The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-12-28

alley. Ec squealed while entering the
yard. He stood there and looked about
hi1-l and squealed.
@Nhat does he mean by thatT
.reried Mrs. Bowser.
Its just his playful way, ma'am.
That pig is like a kitten. He'll be a
JOY to the house. You'll hear him the
| first thing IN the morning and the last
thing at hight, and there won't be
any need to keep parrots or canaries
around"
as it a little German band that I'm
to listen to all day long," asked the
cook of Mrs. Bowser. but the latter
made no reply She couldn't think of
anything to say.
Squeals Attract Attention.
Two hours later Mr.. Bowser dropped
OF the ear half block from home.
Pedestrians Were looking and listen
in.. There was a sound in the air like
a bad boy drawing the teeth of saw
across iron The nearer he got to
home the louder and more chilling the
sounds AS he went up the front steps
his teeth We're fairly on edge, and he
said to Mrs. Bowser at the door:
For heavens sake, why haven't you
telephoned for policeman to stop that
no. se?"
She beckoned him to follow her down
| the hall and to d back window in the
| sitting room. She threw it up and
pointed to the pigpen and said:
Your pig is there, and he has kept
this noise up for three long hours with
out break"
'Oh, it's the pig, Ell? Well, why
didn't you feed him."
I'VE have carried out everything we
could think Of, but he won't even look
at food. Why on earth did you go and
buy pig?"
"Come, now, my dear woman. don't
get excited. l was offered Wiltshire
pig at bargain. You know we have
quit buying bacon at the butcher shops.
If we have any for the winter we must
/ raise it for ourselves
! She beckonel him to come out and
| look at the pig. Their presence was
\
| squeals. and the animal began leaping
up and gnashing its teeth.
| Animal Was Lean.
"How many years do you think 1t
will take you to get bacon out of that?'
asked Mrs. Bowser. Hes like plank,
| with four wooden legs under him.
But that's the way with all Wilt
! shires, my dear -Four weeks of food
and contentment will make rolly poly
| pig out of him. | want to kill him
! along about Thanksgiving time. I'll
make the sweetest. incest bacon out of
at cur own table anu eating bacon of
/ our own raising"
I And think of those squeals lasting
night and day for two months" she
| replied as she put her fingers in her
| ears
" -e-s. He wants sour milk
! Mr.. Bowser went to the dairy and got
! sour milk. He went to the feed store
/ and got corn. He went to the grocery
and got meal. The pig would notice
none OF them. He simply stood and
! sauealed and sguealed, interrupt in Z
| himself now and then in an effort to
+! spring high enough to bite Mr.. Bow
SER Seven or eight boys gathered on
the alley fence. Four tramps entered
| by an alley gate and proffered advice
| A policeman came along and observed
that what the pig was signing for was
! about 1900 whacks with a club.
| The Bowsers went in to dinner
They didn't have music by the band
| as they ate but music from the pig.
! An African savage would have found
sweet melody in those squeals. They
were as monotonous as a deaf and
dumb boy pounding on the bottom Of
a dishpan.
well what are you going to dol"
asked Mrs. Bowser after half an hour
of it.
Needed Petting.
when we have finished dinner
! shall go out and scratch his back with
chip. 1t has just occurred to me
that he has been raised pet and is
squealing because he misses the little
attentions he Is used to. The minute
he feels chip raking along his spine
| he will be as. quiet as lamb. You
know l must have bacon for break
fast, Mrs. Bowser, and you know that
| it must be crisp and
The squeals from the back yard had
become heartrending, and the dinner
was left untouched. No sooner had
Mr.. Bowser MAIZE his appearance at
the back door than something ran
against him and sent him sprawling.
1t was that pig. He had jumped the
pen at last and was taking canter
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