The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1906-10-21

common powers of ration and intelli
> gence. He walked half across the roor
>, on his hind legs a while ago.
Well, I'm going back to bed say
I. See if you can impress it upon you
= friends ideas of intelligence that he
= not to make so much noise
"He was hungry says RUFF. Hell
, go to sleep and keep quiet nov
1 always get up before breakfast ant
read the morning paper whenever
happen to be within the radius of
Hoe cylinder or a Washington hand
press. The next morning got up ear
ly, and found the Lexington daily OF
the front porch where the carrier hat
thrown it. The first thing 1 saw in i
was a double-column ad on the from
page that read like this:
FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS
REWARD.
The above amount will be paid and
. no questions asked, for the return, aliH t
AMI Uninjured, of Beppo. the famous
Fare can educated pig, that strayed OIL
vas stolen from the side-show tents OF
Binkley Bros circus last night.
GEORGE B. TAPLEY,
> Business Manager.
i At the circus grounds
II folded up the paper flat, put it into
my inside pocket, and went to Rufe's
room. He was nearly dressed, and was
feeding the pig the rest of the milk and
some apple-peelings.
Wen, we'll well; good morning all,
1 says, hearty and amiable. so we are
up? And piggy is having his breakfast.
What had you intended doing with that
pig, Rufe?"
| .GETy1o hin,
Rufe, and express him to ma in Mount
Nebo. He'll be company for her while
/ am away.
! He's a mighty fine pig says I,
scratching him on the back.
g You called him lot of names last
night says RUFF.
! "'Oh, Well says I, he looks better
: to me this morning. l was raised on a
! farm, and I'm very fond of pigs.
used to go to bed at shutdown, so
never saw one by lamplight before Tell
| you what I'll do. Rufe,' I says. I'll
give you ten dollars for that pig
| Il reckon 1 wouldn't sell this shoat,'
says he. If it was any other one
might
! why not this one?' I asked. fear
full that he might know something.
Why, because says he, sit
was the grandest achievement of my
life. There amt airy other man that
could have done it. If 1 ever have
fireside and children, I'll sit beside it
and tell 'em how their daddy toted off
a shoat from a whole circus full of peo-
pie And maybe my grandchildren, too.
They'll certainly be proud a whole pas
sci. Why says he, there was two
/ tents one openin into the other. This
shoat was on platform, tied with
| little chain. I seen a giant and a lady
with a fine chance of bushy white hair
! in the other tent. I got the shoat and
, crawled out from under the canvas
again without him squeakin' as loud as
mouse. 1 put him under my coat,
and L must have passed a hundred
folks before 1 got out - here the streets
was dark. 1 reckon I wouldn't sell that
shoat, Jeff. I'd want ma to keep it, so
there'd be witness to what 1 done.
" The pig won't live long enough
1 says, to use as an exhibit in your
senile fireside mendacity. Your grand
children will have to take your word
Tor it. I'll gave you one hundred dol
lars for the ANIMAL
"Rufe looked at me astonshed.
The shoat can't be worth anything
like that to YOU he says. What do
you want him for?
Viewing me casuistically.' says L
with a rare smile, you wouldn't think
that I've got an artist side to my tenn
per. But I have. I'm a collector of
pigs. I've secured the world for I'M
usual pigs. Over in the Wabash Val
ley I've got a hog ranch with most
every specimen on it, from a Merino
to a Poland China. This looks like a
hIOcTaH mic tn
believe it's a genuine Berkshire. That's
why I'd like to have it.
I'D shore like to accommodate you
says he, but I've got the artistic tene-
ment, too. 1 don't see why it amt art
when you can steal a shoat better than
anybody else can. Shoats is a kind Of
inspiration and genius with me.
Specially this one. I wouldn't take two
hundred and fifty for that animal
Now listen says I, wiping off my
forehead. It's not so much a matter
o. business with me as it is art; and
not so much art as it is philanthrophy.
Being a connoisseur and dissemination.
of pigs, L wouldn't feel like I'd done my
duty to the world unless I added that
Berkshire to my collection. Not in
trfnsicaI,y. but according to the ethics
Of pigs as friends and coadjutors Of
manhlnd, L offer you nVe hundred DOL
lars for the animal
jeff says this pork esthete, it
amt money; it's sentiment with me-
Seven hundred says I.
Make it eight hundred. says Rufe,
and I'll crush the sentiment out Of
my heart
Il went under my clothes for my
money-belt, and counted him out forty