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BY AUNT SUSIE.
(This is a corner set aside for the Little Folks of The Constitution for their enter
tainment and development . n the art of let ter-writing.) *
Which ?
I know a little maiden
With cheeks of peachy hue;
Whose face is wreathed in golden curls,
Whose eyes are heavenly blue.
She's just as pretty as can be,
As dainty as an elf.
But 'neath this outward beauty lies
An inward love of self.
If any one should happen not
Her wish to gratify
Her smile is changed into a frown,
And oftentimes, a cry.
Or if she doesn't always have
Just what she may desire,
Her tiny lips speak angry words,
Her bright eyes flash like fire.
Then there's another little girl,
That I am glad to know;
6he fills the place with sunshine
Wherever she may go.
She's satisfied whate’er befall,
Nor ever cries and frets,
But makes the best of everything.
Content with what she gets.
Now, pray, which would you rather be
Os these two little girls?
The one with face surpassing fair.
Hemmed in with golden curls,
Or she with disposition mild.
Whose heart is filled with glee?
Again I ask you, boys and girls,
Which would you rather be?
—E. D. Y.
Dear Children—You will be so glad to
hear from our dear friend “Ernest Willie”
again that you will not mind not seeing a
letter from me this week. It seems as if
our friend always comes in the right time,
for I have been very sick and was wonder
ing what I could say to interest you, for
you don’t know how hard it is to think
when your head aches, and, as the old-time
darkies used to say, when you are “sick
all over,” and so that is the way I have
been feeling lately, and by the time I get
through reading and correcting such lots
of letters I don't feel as if I had any head.
I am sure you would not wonder could you
see some of the long pencil written letters
I have to go through with. Some of them
can hardly be read at all. If you don’t
stop writing with a pencil you will all
have to give me a pair of “gold specta
cles" before my eyes wear out. But I
must stop and give you such a nice letter.
The writer did not know he was helping
“Aunt Susie” when he wrote it, and he
has my thanks as I know he will also have
yours. AUNT SUSIE.
Lights nn<l Slindows.
“Dear Boys and Girls—While I suppose
you have not missed me very much since
my letter of some months ago, yet 1
have missed not being with you, and out
of the crowding circumstances that have
conspired to my greatly regretted silence
my heart has often wished to speak to you.
“At the time of my last letter I was
just getting fully into the work of intro
ducing my new book to the world, or a
small part of the world, at least; the respon
sibility of paying for a very large edition
was upon me (and is yet upon me), the
necessity of constant labor and planning
was very great, and this continuous work
and anxiety has kept me nearly always
‘tired down,’ as a little boy would e.’jiress
it. Often from overwork I would be almost
prostrated, and would be compelled to lie
down with folded hands for a long tune;
then, when somewhat rested, I would have
to get up and go again.
“It has been hard upon me, but I have
enjoyed it. for I was so many years unable
to do anything at all, and 1 have thanked
God for the opportunity to do such trying but
truly delightful work. Thus it has been
with me and thus I have kept a silence
which, but for the imperative mandate of
necessity, 1 would have so gladly broken.
And then, oh! let me tell you something
else: I have been to Texas—yes, I, who had
been confiened to my bed and room so long
and had never in my life before been out
of my state, and only once more than fifty
miles on a tram! Why, it just seemed that
I would go almost wild with delight. With
out the plaster of Paris jacket 1 wear to
support me I would still be in bed; but
with the assistance of it, my crutches, a
reclining chair and the sleeping car, I
trusted myself to my God and my friends,
and went to Dallas, Tex., along with the
excursion to the great Southern Baptist
convention, to meet the people—and sell
my book.
“And I’ll declare! when I looked for the
first time on the grand Mississippi river,
flowing beneath me, in all its wide, solemn
and majestic grandeur, and tried to realize
that I was beholding—actually seeing with
my own eyes—the great “father of waters,”
which I had so often read and dreamed of,
it was about all I could do to keep from
hallooing at the top of my voice, in that
uncontrolled enthusiasm which is a part
of my very nature. My delight was so
marked by those around me that some of
them laughingly said:
“ ‘Just “holler” as much as you want to—
we don’t care. We love to see you enjoy
It.’
