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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (July 27, 1916)
to me this morning, l was raised on a farm, and I ’m very fond o f pigs. I used to go to bed at sundown, so I never saw one by lamplight before. ky’s and look over some royal purple socks. And then I got us busy as ,•>» (Continued from first page) one armed man with the nettle rash pasting on wallpaper. I found an old romping Into town ana pounding the Belgian blocks with their hand pegged Tell you what I’ll do, Rufe,’ I says. negro man with an express wagon to hire, and we tied the pig in a sack and sabots ns artless and arbitrary as an we get out o f the pig belt you’ll turn I'll give you $10 for that pig.’ your mind to higher and more remu | drove down to the circus grounds, extra session o f a Ixitto Bryan duma. “ ‘I reckon I wouldn’t sell this shoat,’ 1 never pass a elreus without pulling nerative misconduct. Why you should says be. ‘ I f It was any other one I j “ I found George B. Tapley In a little ! tent with a window flap open. lie was the valve cord and coming down for a want to stain your soul with such a might,’ little K ey W est money, so I engaged distasteful, feeble minded, perverted, “ ‘Why not this one?’ I asked, fear ' a fattish man, with an immediate eye. ! In a black skullcap, with a four ounce a couple o f rooms and board for Rufe roaring beast as that I can’t under ful that he might know something. and me at a house near the circus stand.’ “ ‘Why, because,’ says he, ‘it was diamond screwed into the bosom of his “ ‘Why, Jeff.’ says he, ‘you ain’t in the grandest achievement o f my life. red sweater. grounds run by a widow lady named sympathy with shoats. You don’t un There ain’t airy other man that could “ ‘Are you George B. Tapley?' I asks. Peovy. Then I took Rufe to a cloth derstand ’em like I do. This here “ ‘I swear it.’’ says he. ing store and gents’ outfitted him. He have done if- I f I ever have a fireside seems to me to be an animal o f more and children I ’ll sit beside it and tell “ ‘Well, I've got it.' says I. showed up strong, as I knew he would, than common powers o f ration and In “ ‘Designate.’ says lie. ‘Are you the ’em how their daddy toted off a shoat after he was rigged up in the ready telligence. He walked half across the from a whole circus full of people. guinea pigs for the Asiatic python or made rutabaga regalia. Me and old room on his hind legs awhile ago.’ And maybe my grandchildren too. the alfalfa for the sacred buffalo?’ MIsfltzky stuffed him into a bright blue “ ‘ Well, I ’m going back to bed,’ says They’ll certainly be proud a who'e “ ‘ Neither,’ says I. ‘ I ’ ve got Beppo. suit with a Nile green visible plaid e f I. ‘See if you can Impress It upon passel. Why,’ says he, ‘there was two the educated hog. in a sack in that fect and riveted on a fancy vest of a your friend’s Ideas o f intelligence that tents, one openin’ into the other. This wagon. I found him rooting up the light Tuskegoe normal tan color, a red he’s not to make so much noise.’ shote was on a platform tied with a flowers in my fion t yard this morning. necktie and the yellowest pair o f shoes “ ‘H e was hungry,’ says Rufe. ‘H e’ll little chain. I seen a giant and a lady I ’ll take the $5,000 in large bills if it’s In town. They were the first clothes go to sleep and keep quiet now.’ with a fine chance o f bushy white j haiuly.’ Rufe had ever worn except the ging “ I always get up before breakfast ham Inyette and the butternut top ' and read the morning paper whenever hair in the other tent. I got the shoat “ George B. hustles out of his tent dressing o f his native kraal, and he I happen to be within the radius o f a and crawled out from under the can I and asks me to follow. We got into looked as self conscious ns an Igorrote Hoe cylinder or a Washington hand vas again without him squeakin’ as J one of the side shows. In there was loud ns a mouse. I put him under my i a jet black pig. with a pink ribbon with a new nose ring. press. The next morning I got up ear “ That night I went down to the cir ly and found the Lexington daily on coat, and I must have passed a hun j around his neck, lying on some hay cus tents and opened a small shell the front porch where the carrier had dred folks before I got out where the ; and eating carrots that a man was game. Rufe was to be the capper. I thrown i t The first thing I saw in it streets was dark. I reckon I wouldn’t j feeding to him. gave him a roll o f phony currency to was n double column ad. on the front sell that shote. Jeff. I'd want ma to “ ‘Hey, Mac,’ calls G. B. ‘Nothing keep it, so there'd be a witness to what bet with and kept a bunch of It In a page that read like this: ‘ wrong with the worldwide this morn- I done.’ special pocket to pay his winnings out j ! ing, is there?’ F IV E T H O U SA N D D O LLA R S R E “ ‘The pig won't live long enough.’ I of. No, I didn’t mistrust him, but I ! W ARD. “ ‘Him? No,’ suys the man. ’He's simply can't manipulate the ball to ! The above amount will be paid, and no says, ‘to use as an exhibit in your ! got an appetite like a chorus girl at 1 lose when I see real money bet. My questions asked, for the return, alive and senile fireside mendacity. Your grand ’ a. in.’ uninjured, of Beppo, the famous European children will have to take your word lingers go on a strike every time I J educated pig, that strayed or was stolen “ ‘flow 'd did you get this pipe?’ says for it. I ’ll give you $100 for the ani try It. from the side show tents of Binkley Bros.' Tapley to me. ’Eating too many pork mal.’ "I set up my little table and began to ( circus last night. chops last night?’ GEO. B. TA B LE T, “ Rufe looked at me astonished. show them how easy it was to guess | “ I pulls out tile paper and shows him Business Manager, at the Circus Grounds. “ ‘The shoat can't be worth anything which shell the little pea was under. " I folded up the paper flat, put it like that to you.’ he says. ‘W hat do ! the ad. The unlettered hinds gathered In a “ ‘ Fake.’ says he. ’Don’t know any- thick semicircle and began to nudge bRo raV Inside pocket and went to you want him for?' | tiling about it. You've beheld with Itufe’s room. He was nearly dressed ' 'Viewing me casuistk a’ ly.’ says I, j elbows and banter one another to bet. Then was when Rufe ought to have and was feeding the pig the rest of "Ith a rare smile, ‘you wouldn't think [ your own eyes the marvelous, wor! 1 that I ’ve got an artistic side to my | wide porcine wonder o f our four foot singlefooted up and called the turn on the milk and some apple peelings. temper. But I have. I ’m a collector ed kingdom eating with preternatural “ ‘ Well, well, well, good morning all.’ the little Joker for n few tens and lives I've scoured the world for sagacity his matutinal meal, unstra.ved to get them started. But no Rufe. I ’d I says, hearty and amiable. ‘So we of pi seen him tw o or three times walking are up? And piggy is having his unusual pigs. Over lu the Wabash val j and unstole. Good morning.’ “ I was beginning to see. I got in tho about and looking at the sideshow pic breakfast. What had you intended do ley I ’ve got a hog ranch with most every specimen on It. from a Merino wagon and told Uncle Ned to drive to tures with his mouth full o f peanut ing with that pig. Rufe?’ “ ‘I’m going to crate him up,’ says to a Poland China. This looks like a tlie most adjacent orifice o f the nearest candy, but he never came nigh. “ The crowd piked a little, but trying ' Rufe- ‘nn<1 exI>ress him to ma in Mount blooded pig to me. Rufe.' says I. ‘I alley. There I took out my pig, got shells without a capper Is Ne,)°- n o ‘ n be company for her while believe it's a genuine Berkshire. That’s the range carefully fo r the other impell to work the tue stieiis why I’d like to have it.’ ing, set his sights and gave him such a like fishing without b ait I closed the I am away.’ „ kick that he went out the other end of “ ’I ’d shore like to accommodate you.’ game with only $42 o f the unearned says lie. ’but I've got the artistic tene the alley twenty feet ahead of liis Increment, while I had been counting ment too. I don’t see whv it ain't art squeal. on yanking the yeomen for $200 at “ Then 1 paid Uncle Ned his 50 cents least. 1 went home at 11 and went to when you can steal a shoat better than and walked down to the newspaper o f bed. I supposed that the circus had anybody else can. Shoats is a kind of fice. I wanted to hear it In cold syl proved too alluring for Rufe and that inspiration and genius with me. Spe lables. I got the advertising man to he had succumbed to It. concert ami cially this one. I wouldn’t take two his window. all, but I meant to give him a lecture hundred and fifty for that animal.’ “ ‘T o decide a bet,’ says I. ‘ wasn't on general business principles in the “ ’Now listen.’ sftys I, wiping off my the man who had this ad. put in last morning. forehead. 'It's not so much a matter night short and fat. with long whisk “ Just after Morpheus had got both o f business with me as it is art. and ers and a club foot?' n\y shoulders to the shuck mattress 1 not so much art as it is philanthropy. “ ‘He was not.’ says the man. ‘ ITe hears a houseful o f unbecoming and Being a connoisseur and disseminator would measure about six feet by four ribald noises, like a youngster screech o f pigs, I wouldn't feel like I’d done ami a half inches, with eornsilk hair ing with green apple colie. I opens my my duty to the world unless I added anil dressed like (he pansies o f the con door and calls out In the hall for the that Berkshire to m.v collection. Not servatory.’ widow lady, and when she sticks her Intrinsically, but according to the eth “ At dinner time ! went back to >!rs. head out I says, ‘ M i n . I ’eevy. ma'am, ics o f pigs ns friends and coadjutors of Peevy’s. would you mind choking off that kid mankind. I offer you $r>00 for the aid “ ’Shall I keep some soup hot for o f yours so that honest people can get mal.’ Mr. Tatum till he comes back?’ she their rest?’ “ ’Jeff.’ says this pork esthete. ’It asks. “ ‘Sir,’ says she. ‘it's no child o f mine. ain’t money; It's sentiment with me.’ “ ‘I f you do. ma’am,' says I, ’you’ll It’s tho pig squealing that your frleml “ ‘Seven hundred.' says I. Mr. Tatum brought home to his room a ‘“ Make it eight hundred,’ says Rufe. more than exhaust for firewood all couple o f hours ago. And If you are ’and I'll crush the sentiment out of the coal in tho bosom o f the earth and all the forests on the outside o f it.’ uncle or second cousin or brother to my h ea rt’ “ So there, you see." said Jefferson It I ’d appreciate your stopping its “ I went under my clothes for my I’ eters in conclusion, "how hard it is mouth, sir. yourself If you please.’ money belt and counted him out forty ever to find a fair minded and honest “ I put on some of the polite outside twenty-dollnr gold certificates. business partner." habiliments o f external society and “ 'I ’ll just take him Into my own “ B u t” 1 began, with the freedom o f Went lnf«> R u fe ’s room. He had got room.’ says I, ’and lock him up till aft long acquaintance, "the rule should up and lit his lamp and was pouring er breakfast.’ work both ways. If you had offered some milk Into a tin pan on the floor “ I took the pig by the hind leg. He to divide the reward you would not »3c for a dingy white, half grown, squeal turned on a squeal like the steam cal have lost"— tug pig. liope at the circus. Jeff’s look o f dignified reproach stop “ 'llo w Is this, Rufe?' says I ‘You “ ‘ Lot mo tote linn in for you.' says ped me. fllmflnmmed In your part of the work Rufe. and he picks up the beast under “Why, Jeff, you a in 't in s y m p a th y w ith “ That don’t Involve the same princi tonight and put the game on cruf<1 es j <me arm. bolding his snout with the ples at all.” said he. "M ine was a sh o a ts.’’ A tid how do you iexplain the p ig’ !t ' other hand, and packs him into my legitimate and moral attempt at spec- looks like backsliding to me.’ “ ‘H e’s a mighty fine pig,’ says t, room like a sleeping baby. elation. Buy low and sell high. Don't " 'Now don’t be* too linrd Oil mo. scratching him on the back. “ A fte r breakfast Rufe. who had a Wall street indorse It? Bulls and J“ ff.’ saysi ho. ’ Yon know how 1one “ 'You called him a lot o f names last chronic case o f haberdashery ever bears and pigs—what’s the difference? I'v e been us*vl to Ndealing sho ats. I t ' s night.' says Rufe. since I got Ids trousseau, says he be- Why not bristles as well as horns and got to be a habit wltji me. And u> ’’ ’Oh well.' says 1, ‘he looks better , Moves he will amble down to Mlsfitz- fur?” T N G “ fiTMIGS OP P I G ” night, when I see such a fine chance. ! couldn’t help fakin' it.’ " ‘W ell.’ says I. ‘maybe you've real ly got kleptoplglp. And maybe when