Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1912-08-01

that was when the pig fell behind a
little. Once Frank turned and yelled
"Shoo" at the pig. just as a woman
would have done. but the pig only
dropped his snout to the ground and
charged at him.
I-wish-l-hadn't-
-quite-s-o-high." painted Frank Bris-
tol as he lodged a sudden feint of the
pig and was finally compelled to jump
clear over the animal.
'l-wish = A-Ann Dangler = would
bring-out that gru-u-el!" 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
hS'Sh law OCNOhhC q AN ne udu
once been engaged to Violet Sloan. but
violet's lovely auburn head had been
turned by the worship Of a dozen other
admirers. and they had quarreled, and
Frank had closed up his real estate Of
fee and taken to scientific farming.
Getting next to nature" was one way
Of describing the case.
aHa'C IN Nba pi0pap uos+ If,xoIup
Ann Dangler was saying in a hostile
voice.
"Pigren!' shrieked Violet Sloan's ac-
cents. What on earth is he doing In
such a filthy place?"
"Filthyr' returned Ann Dangler. II
guess you never see a pigpen that
wasn't filthy except this one. 'Tain't
natural for a pig to live so clean, |
say. Why. Mr.. Bristol even turns the
hose on him once a 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 dirt?
If Frank must raise pigs I'm glad they
are nice clean pigs in a cement pig
pen"
"Humph!' was AIMS reply as she
followed the daintily dressed girl to
the cement wall.
"Ah, here is a gate! Shall we go and
look inside?" 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 persistency the dyspeptic pig.
Whenever Bristol showed a tendency
to slacken his gait the pig grunted and
cantered faster.
Once the pig darted into the covered
sleeping pen and Bristol shot to the
door and e~ndeavored to roll the sliding
portal to its place. but in vain. 1t
stuck, and ere Bristol could move 1t
the pig dashed out again, shooting the
model farmer to an ignominious posi-
ton on the straw Of the pen.
Thoroughly angry, Bristol swung the
boat hook at the beast only to 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 a letter to be written to the au-
thor Of the article In the farm manual
on Dyspepsia In Pigs" In this i'm
aginary 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 Npigpen when he heard an in
dignant cry from Ann Dangler. From
the corner Of his eye, as he ran ahead
Of the pig, be saw Violet Sloan snatch
Ann DANGERS pink s%unbonnet from
her tow colored head, saw violet's
1.-THE form slip inside the patent gate,
saw her intercept the pig with one
lash u TIE PINK DOuueI anu WlCueSS-
ed an instant later that animal rush
ing to the far side Of the ~inciosure
with frightened squeals, while the
pink sunbonnet was tied over his snout
and eyes.
Hurry through-dearg' cried Violet
Sloan, holding the gate open for her
one time lover to escape.
As the gate slammed benin" EN-
Ann Danger 1ounced toy the
house, her sunbonnetless l.. held
high in the ara very model of scan
dalized virtue.
"Dearr' she shifted contemptuously
as she rocked to and fro in the calico
covered kitchen rocker. "Can him
dear-a man l wouldn't look at twice!
I wonder who she tsp
At that instant MI. Bristol appeared
at the door, leading Violent Sloan by
the hand They both looked very
happy. 81 suppose you wonder who
this lady Is, Ann Dangler," remarked
Bristol pleasantly. This Is now Miss