The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-08-22

I'm sorry-I don't know what to
sayi" stammered Jack Fenway con-
tritely. II was looking at the noun
tain peak yonder and thought had
clear road ahead-but that's no ex-
cuse"
mo, 1t isn't. You see this is an un-
usual hog-we were raising 1t for the
county fair; we have toiled all sum-
mer over these hogs-and nowi" Ger
trude's voice quavered alarmingly.
Jacks fumbling hand found his
cheque book. 81 must insist upon pay
ing for the hog" he said practically.
''If you will tell me it's value and add
to it the amount of the prize you ex-
pected to take, shall be happy to re-
fund you the money"
"Of course we might not have taken
prize-but-it was for the pair of
Chesters that we were striving. We
would rather have the hog and get the
prize--the honor belongs to the White
farm" explained Gertrude coldly.
Jack thought rapidly. He was will
ing to do anything to placate this
angry young woman. His face bright
ened.
Il have a friend over at Redcote
who has a fancy farm. I'm sure he
will let me have prize hcg," he said
eagerly. 'I'll go over there now"
Gertrude frowned. "That wouldn't
be the product of the White farm"
she said in shocked tone
I'm way 1t would-you might say
it was by-product," insisted Jack.
Come, Miss-er-madam, let us have
some understanding in the matter
I'm sorry about the hog but l want to
do what is right"
"A praiseworthy sentiment" sneered
Gertrude, her eye on swiftly advanc-
ing masculine form. "The constable
will discuss that with you," she added
triumphantly.
THE constable-ah!" Jack slipped
his cheque book into his pocket and
faced the massive form of the village
officer. He was in his shirtsleeves
and on the lapel of his vest was pinned
his badge of office.
He eyed Jack Fenway with a dubi-
GUS grin. wall, Mr.. Fenway, seems
like you kin git inter more trouble
with that there car of yours than any
other autymobiIist 1 ever sawI'
"Oh, hello, Benson, it's you, is it,"
greeted Jack amiably.
yep, it's me. 1t was seven chick
ems and a COW last week-what is 1t
now, didn't understand what Miss
Alicia said when she telephoned?" He
peered under the. car.
"a hawgl BY gum, Miss Lee, it's
one OF your prize crittersl" he ex-
claimed. alphabetically.
1T is. Mr.. Benson, and l think this
should be arrested" said Gertrude Sc
verely.
"Tain't no use, Miss Lee. 'twon't
punish him none; he's been arrested
twice in the last month.
1--WE offered to replace the hog"
said Jack.
Better let him do 1t, Miss Lee."
urged Benson. "I'll stand guarantee
for him doing So"
Very well. Mr.. Benson and wish
you would call one of my men and get
th-that h-.-h-hog away; never
want to see 1t again!" And Gertrude
whirled about and disappeared through
the gate.
The next morning the woman farm
ers were busy about the pig pen where
the solitary prize pig was submitted
to bath. The ceremony was punctu-
ated by his approving grunts and so
absorbed were the fair farmers that
they did not see Jack Fenway's gray
car enter the yard nor were they
aware of his presence until the siren
uttered warning wall.
At sight of the ear and it's occu-
pants Alicia Lee screamed loudly and
tainted in the arms of her exasperated
cousin. Gertrude staggered out of
the pig pen with her burden thankful
to have Sam Halliday jump from the
car and relieve her of her charge.
"Just put her on the grass any
where" said Gertrude tartly; 81 can't
see why she should be SO surprised to
see Jack Fenway in that costume.
A wooden-faced chauffeur sat at the
wheel OF the handsome car and in the
tonneau was Constable Benson.
Beside him was Jack Fenway
garbed In a hideous suit of white and