Evening journal., 1909-05-28
WIDOW TABOR'SHOG
BY M. QUAD.


Dor, down in the village, hSd owned a
hog For three years the animal had
been known as "the widows hog" to
distinguish him from the half hundred
other hogs permitted to meander
around. The villagers told tales about
that hog. de was tall and long and
rangy. He was ever hungry. He was
a fighter. He was a destroyer of gar
dens and the happiness of the owners
thereof. He deserved death by the
hands Of gun. AK or club. but he had
been spared because he was owned by
a widow.
The Widows hog had waited a rea-
sonable length of time and then paid
a visit to the newcomer and rooted up
half an acre of potatoes. Silas Strong
was slow TO anger, but he couldn't
stand that After vainly trying to
catch the hog be set himself to locate
the owner. When this had been done
he put on his Sunday suit and made a
call. He had the damages figured up
and knew just what he was going to
say. The Widow Tabor wasn't expect
ing him. but she was not a bit fiustrat-
ed. Mr.. Strong had hardly begun his
story Of infamy on the part Of the hog
when be was interrupted with:
Dear. dear me. but ] am so sorry.
I wish he wouldn't act this way. Mr..
Strong, have just been making some
elderberry wine. and wish you would
give me your opinion on it."
XUhnn ha knd dane an ch ocf-oI
other opinion about blackberry jam,
and from that she insisted that he sam
pie a custard pie, and when he finally
started home he had forgiven the hog
and had good opinion of the widow.
These sentiments were not lasting.
Only a week had passed when the
same hog tore his way through a stout
fence and did some more roofing.
Silas Strong was stirred to the utter
most by the outrage. The widow and
the hog shared his invectives alike. AS
soon as he could get his breath and
breakfast he set out for the village.
He may have been expected, for the
door was opened to him with a sweet
smile. and before he could utter a
MoAu lut WluOW bdlus
Il am very glad to see you. One OF
the legs of the cook stove has fallen
out. and do wish you'd fix # for me-"
The leg was no sooner in place than
the widow mentioned that she was
afraid the mother" in the vinegar
barrel on the sunny side of the house
was dead, and she took Silas out to
see. He gave his opinion. and then
she asked bis advice about keeping
Leghorn chickens instead of Brahmas,
and the upshot was that he went away
without bringing the thunders Of heav-
en- upon her head. He got as far as to
say that the hog had paid him another
visit. but she changed the conversation
to the coming circus, and he found
himself on his way home in a puzzled
frame Of mind. He wanted to forgive
the widow without forglying the hog,
but as they seemed TO be one and in
separable how was it to be brought
about2 Sias bothered over this mat
ter for ten days and then got up one
morning to find another battlefield be-
fore his eyes. The widows hog had
made the third unannounced visit He
had rooted up the soil. and he bad
chewed up things. He had spared
neither age nor sex. It was simply a
| gigantic case Of malicious trespass and
deserved death at once. As Silas could
not catch him and administer the
death stroke, he took a bite to eat and
then started for Liverpool. a village
five miles away. AS soon as he got
there he laid the widow and the hog
and the trespass before the lawyer,
and when the latter had got the de-
/ tails he said:
ITS the plainest case I ever had
The hog has got to die"
Silas Strong felt an elation as be
started for home. The law was be-
hind him. and the law was to vindi-
cate him. He had given the widow
and her hog a chance. but they had
not taken advantage Of 1t. At the end
of mile or so. however, this elation
began to lose its edge. and ten minutes
later be was wishing that he hadn't
been so prompt. Durn the hog. but
Mrs. Tabor was n widow. She had
given him pleasant greeting. She had
asked his advice She had fed him
custard pie. She may have been left
that hog as a heritage, and she
couldn't be expected to either kill him
or follow him around nights. Silas
was feeling rather ashamed OF his
movements when be came upon fe.
male sitting on the bank Of the high,
way aId weeping. Standing in the
middle Of the road was an old horse
and buggy belonging to a party in
Fowleryille. The harness had broken
and the outfit had come TO a stand
still. The woman was recognized al
once as the Widow Tabor. AS Silas
descended from his rig she rose W
and tearfully welcomed him.
1t was the duty Of Silas Strong tc
comfort her. He did his duty, some
of 1t with an arm around her waist
he had forgotten hogs and lawyer:
and cases of trespass when he saw q
man driving up whom he recognized
as a constable He was on his way
to Fowlerville 20 serve the summons
might as well turn around" an
nounced Silas.
But whyT
"A feller can't sue his own wife, car
he9'