UC-NRLF PARKER CDaru J. . CDcDonald EN Mary J.L, McDonald PIGS IS PIGS "Pets Mm animals may be, an* -domestic they be, but pigs, Fm blame sure they do be " PIGS IS PIGS By ELLIS PARKER BUTLER Author of "That Pup,* "Mike Flannery," "The Thin Santt Claus," "The Water Goats," Etc. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY WILL CRAWFORD A. L. BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERS. NEW YORK Copyright, 1906, by McClure, Phillips & Co. Published April, 1906 J i: DONALD Copyright, 1905, by Colver Publishing House (American Magazine) LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Pets thim animals may be, but pig s, I m blame sure they do be . Facing page Flannery is right, pigs is pigs . 10 Proceed to collect . . . . . . . . 18 Mr. Morehouse had moved! ... 26 He was winding up the guinea-pig episode ..... .... 34 980924 PIGS IS PIGS Mike Flannery, the Westeojte;, ; , ,, agent of the Interurbail Express Company, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr. Morehouse, angry and red, stood on the other side of the counter, trembling with rage. The argument had been long and heated, and at last Mr. Morehouse had talked himself speechless. The cause of the trouble stood on the counter between the two men. It was a soap box across the top of which were nailed a number of strips, forming a rough but service- [3] PIGS IS PIGS able cage. In it two spotted guinea-pigs were greedily eating lettuce leaves. , "Doasyouloike, then!" shouted Flannery, " pay for thim an take thim, or don t pay for thim and leave thim be. Rules is rules, Misther Morehouse, an Mike Flan- nery s not goin to be called down fer breakin of thim." But, you everlastingly stupid idiot!" shouted Mr. Morehouse, madly shaking a flimsy printed book beneath the agent s nose, " can t you read it here in your own plain printed rates? Pets, domestic, Franklin to Westcote, if properly boxed, twenty-five cents [4] PIGS IS PIGS each. He threw the book on the counter in disgust. "What more do you want ? Aren t they pets ? Aren t they domestic? Aren t they properly boxed ? What ? He turned and walked back and forth rapidly; frowning ferociously. Suddenly he turned to Flannery, and forcing his voice to an artificial calmness spoke slowly but with in tense sarcasm. "Pets/ hesaid T-e-t-s! Twenty- five cents each. There are two of them. One! Two! Two times twenty-five are fifty! Can you understand that? I offer you fifty cents." Flannery reached for the book. PIGS IS PIGS He ran his hand through the pages and stopped at page sixty four. 6 An 1 don t take fifty cints, he whispered in mockery. "Here s the rule for ut. * Whin the agint be in anny doubt regardin which of two rates applies to a shipment, he shall charge the larger. The con- sign-ey may file a claim for the overcharge. In this case, Misther Morehouse, I be in doubt. Pets thim animals may be, an domestic they be, but pigs I m blame sure they do be, an me rules says plain as the nose on yer face, Pigs Franklin to Westcote, thirty cints each. An Mister Morehouse, by me arithmetical knowledge two [6] PIGS IS PIGS times thurty comes to sixty cmts. ! Mr. Morehouse shook his head savagely. Nonsense ! " he shout ed, " confounded nonsense, I tell you! Why, you poor ignorant foreigner, that rule means common pigs, domestic pigs, not guinea- pigs!" Flannery was stubborn. 1 Pigs is pigs, he declared firmly. " Guinea-pigs, or dago pigs or Irish pigs is all the same to the Interur- ban Express Company an to Mike Flannery. Th nationality of the pig creates no differentiality in the rate, Misther Morehouse! T would be the same was they Dutch pigs or Rooshun pigs. Mike Flannery," [7] PIGS IS PIGS he added, "is here to tind to the expriss business and not to hould conversation wid dago pigs in sivin- teen languages fer to discover be they Chinese or Tipperary by birth an nativity." Mr. Morehouse hesitated. He bit his lip and then flung out his arms wildly. "Very well!" he shouted, "you shall hear of this! Your president shall hear of this! It is an outrage! I have offered you fifty cents. You refuse it! Keep the pigs until you are ready to take the fifty cents, but, by George, sir, if one hair of those pigs heads is harmed I will have the law on you!" [8] PIGS IS PIGS He turned and . stalked out, slamming the door. Flannery carefully lifted the soap box from the counter and placedit in a corner. He was not worried. He felt the peace that comes to a faithful ser vant who has done his duty and done it well. Mr. Morehouse went home rag ing. His boy, who had been await ing the guinea-pigs, knew better than to ask him for them. He was a normal boy and therefore always had a guilty conscience when his father was angry. So the boy slip ped quietly around the house. There is nothing so soothing to a guilty conscience as to be PIGS IS PIGS out of the path of the avenger. Mr. Morehouse stormed into the house. "Where s the ink?" he shouted at his wife as soon as his foot was across the doorsill. Mrs. Morehouse jumped, guiltily. She never used ink. She had not seen the ink, nor moved the ink, nor thought of the ink, hut her husband s tone convicted her of the guilt of having borne and reared