“And then when I looked out for the first
time on the beautiful plains of Texas,i
stretching their limitless expanse on every
Bide, in all their undulating grandeur, again
my enthusiasm surged and swept through
my entranced being, and I wanted to shout
in my delirium of joy: ‘Hurrah for the
plains of Texas, the Fourth of July and
Douglasville, Ga.!’
“For even then there lingered and happily
lived in my heart the refreshing memories
of ‘home, sweet home!’
“In Texas it was often very cheering to
my heart to have strangers come up to
my rolling chair and ask: ‘ls this Eearnest
JWdllie? I have been reading your letters in
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want to shake hands with you.’
“Such kindness kept me from feeling like
1 was ‘a stranger in a strange land.’
“Great is Texas! But greater than her
smiling plains (and the water which 1 never
could learn to relish like that refreshing
beverage given us by our north Georgia
wells and springs), greater than anything
else I saw, are her big-hearted people. So
many old Georgians came and shook my
hand, and 1 laughingly told the Texans in
general, that I felt sure that the reason
the Texas people are such ‘tine folks’ is
that so many of them went from Georgia,
and they had exerted a very salutary in
fluence on all the rest. At this they smiled,
and Tennesseeans, Alabamians, Carolinians,
Virginians and Kentuckians were quick to
take Issue. God bless all the people of
Texas for the three happy wetjks I spent
among them. x ,
“Back at home! Ah, the joy to look on
the sweet faces of my good mother, lather,
brother, sisters and friends again. But, ah!
Low soon, dear friends, my rejoicing 'vas
turned into mourning. A sweet sister died.
Oh, hew our hearts were pierced! She was
stricken while attending a Sabbath ser
vices at her church, and went away the
following Friday. She was tiie noble, beau
tiful young wife of my brother and had
done so muon to brighten my invalid life.
It was not like my losing a sister-in-law,
but a. true, loved and loving sister. She it
was who, in her beautiful girlhood, came
often to my bedside, like a ministering
angel, to cheer and inspire iny heart; she
it was who then gave me the name of
‘Earnest Wiliie,’ because, as she said, L
was much in earnest about what I tried to
do; she it was who, with gentle, persuasive
hand, led me to write for The Sunny
South, and thence to other papers—a field
in which has blossomed so many sweet
friendships (though for the most part un
seen) and, 1 trust, so many opportunities
for doing good. To her, more than to any
other human cause, I owe the beginning
and the inspiration of my book. Oh. I
owe her so much! God bless her precious
memory. Two sweet little children were
left on my devoted brother s sorrowing
heart. But, think God, she was a Chris
tian and prepared to die, and my brother is
a Christian and has Christ to help him
bear it. Oh, dear boy’s and girls, 1 am
sorry for any' one who has a great trial
to bear without the sweet, sustaining pres
ence of Jesus in their hearts.
“Dear Beatrice had passed through so
much physical suffering, but now—
" ‘All the heart’s wild longings ended—
All life’s wearying struggles past,
Apd the wayworn body’ resting
’Neath the sweet spring flowers at last.’
But the blessed fragrance of her pure,
Christian life lingers with us still, wooing
our hearts nearer Christ, the dear Redeem
er, where her glorified spirit has gone.
“ EARNEST WILLIE.’
"Douglasville, Ga., Box 1.”
YOUNG FOLK'S COKBE SPONDENCE.
Letters of Exchange Among The Const
tntion’s Little Folks.
Joe Barber, Gardner, Texas. —I live about two
miles 1 roni the citv of Gardner, lama tarmer’s
boy, and like to farm very much. Eddie Gunn
and myself went a hunting the other day and
killed two deer, five turkeys and nine squirrels.
I am a member <>* the bunday s-'hooi at Pleas
ant Hill, and enjoy going to Sunday school and
church ieiy much.
Richard Smoot, Wetumpka, Ala.—l have always
longed to write to the cousins, and 1 thought it
would be a verv good time now. School lias just
closed and the chtldreirare happy, as they can go
to picnics. The picnic season lias opened, and
political speeches are being made all our county.
