Mr. White took the paw from his poc

Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to me I've got all I want."

"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?" said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."

His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down at the piano and struck a few impressive chords.

"I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.

A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him.

"It moved, he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished it twisted in my hands like a snake."

"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."

"It must have been your fancy, father," said his wife, regarding him anxiously.

He shook his head. "Never mind, though; 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 higher than ever, and the old man started nervously at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.

"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good-night, "and something horrible squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains."

He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire, and seeing faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed.

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Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I do not know what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to Me I've got all I Want."

"If You only cleared the House, You'd be quite Happy, You would not?". said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish for Two Hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."

His Father, Shamefacedly Smiling at his own Credulity, held up the Talisman, as his Son, with a Solemn Face somewhat marred by a wink at his Mother. , SAT Struck down at the Piano and a few chords Impressive.

"I wish for Two Hundred pounds," said the Old Man distinctly.

A Fine Crash greeted the Words from the Piano, Interrupted by a shuddering Cry from the Old Man. His Wife and Son ran toward Him.

"It moved, He cried, with a glance of disgust at the Object as it lay on the floor." As I wished it Twisted in My Hands like a Snake. "

" Well, I Don '. T See the Money, "said his Son, as He picked it up and Placed it on the Table," and I Bet I Shall Never. "

" It must have been your fancy, Father, "said his Wife, regarding Him anxiously.

He shook his head. "Never mind, though; 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 Higher than Ever, and the Old Man Started nervously at the Sound of. Upstairs a door banging. A Silence unusual and depressing settled upon all Three, which lasted until the Rose Old Couple to retire for the Night.

"I'll Find You expect the Big Cash tied up in a bag in the MIDDLE of your Bed,. "said Herbert, as He bade them good-Night," and Something Horrible squatting up on top of the Wardrobe Watching You as You Pocket your ill-gotten gains. "

He SAT alone in the Darkness, gazing at the Dying Fire, and Seeing. faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed.

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Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don "t know what to, wish for and that" s a fact," he said. Slowly. "It seems to me I "ve got all I want.""If you only cleared, the house you "d be, quite happy wouldn" t you?" said Herbert with his, hand on his shoulder. "Well,, Wish for two, hundred pounds then; that "ll just do it. "His father smiling shamefacedly, at his own credulity held up, the talisman as his, son with a, solemn face somewhat marred. By a wink at his mother sat down, at the piano and struck a few impressive chords."I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.A fine crash from the piano greeted, the words interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward. Him."It, cried moved he, a with glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor." As I wished it twisted in my hands. Like a snake. ""Well I, don "t see the money," said, his son as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall.""It must have been, your fancy father," said his wife regarding him, anxiously.He shook his head. "Never, mind though; 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 higher than ever and the,, Old man started nervously at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon, all three. Which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night."I expect you "ll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert as he, bade, them good-night. "And something horrible squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains."He sat alone in the darkness gazing at, the dying fire and seeing, faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian. That he gazed at it in amazement. It got so, vivid that with a little uneasy laugh he felt, on the table for a glass containing. A little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey "s paw and with, a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat. And went up to bed.