a boy, and she knew that whenever her husband wanted any thing in a loud voice the boy had been at it. I ll find Sammy/ she said meekly. When the ink was found Mr. [10] * " Flnwnery is right, pigs is pigs PIGS IS PIGS Morehouse wrote rapidly, and he read the completed letter and smiled a triumphant smile. "That will settle that crazy Irish man!" he exclaimed. When they get that letter he will hunt an other job, all right!" A week later Mr. Morehouse received a long official envelope with the card of the Interurban Express Company in the upper left corner. He tore it open eagerly and drew out a sheet of paper. At the top it bore the number A6754. The let ter was short. Subject Rate on guinea-pigs," it said, "Dr. Sir We are in receipt of your letter regard ing rate on guinea-pigs between PIGS IS PIGS Franklin and Westcote, addressed to the president of this company. All claims for overcharge should be addressed to the Claims Depart ment. Mr. Morehouse wrote to the Claims Department. He wrote six pages of choice sarcasm, vitupera tion and argument, and sent them to the Claims Department. A few weeks later he received a reply from the Claims Department. Attached to it was his last letter. Dr. Sir, said the reply. "Your letter of the 1 6th inst, ad dressed to this Department, subject rate on guinea-pigs from Franklin to Westcote, rec d. We have PIGS IS PIGS taken up the matter with our agent at Westcote, and his reply is at tached herewith. He informs us that you refused to receive the consignment or to pay the charges. You have therefore no claim against this company, and your let ter regarding the proper rate on the consignment should be addressed to our Tariff Department. Mr. Morehouse wrote to the Tar iff Department. He stated his case clearly, and gave his argu ments in full, quoting a page or two from the encyclopedia to prove that guinea-pigs were not common pigs. With the care that characterizes [13] PIGS IS PIGS corporations when they are sys tematically conducted, Mr. More- house s letter was numbered, O. K d, and started through the reg ular channels. Duplicate copies of the bill of lading, manifest, Flan- nery s receipt for the package and several other pertinent papers were pinned to the letter, and they were passed to the head of the Tariff De partment. The head of the Tariff Depart ment put his feet on his desk and yawned. He looked through the papers carelessly. "Miss Kane/ he said to his ste nographer, take this letter. Agent, Westeote, N. J. Please [14] PIGS IS PIGS advise why consignment referred to in attached papers was refused domestic pet rates. * Miss Kane made a series of curves and angles on her note book and waited with pencil poised. The head of the department looked at the papers again. "Huh! guinea-pigs!" he said Probably starved to death by this time! Add this to that letter: Give condition of consignment at present. He tossed the papers on to the stenographer s desk, took his feet from his own desk and went out to hinch. When Mike Flannery received [15] PIGS IS PIGS the letter he scratched his head. "Give prisint condition," he re peated thoughtfully. "Now what do thim clerks be wantin to know, I wonder! Trisint condition, is ut? Thim pigs, praise St. Patrick, do be in good health, so far as I know, but I niver was no veternairy sur geon to dago pigs. Mebby thim clerks wants me to call in the pig docther an have their pulses took. Wan thing I do know, how- iver, which is they ve glorious appytites for pigs of their soize. Ate? They d ate the brass padlocks off of a barn door! If the paddy pig, by the same PIGS IS PIGS token, ate as hearty as these dago pigs do, there d be a famine in Ireland." To assure himself that his report would be up to date, Flannery went to the rear of the office and looked into the cage. The pigs had been transferred to a larger box a dry goods box. Wan, two, t ree, four, foive, six, sivin, eight ! he counted. "Sivin spotted an wan all black. All well an hearty an all eatin loike ragin hippypotty- musses." He went back to his desk and wrote. "Mr. Morgan, Head of Tariff Department," he wrote. Why [17] PIGS IS PIGS % do I say dago pigs is pigs because they is pigs and will be til you say they ain t which is what the rule book says stop your jollying me you know it as well as I do. As to health they are all well and hop ing you are the same. P.S. There are eight now the family increased all good eaters. P.S. I paid out so far two dollars for cabbage which they like shall I put in bill for same what?" Morgan, head of the Tariff De partment, when he received this letter, laughed. He read it again and became serious. "By George!" he said, "Flan* nery is right, pigs is pigs/ I ll [18] PIGS IS PIGS have to get authority on this thing. Meanwhile, Miss Kane, take this letter: Agent, Westcote, N. J. Regarding shipment guinea-pigs, File No. A6754. Rule 83, Gen eral Instruction to Agents, clearly states that agents shall collect from consignee all costs of provender, etc., etc., required for live stock while in transit or storage. You will proceed to collect same from consignee. Flannery received this letter next morning, and when he read it he grinned. "Proceed to collect," he said softly. 