Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-02-11

There we visited our relatives anu
dined, Aunt Esther meantime con-
tracing for a small "porker," which.
after much squealipg, and many DEM
onstrations Of obstinacy, was placed in
box and strapped on the back part Of
our vehicle. The box was curious
piece of roughness, and the pig partly
visible, so, as will be readily seen, an
other attractive feature was added to
our turnout. After we started, the
pig, weary. with fruitloss efforts to ts-
cape, remained very quiet for some
time, until it WAS aroused from its leth-
argy by traveller whom Aunt Esther
called upon for that purpose.
won't you see if that ere pig is
dead -? " she asked of him.
What pig? he replied. I'm sure
| don't see no pig"
why, the pig 8 10 the back end of the
kerridge," she said, upon which the man
began to poke about the box with his
cane, finally arousing the sleeper.
Now. amt that the likeliest pig you
ever did see ?" continued my aunt, as
the little fellow became noisy.
well, it'll dew" he said, casting a
glance at me and passing on.
Soon after, my aunt called at a very
stylish farm house, for the purpose, she
said, Of getting bit to cat, as she felt
rather faint. Four or five well-dressed
people were playing croquet on the
lawn when she drove up, but they all
retreated to tho rear of the house, ap-
parently exploding with laughter. l
entreated her to drive on, bat she cared
for none of them, and alighted, hitched
the nag" and then stood and pleaded
some time with me to go into the no
with her.
Fearing she would go into one of her
fits if did not crafty her, stepped
out of the vehicle and followed her.
She was slightly acquainted with the
lady of the house, who, probably to
get rid of us as soon as possible, set
some food on table, and my aunt was
soon eating. kept my veil over my
face the whole time. refusing to eat a
morsel, while Aunt Esther at9 heartily
and talked very glibly. L could now
and then overhear q word, and knew
very we'll she was telling most marvel
GUS stories of the smartness of her
niece who went to the seminary at
H, making me more and more
ashamed every moment. Before we
started, our host and hostess were
called to the kerridge to look at the
wonderful pig, who, on being looked
at, squealed very loudly again, adding
greatly to the merriment of the young
people, who had resumed their croquet.
When We passed the college again the
students nearly exploded with laug
and was glad when we were out Of
their sight. As we neared our village
! said to aunt
"Now the horse is tired, and I will
get out and walk the rest of the way
home"
Ono you don't!" the shrewd old lady
said; and she whipped up the old Great
ure, whereupon he started on faster
than ever had seen him go before.
Upon this the pig set up squealing
that startled the inmates of every house
we passed. drew my veil tighter if
possible, feeling that I never could
survive this modification.
made very little conversation with
her the rest of the way home, but gave
her to understand this was tho last ride
1 would ever take with her.
Oh, you are so awful proud!" she
said. "What's the use ont, any way?"
A few months after, Aunt Esther
died; and although her memory is
cherished, very little respect was ever
paid to her old horse and kerridge."