Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-11-24

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weigh 300 pounds by next fall"
But, son. we couldn't use all that
neat
Nom; know that. and l didn't
mean for us to eat them. l wanted you
to have something for your very own
you and Annie. Those hogs will bring
SIS apiece or maybe more next fall. !
want you and sister to take the money,
every cent Of it, and buy you some new
dresses and things"
Tears welled up into his mothers
eyes. 1t had been long time since she
had bought new dress. Her garments
were really so shabby and rusty that
she would not go to church, and some
unkind little girls had made fun of
Annie at Sunday school not long since,
which sent her home, her little heart
sorely hurting. She danced about in
glee.
"Oh, I'm going to have velvet cap
with red feather In it, and red and
black worsted dress, and pair Of new
shoes, and some stockings that amt
patched!' she cried, hugging her brother.
Its mighty good Of you, son, to
think of your mother that way" said
Mrs. Weston.
1T isn't half of what l am going to
do when l get a start" answered Joe
stoutly.
"Son. 1t isn't SO much what you do,
but 1t Is the fact that you thought Of
your mother and sister and wanted to
help them that makes me happy" smil-
ed his mother.
well, just saw chance to pick up
something that would give you and sis
something all your very own. lit
gives person heap more interest in
everything to own something, don't it p
Indeed it does, joe"
Joe then started to hoe field of DO.
tatoes. Then he returned to his pigs
John L. and Mike, now filed to re-
pletion, sought the shelter Joe had con-
structed for them and Struggled among
the dry leaves with many contented
grunts.
Amt you going to feed 'em, Buddy ?"
mot now-just few scraps from
the house and maybe a nubbin of corn
day for variety. This rye is.about all
they need"
"Why, that won't fatten them" said
Mrs. Weston.
Nom, but that government bulletin
says It's waste Of feed to try to fat
ten hogs under eight months old If
they are to be kept until they are a
year old. All we want to do is to give
them enough to keep them healthy and
growing fast, and that green feed will
do 1t. 1t will build up a good strong
frame to hang all that fat on during
the last three months"
Pigs is dirty beasts" announced
Annie, as If she had discovered some
thing new.
Because the people that own them
put them in nasty, little, muddy pens,
keep pouring swill and Stops in there
and never give it chance to dry out.
Hogs don't like filth
"And they wallows in mudholes!'
argued Annie.
"They do that to kill the flies and in
sects that bother them and to keep cool
In summer. Mud isn't filthy. Give a
hog good range for pasture and clean
water to drink and he is clean as
cow"
Annie was not convinced.
"They eats nasty steps," she an
nounced crushingly.
III the Stops are nasty it's the fault
of the people that give them to the
hogs. Pigs naturally Craze like COWS
and horses and would rather eat nice
green grass or grain than Stops any
time," said Joe.
II never knew that BEFORE" remark
ed his mother; "but, come to think Of
1t, they always do seem to be eating
something off the ground"
Its grass and weeds and roots and
such stuff. And they don't mind nice
fat cricket or . grasshopper either"
said Joe.
AS the three strolled back to the
house Mrs. Weston looked over in the
field behind the barn. There was Mr..
Weston with the two horse turning
plow breaking about five acres Of land
as deeply as he could sink the plow.
well, neverw she exclaimed. This
Is the first time I ever heard Of your
father breaking any land before March.
Joe, wonder what put him in that
notion?"
HE seen Buddy doing It," announc-
ed Annie, with an air Of conviction.
His mother and sister continued to-
ward the house, and Joe went to
where his father was steadily blowing.
what you going to plant, daddyT
he asked. Mr.. Weston grinned a bit
sheepishly.
II amt never thought about plantin'
oats till l seen you do it, and I Just
dggered could foller the oats with
late corn, an maybe some peavine hay
for these critters, and make a double
crop on the land. It's pretty late to
be plantin' oats, though, amt it? You
don't s'pose it's too late, do your
It was the first time his father had
ever recognized him as knowing any
thing at all about farming, and to be
asked as an authority compensated for
a whole lot of things.
NO.. sir; they'll make all right. If
| were you I'd cross break this land,
and I'll harrow it for you tomorrow"
Exactly what was goin' to do"
said his father.
"And, daddy, If you want to. you can
turn those horses In on my rye nights
when Sullivan's horses are off, l think
some green stuff would help them a
whole lott
'Now, that's mighty clever, son
an you needn't nav for the use of the