5 How thim clerks do loike to be talkin ! Me proceed to col- [19] PIGS IS PIGS lect two dollars and twinty-foive cints off Misther Morehouse ! I wonder do thim clerks know Misther Morehouse? F 11 git it! Oh, yes! Misther Morehouse, two an a quarter, plaze. Cert nly, me dear frind Flannery. Delighted! Not!" Flannery drove the express wag on to Mr. Morehouse s door. Mr. Morehouse answered the bell. Ah, ha ! " he cried as soon as he saw it was Flannery. "So you ve come to your senses at last, have you ? I thought you would ! Bring the box in." "I hev no box," said Flannery coldly. "I hev a bill agin Misther John C. Morehouse for two dollars [20] PIGS IS PIGS and twinty-foive cints for kebbages aten by his dago pigs. Wud you wish to pay ut?" Tay Cabbages ! gasped Mr. Morehouse. "Do you mean to say that two little guinea-pigs- "Eight!" said Flannery. "Papa an mamma an the six childer. Eight!" For answer Mr. Morehouse slammed the door in Flannery s face. Flannery looked at the door reproachfully. "I take ut the con-sign-y don t want to pay for thim kebbages," he said. "If I know signs of refusal, the con-sign-y refuses to pay for wan dang kebbage [21] PIGS IS PIGS leaf an be hanged to me 1" Mr. Morgan, the head of the Tariff Department, consulted the president of the Interurban Express Company regarding guinea-pigs, as to whether they were pigs or not pigs. The president was inclined to treat the matter lightly. What is the rate on pigs and on pets ? * he asked. "Pigs thirty cents, pets twenty- five," said Morgan. * Then of course guinea-pigs are pigs," said the president. Yes, agreed Morgan, * * I look at it that way, too. A thing that can come under two rates is natur- ally due to be classed as the higher, [22] PIGS IS PIGS But are guinea-pigs, pigs? Aren t they rabbits ? "Come to think of it," said the president, "I believe they are more like rabbits. Sort of half-way sta tion between pig and rabbit I think the question is this are guinea- pigs of the domestic pig family ? I D ask Professor Gordonu He is au thority on such things- Leave the papers with me. The president put the papers on his desk and wrote a letter to Pro fessor Gordon. Unfortunately the Professor was in South America collecting- zoological specimens, and the letter was forwarded to him by his wife. As the Professor was in [23] PIGS IS PIGS the highest Andes, where no white man had ever penetrated, the letter was many months in reaching him. The president forgot the guinea pigs, Morgan forgot them, Mr. Morehouse forgot them, but Flan- nery did not. One-half of his time he gave to the duties of his agency; the other half was devoted to the guinea-pigs. Long before Profes sor Gordon received the president s letter Morgan received one from Flannery. About them dago pigs, it said, "what shall I do they are great in family life, no race suicide for them, there are thirty- two now shall I sell them do you take this ex- [24] PIGS IS PIGS press office for a menagerie, answer quick. 3 Morgan reached for a telegraph blank and wrote : "Agent, Westcote. Don t sell pigs. 1 He then wrote Flannery a letter calling his attention to the fact that the pigs were not the property of the company but were merely being held during a settlement of a dispute regarding rates. He ad vised Flannery to take the best possible care of them. Flannery, letter in hand, looked at the pigs and sighed. The dry- goods box cage had become too small. He boarded up twenty feet [25] PIGS IS PIGS of the rear of the express office to make a large and airy home for them, and went about his business, He worked with feverish intensity when out on his rounds, for the pigs required attention and took most of his time. Some months later, in desperation, he seized a sheet of paper and wrote "160" across it and mailed it to Morgan, Morgan returned it asking for ex planation* Flannery replied : * There be now one hundred sixty of them dago pigs, for heavens sake let me sell off some, do you want me to go crazy, what." "Sell no pigs/ Morgan wired. Not long after this the president [26] PIGS IS PIGS of the express company received a letter from Professor Gordon. It was a long and scholarly letter, but the point was that the guinea-pig was the Cavia aparoea while the common pig was the genus Sas of the family Suidae. He remarked that they were prolific and multi plied rapidly. "They are not pigs," said the president, decidedly, to Morgan. "The twenty-five cent rate ap- T plies. Morgan made the proper nota tion on the papers that had accu mulated in File A 6754, and turned them over to the Audit Depart ment. The Audit Department took [27] PIGS IS PIGS some time to look the matter up, and after the usual delay wrote Flannery that as he had on hand one hundred and sixty guinea-pigs, the property of consignee, he should deliver them and collect charges at the rate of twenty-five cents each. Flannery spent a day herding his charges through a narrow opening in their cage so that he might count them. "Audit Dept."he wrote, when he had finished the count, "y u are way off there may be was one hundred and sixty dago pigs once, but wake up don t be a back num ber. I ve got even eight hundred, now shall I collect for eight hun- [28] PIGS IS PIGS dred or what, how about sixty-four dollars I paid out for cabbages. 