alphabetically beside him, neither spoke, but they silently

listened to a ticking at the clock, a stare creaked in a squeaky mouse squirried nervously

food a wall, the darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time, screwing up

his courage, he took the box of matches and striking one went downstairs for a candle,

at the foot of the stairs, the match went out, and he paused to strike another, and at the

same moment a knock, so quiet and stealthily as it be scarcely audible, sounded on the front

door, the matches fell from his hand and spilled in the pathage, he stood motionless, his

breath suspended until the knock was repeated, then he turned in fled-scliffly back to his

room and coated her behind him, a third knock sounded through the house, what's that,

the old woman starting up, a rat, set the old man in shaking tones, a rat, it passed

me on the stairs, his wife sat up and bed listening, a loud knock resounded through the house,

it's herbert, if he screamed, it's herbert, if he ran to the door, but her husband was

before her, and kept in your body arm, hooded tightly, what are you going to do, you whispered

horsefully, this is my boy, it's herbert, she cried, struggling mechanically, I forgot

it was two miles away, what are you holding me for, let go, I must open the door, for God's

sake, don't let it in, cried the old man, trembling, you're afraid of your own son,

she cried, struggling, let me go, I'm coming herbert, I'm coming, there was another knock,

and another, the old woman of a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room, her husband

fouled to the landing, and called out there her appealingly, as she hurried downstairs,

he heard the chain rattle in the bottom bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket, then

the old woman's voice strained in panting, the bolt she cried aloud, would we come down,

I can't reach it, but her husband was on his hands and knees, groping wildly on the

floor, entered the pot, if he could only find it before the thing outside got in, a perfect

few slot of knocks reverberated throughout the house, and he heard the scraping of a chair

as his wife put it down in the path it against the door, he heard the creaking of the bolt

as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the monkey's pop, and frantically

breathed to third and last wish, the knocking seas suddenly, although the echoes of it were

still in the house, he heard the chair drawn back in the door open, a cold twin rushed

up to staircase, and a long, loud wailed disappointment and misery from his wife, gave him

courage to run down to her side, and then hit a gate beyond, the street lamp looking opposite

shown on a quiet and deserted road.

End of the monkey's paw