The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1906-11-23

QueEleu nEs- DO"SeE.
Its just his playful way, ma'am.
That pig is like a kitten. He'll be q
joy to the house. You'll hear him the
first thing In the morning and the last
thing at night, and there won't be
any need to keep parrots or canaries
around"
as it a little German band that In
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.
SaueaIs Attract Attention.
Two hours later Mr.. Bowser dropped
off the car half q block from home.
Pedestrians were looking and listen
ing. There was a sound in the air like
a bad boy drawing the teeth of a 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 were fairly on edge, and he
said to Mrs. Bowser at the door:
For heavens sake, why haven't you
t~elephoned for a policeman to stop thai
, noise?'
She beckoned him to follow her down
the hall and to a 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 a break"
"Oh, it's the pig, eh? Well, why
didn't yoI iced him."
eve have carried out everything we
could think Of, but he won't even look
at food. Why on earth did you go and
buy a pig?'
"COme, now, my dear woman, don't
get excited. / was offered a Wiltshire
pig at q 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 beckoned him to come III and
look at the pig. Their presence was
greeted with a shriller edge to the
squeals, and the animal began leaping
up and gnashing its teeth.
Animal Was Lean.
Glow many years do you think j,
will take you to get bacon out Of that!
asked Mrs. Bowser. Hes like a 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 a rolly poly
pig out Of him. l want to kill him
along about Thanksgiving time. III
make the sweetest, incest bacon out OF
him you ever tasted. Think Of sitting
at our own table and eating bacon Of
our own raising."
| "And think of those squeals lasting
night and day for two months!" she
replied as she put her fingers in hel
ears.
Yes. He wants sour milk"
Mr.. Bowser went to the dairy and got
SOU 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 anG
squealed and squealed, interruptine
himself now and then In an effort tt
spring high enough to bite Mr.. Bow
ser. Seven or eight boys gathered or
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 banC
as they ate, but music from b pig
An African savage would have found
sweet melody in those squeals. The!
were as mOnotonous as a deaf ant
dumb boy pounding on the bottom O.
q dishp0n.
"WoIl. what are you going to dO|
asked Mrs. Bowser after half an hou
OF it.
Needed Petting.
"Vhen we have finished dinner
shall go out and scratch his back will
q chip. It has just occurred to M
that he has been raised a pet and i
sCueaIing because he misses the LITTLE
attentions he is used to. The minute
he feels d chip raking along his spin
he will be as quiet rs q lamb. 1o'
know | must have bacon for break
fast. Mrs. Bowser, and you know tina
x must he crisp and
The SQuoals from the back yard ha
become heartrending. and the Dime
was left untouched. No soOner ha
Mr.. Bowser made his appearance 8
the back door han something RI
against him and sent him sprawlin.
It was that pig. He had jumped til
pen at last and was taking a cante
around the yard. His squeals had b.
come shrieks. and there were NOR
than fifty spectators to applaud. N
Bowser scrambled up and armed hin
self with a clothes prop n heade
the procession. The pig circled tn
yard three times and then went out
the alley gate with a farewell squea
- to be seer never, no. never, again
The crowd gave three cheers, the boy
rushed in and tore the pen down an
escaped with the boards. and as tw
Arht sottlod InUn and the crickf