3 It required a great many letters back and forth before the Audit Department was able to understand why the error had been made of billing one hundred and sixty in stead of eight hundred, and still more time for it to get the meaning of the "cabbages." Flannery was crowded into a few feet at the extreme front of the office. The pigs had all the rest of the room and two boys were em ployed constantly attending to them. The day after Flannery had counted the guinea-pigs there were eight more added to his drove, and [29] PIGS IS PIGS by the time the Audit Department gave him authority to collect for eight hundred Flannery had given up all attempts to attend to the receipt or the delivery of goods. He was hastily building galleries around the express office, tier above tier. He had four thousand and sixty-four guinea-pigs to care for. More were arriving daily. Immediately following its au thorization the Audit Department sent another letter, but Flannery was too busy to open it. They wrote another and then they tele graphed : "Error in guinea-pig bill. Col lect for two guinea-pigs, fifty PIGS IS PICS cents. Deliver all to consignee/ 5 Flannery read the telegram and cheered up. He wrote out a bill as rapidly as his pencil could travel over paper and ran all the way to the Morehouse home. At the gate he stopped suddenly. The house stared at him with vacant eyes. The windows were bare of curtains and he could see into the empty rooms. A sign on the porch said, "To Let." Mr. Morehouse had moved! Flannery ran all the way back to the express office. Sixty- nine guinea-pigs had been born dur ing his absence. He ran out again and made feverish inquiries in the village. Mr. Morehouse had not [31] PIGS IS PIGS only moved, but he had left West- cote. Flannery returned to the express office and found that two hundred and six guinea-pigs had entered the world since he left it. He wrote a telegram to the Audit Department. "Can t collect fifty cents for two dago pigs consignee has left town address unknown what shall I do? Flannery." The telegram was handed to one of the clerks in the Audit Depart ment, and as he read it he laughed. "Flannery must be crazy. He ought to know that the thing to do is to return the consignment here," said the clerk. He tele- [32] PIGS IS PIGS graphed Flannery to send the pigs to the main office of the company at Franklin. When Flannery received the tele gram he set to work. The six boys he had engaged to help him also set to work. They worked with the haste of desperate men, making cages out of soap boxes, cracker boxes, and all kinds of boxes, and as fast as the cages were completed they filled them with guinea-pigs and expressed them to Franklin. Day after day the cages of guinea- pigs flowed in a steady stream from Westcote to Franklin, and still Flannery and his six helpers ripped and nailed and packed relentlessly [33] PIGS IS PIGS and feverishly. At the end of the week they had shipped two hund red and eighty cases of guinea-pigs, and there were in the express office seven hundred and four more pigs than when they began packing them. Stop sending pigs. Warehouse full, came a telegram to Flannery. He stopped packing only long en ough to wire back, "Can t stop," and kept on sending them. On the next train up from Franklin came one of the company s inspec tors. He had instructions to stop the stream of guinea-pigs at all hazards. As his train drew up at Westcote station he saw a cattle- [04] He was winding up the guinea-pig, tptiotie^ , ; PIGS IS PIGS car standing on the express com pany s siding. When he reached the express office he saw the ex press wagon backed up to the door. Six boys were carrying bushel bas kets full of guinea-pigs from the office and dumping them into the wagon. Inside the room Flannery, with his coat and vest off, was shoveling guinea-pigs into bushel baskets with a coal scoop. He was winding up the guinea-pig episode. He looked up at the inspector with a snort of anger. Wan wagonload more an I ll be quit of thim, an niver will ye catch Flannery wid no more foreign pigs on his hands. No, surl They [35] PIGS IS PIGS near was the death o me. Nixt toime Fll know that pigs of what- iver nationality is domistic pets an go at the lowest rate/ He began shoveling again rapid ly, speaking quickly between breaths. "Rules may be rules, but you can t fool Mike Flannery twice wid the same thrick whin ut comes to live stock, dang the rules. So long as Flannery runs this ex- priss office pigs is pets an* cows is pets an horses is pets an lions an tigers an Rocky Mountain goats is pets an the rate on thim is t winty - foive cints. He paused long enough to let [36] PIGS IS PIGS one of the boys put an empty bas ket in the place of the one he had just filled. There were only a few guinea-pigs left. As he noted their limited number his natural habit of looking on the bright side re turned. Well, annyhow, he said cheer fully, tis not so bad as ut might be. What if thim dago pigs had been elephants! 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