The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-01-30
BriStOl'S
Dyspeptic Pig
Story Of an Up to Date
Farmer
BY cLARIssA MAcKIE

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did there appear to be gladness in the
soul Of the owners pig. That stout
black bristled beast lay inertly on 9
bed Of clean straw against the clear
wall of its scientifically built cement
pen.
The model farmer sat on the top OF
the cement wall watching his blach
pig with anxious eyes. The pig had
been lying there since morning, scarce
| ~ noticing the trough full of sweet
milk and potato parings that Bristol's
housekeeper had reluctantly placed
there.
Sweet milk's too good for pigs, Mr.
Bristol" Ann Dangler had said as
sharply as she dared
| Sweet food makes sweet pork" re
| piled the model farmer coolly, and Anr
had tossed her head and returned tC
her kitchen to bang the pots and ket
ties about.
ut looks as If it was going to make
dead pork this time" she grumbled.
| Quite regardless Of Ann DANGERS
| opinions, Frank Bristol continued ia
sit on the wall Of his pigpen and con
| template the PROSTATE form of its soil
| tary occupant. He was a handsome
| pig, sleek and clean, as befltted a pig
living in a scientifically built and clean
| ly pen. But he was ailing. For two
days he had moped around the pei
and refused to eat of the delicious
food set forth by the highly scandal
lied housekeeper
cts Indigestion" concluded the
model farmer, again consulting the
farm manual issued by his alma mater
the agricultural college he attended
This book says to compel the ami.
NAL to take exercise-prod 1t with q
stick until it runs violently around
| its Enclosure. This mode Of treat
| ment, combined with a feeding of thin
Cruel, formed of two parts Of white
cornmeal to one part of skimmilk, will
soon restore the pig to normal health
Huml guess I'll go and tell Ann to
make the Cruel"
MAKE Cruel for sick pig-neverF'
cried Ann Dangler when Mr.. Bristol
mildly made this suggestion, waving
the farm manual as authority.
why not. Amir
Because it's all nonsense Leave
him alone, Mr.. Bristol, and he'll be
| all right He's too clean to be real
healthy. Why, pigs has been raised
for years and years In all kinds Of
| pens, and / never heard of one being
sick before This ones took cold from
your turning the hose on him the other
day"
"If you'll have the Cruel ready at
A o'clock I'll come in for it," was Mr..
Bristols reply to this pointed ha-
rangue.
When she was alone Ann Dangler
meekly stirred the fire and set on q
| kettle of SKINNED milk. That was al.
ways the way these arguments with
Frank Bristol ended. 1t was apparent
that there was room for only one
boss" on the model farm.
Meanwhile Bristol had provided him
self with the necessary prod in the
shape Of a boathook and had made
his way TO the pigpen.
The animal was breathing heavily,
now and then granting bass note.
Frank Bristol opened the patent
gate and stepped inside. closing the
gate behind him. He went up be-
hind the unsuspecting porker and prod
| ded him gently with the sharp end
| Of the boathook.
With an astonished sQueal the pig
bounded from his bed and ran to the
farther corner of the pen.
What are you doing In thereT de-
handed . nasal voice.
Bristol turned around. "Ah, Mr..
Daley, how are you todayf"
Pretty fair. Don't seem to be moth
ing the matter with your pig"
"Im forcing him to take a little ex-
ercise," said Bristol, once more Jab-
binG the pig with the boat hook and
sidestepping as the animal raced
around the pen. Hes got bad case
Of Indigestion. and I'm trying to cure
it."
Ben Daley opened capacious mouth
and roared "Who ever heard Of pig
| having INDIGESTION he questioned be-
| tween roarR. "If he's RELY sick. Mr..
Bristol, you better make him up mess
Of hog fennel and make him drink it.
Thaell do him more good than running
around like that. Hawgs waren't Gre
ated to take vilent exercise. 'Tain't
their natur' SO to do"
"This-one -seems-to-take-to it.
pretty-naturallyi" puffed Bristol, as
he lodged to and fro. getting in jabs at
| the Infatuated pig.
you mark my words, young man,
you'll have that there pig chasing you
before long, was Ben Daleyss ominous
| parting when he went
Frank Bristol had realized this al
ready. Whatever had been the matter
with his pet pig. the animal had ap-
peared to have recovered from the NAL
ady with unexpected rapidity and. try
as he might. the model farmer could
not escape from the path Of the charg
| ing beast long enough to unfasten the
patent gate and get out OF the pen.
Now and then the race around the
Enclosure reached stage when Frank
Bristol was in pursuit OF the pig. but
| that was when the pig fell behind q
| little. Once Frank turned and yelled
"Shoow at the pig. just as a woman
would have done, but the pig only
dropped his snout to the ground and
charged at him.
"T-wish- -hadn't-made- this-wail
quite -s-o-highr' painted Frank Bris-
! toll as he lodged sudden feint Of the
pig and was finally compelled to jump
clear over the animal.
'T-wish = A-Ann Dangler - would
bring-ou that gru-u-eIy' he said later,
as he stumbled over the trough and
arose with one hand dripping with
milk. This time the pig nearly reached
him. He managed to jab again at the
pig. and the pig stopped In front Of the
| patent gate to take stock of his wounds
and grunt defiance at his owner. II
| was at that moment Frank heard
voices outside the high stone wall Of
the pigpen.
One voice was the shrill utterance OF
Ann Dangler; the other voice belonged
to the girl but for whom he would
never have become farmer. He had
once been engaged to Violet Sloan. but
Violet's lovely auburn head had been
turned by the worship Of dozen Other
admirers, and they had quarreled. and
Frank had closed up his real estate OF
! dee and taken to scientific farming
Getting next to nature" was one way
Of describing the case.
Hes In the pigpen most likely"
Ann Dangler was saying in hostile