The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-01-30

natural for pig to live 10 clean, /
say. Why, Mr.. Bristol even turns the
hose on him once week, and that's
what's the matter now. The pig has
caught cold from being, too Clean
Nonsense" returned Violet. who
ever heard of any one thriving In dirtf
If Frank must raise pigs I'm glad they
are nice clean pigs in q cement pig
PEN
"HumpA!" was AIMS reply az she
followed the dAintlly dressed girl to
the cement wall.
''Ah. here is eatel Shall we 60 and
! look insideT asked Violet, and with
out waiting for AIMS reply she moved
toward the patent gate, Ann trotting
close behind. The sight that met their
eyes glued them to the patent gate.
Around and around the circular pen
raced the weary form Of the model
farmer Behind him trotted With dog
ged persisteney the dyspeptic pig.
Whenever Bristol showed a tendency
to slaeken his gait the pig sGrunted and
cantered faster.
Once the pig darted into the covered
sleeping pen. and Bristol shot to the
door and endeavored to roll the sliding
portal to its place, but Ia vain. Il
stuck, and ere Bristol could move it
the pig dashed out again. shooting the
model farmer to an ignominious posi-
tion on the straw OF the pen.
Thoroughly angry, Bristol swung the
boat hook at the beast only 70 have the
slippery handle slide through his hands
to the far side of the pen,
Now he was without a weapon Then
the pig charged him again, grunting
angrily.
he did not dare look at the gate,
though he was conscious Of feminine
forms standing there. He was too ex-
cited to wonder what Violet Sloan was
doing there. He was mentally COM
posing letter to be written to the aI-s
thor Of the article In the farm manual
on "Dyspepsia In Pigs. In this I'm
agtnary letter there were many under
scored words and countless exclama-
ton points and innumerable interroga-
ton points.
He. was still doing this humiliating
marathon around the scientifically
built pigpen when he heard an In
dignant cry from Ann Dahgier. From
the corner of his eye,' as ne ran ahead
Of the pig, he saw Violet Sloan snatch
Ann DANGERS pink sunbonnet from
her tow colored head, saw ViOlet's
1.-THE form slip inside the potent gate,
saw her intercept the pig with, one
dash OF the pink bonnet and witness
ed an instant later that animal rush
ing to the far aide Of the Enclosure
with frightened sQueals, while the
pink sunbonnet was tied over his snout
and eyes.
Hurry through-dearr' cried Violet
Sloan, holding the gate open for her
one time lover to escape.
AS the gate slammed behind them
Ann Dangier dounced toward the
house, her sunBonnetless head held
high In the air-s very model Of sean-
dalixed virtue.
"DearR' she shifted, CONTEMPORARY
as she rocked to and fro In the calico
covered kitchen rocker. Call him
dear "a man wouldn't look at twicel
l wonder who she tsT
At that instant Mr. Bristol appeared
at the door. leading Violent Sloan by
the hand. They both looked very
happy. Fl suppose you wonder who
this lady is,a Ann Dangler." remarked
Bristol pleasantly. This is now Miss
Sloan. Later on she will be Mrs. Bris-
toll and the boss Of the model farmr
But no more dyspeptic pigs" said
Violet decislvely. Poor Frank has
run or all the flesh he gained by be-
ing in the country here. and the pig is
dead-dead as q doornail!''
And the local veterinarian declared
that the pig died of acute dyspepsia.
induced by too violent exercise after
eating.
Ann Dangler insisted that it was be-
cause the pig was too scientifically
clean.
Ben Daley said it must have been
the way the wind was.
Violet Sloan and Frank Brlstol-and
they were the only two whose opinion
on the subject mattered. as the pig
was dead-did not say word. They
had not heard anything except their
own voices. discussing theswedding de-
tails.