The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-02-02
CHAPTER u (Continued)

rakishly over his ear, made his way
from the casino
'I'll learn Maggie who's tn fore.
man O. this gang he declared, bel
ligerently, as he hailed his automo
bile. ''I'll show her thing r two,
be hivins. I'm little behind tn
time in doin' it, but better late than
too early, as tn felly says" and he
clambered into the tonneau of his
car. AN as a shtarter. I'll show
her how to fix up this Chinee pagoda
we've rinted so it'll look like home"
He turned to the chauffeur.
"Alphonse," he said with lofty
dignity, take me to a place where
they kape pigs"
Pardon, m'sieur?" queried the
chauffeur, wonderingly
"A place." yelled Mr.. Casey i'm
patiently, where they kape pigs,
Where they k-a-ap-e ptg-g-g-s," he
spelled vociferously What tn div
vle's tn matther wild you? Can't
We understan Inglish?'
But where?" pleaded the chauf.
feur.
How tn ell d. know" howled
Mr. Casey. That's what hire you
fr, aint it? r ye cant find pig,
ye're bum chowfer, an hereafter
I'll fire yez an chowf fr mesilf. be
hivins!"
The chauffeur SAID no more but
amazedly chtched into the high
sped and turned down a side street.
He had worked for many an eccen-
trio plutocrat. But this was some
thing beyond his experience. How
ever, he was wise in--and, if you
will pardon the patois, wise to-his
generation; so he knew that it was
but for him to keep running about
until such a time as they could
chance upon the desired pigs, or
until his employer should change his
mind
Beyond the city limits they passed |
and into the country; and all the
while Mr. Casey sat in his great,
red car, telling himself what he
would do, and how he would do it
building great. green air-castles, full
of stubby, ,stemmed, black clay pipes,
and pigs, and surrounded with thick,
green turf--castles in which he could
take off his shoes and his coat when
he got home of evenings, and put his
stocknged feet on the parlor mante,
or in the oven and blow smoke into
the curtains, and throw ashes on the
floor. There wouldn't be any children
there, to be sure-and he gulped a
little, as he so thOught-but every
other possibility of comfort that
childless old age might possess
would be there.
They were moving swiftly along
through the gathering dusk. OF a
sudden, above the rushing of the
wind, there came to the ears of
chauffeur and owner at once. a cho-
rus of hurried, pager, choking
grunts. Whereat the driver of the
big seven-passenger car threw out his
clutch, threw on his brake. and
brought his machine to a quick stop
in the middle of a cloud of dust
"Ze pegs, mseur," he announced,
triumphantly; for he had learned
to make the most of opportunity
and to link arms with Fate when
ever possible.
But Mr.. Casey was already out of
the car and making his way in the
direction whence came the sound.
Clambering puffingly over rail
fence and toddling wheezily across
a ploughed field Mr.. Casey made
his way around the corner of big.
red barn; and there his delighted
little eyes fell upon a great sty full ,
Of pigs to which a farmer, with a
great excess OF hirsute adornment
and a great lack of bonhomie, was
fasting the remnants of the days nu.
-ritional delights.
Good avenin, greeted Mr.. Casey ]
politely .
The farmer slowly dumped all
hat remained Of the contents of the $
Iail into the sty and then. turning, ;
'yed Mr.. Casey suspiciously. ,
Thin is fine pigs" asserted Mr.. {
Casey, critically with his head on .
me side. surveying them with the s
lir of a connoisseur. |
'Um-ah,' returned the possessor '
If porcine perfection, on-committal- a
Y. q
Il want TO buy some av Thin" {
continued Mr.. Casey. "Th. shpotted r
van, there, an the ould wan wild Q