1 am learning the printer’s trade and like it very
much. 1 will ask the cousins outside of the city
of Atlanta a question : ,
What kind of printing type is the Young I oiks
Corner published in?
The gardens are needing rain very much in this
section. 1 will close, I will try to write a better
letter next time.
J M. Howington, Hilarvton, Ala.—l am a far
mer’s son and live on a farm in Conecuh comity,
twenty miles north of the thriving little town of
Brew ton, where we do most ol our trading.
Father has been taking The Constitution several
years, and we all like it very well; in fact, I think
it is the best p qier printed in the south, 1 always
long for Wednesday to come, the day we always
get our paper. My lather is postmaster at Hilary
ton, and 1 am his assistant. .
1 w’ill ask a question : M hat two chapters in the
Bible are alike?
Would like to correspond with the fair sex.
Margaret Leonora Little, Spivey, Ga.—l read the
Young Folks’ Corner every week, and think it the
best part of The Constitution.
I live about fifteen miles from the city of Eaton
ton, and about two from the Oconee springs. This
is one of the best mineral springs in the state.
We have a very good school, numbering about
one hundred and ten scholars.
My papa is a farmer. I have live sisters and three
brothers. Aunt Susie, 1 must tell you how much
•we love our baby brother. When wc are all to
gether, we are a happy family.
I would like correspondents with some of the
cousins about my age, which is fifteen.
Hattie D. Price, Mayo, N.C.—My home is in the
country, near the city of Mayo, and near Beaver
Island creek.l think it is a lovely place; the sur
roundings of the entire country cannot easily be
excelled. I think country life sometimes monot
onous, but it is far superior to the city, 1 thinu.
Since writing last I have finished school, and
have plenty of time to devote to outdoor amuse
ments, of which 1 am very iond, such as fishing,
playing croquet and riding horseback.
I would like correspondents, and 1 will enjoy
hearing from any ol the cousins, especially my
“old Constitution friends.”
John Gilbreath, Hiawassee College, East Tenn.—
It ha« been two year.-* since 1 wrote to the dear old
Const ution. lama farmer’s boy, and like to
live on a farm and help do the work. lam eleven
years old, and large for that age. I am tour feet
nine inches high, and weigh seventy-six pounds.
My studies are history of the United States,
dictionary, higher grammar, intermediate geog
raphy and practical arithmetic. lam learning to
play the violin.
I’have a sister in Georgiana, Fla., and I want to
see her very badly, for she is all the sister I have.
the WEEKLY CONSTITUTION: ATLANTA. GA.. MONDAY. JULY 23.1894.
Boys, we are letting the girls beat us. But, never
you mind, girls, for if we boys take a notion into
our heads that we arc going to write more letters
than you, you had better look out.
I belong’to the Erreiethean Literary Society at
Hiawassee co’lege. Last season (spring), was very
peculiar for this climate. We had enough snow
on the 29th of May to whiten the trees and houses.
It Hosted the Ist or 2d day (or rather night), of
June.
1 will answer Katie Bowles conundrum, which
was: “If you see a house on fire, what three au
tlmrs would you name?” The answer is, “Dickens,
How it, Burns.” (Dickens, Howett, Burns!)
Hiwassee college issittuted about two miles
from Madisonville, the county seat of Munroe
county, in which I live.
I will close by asking the cousins a conundrum:
When was beef the highest?
Correspondents solicited.
Nettie Gilchrist, Bullard, Texas.—l have been
a silent admirer of the dear old Constitution for
several years, especially the Young Folks’ Corner.
1 love to read Aunt Susie’s stories and tne chil
dren's letters. I enjoyed Mr. Thimblefinger’s
story very much.
I live in the country four miles from the post
oflice, and don’t go to school now ; we will have a
summer school; I love to go to school. My school
mates can sing real nicely; we have nice times
singing; our teacher helps us Sometimes. Our
teacher is a gentleman. 1 love to sing when lam
playing with my dolls.
I can milk, lin'd when my big sisters are all away
1 help mamma do the work. Mamina has lots of
Bramah chickens.
Love to the cousins, and big arinfnlls for Aunt
Susie. I want the address of the afflicted cousin,
Edna Brower. I want the address of the cousin
wanting stamps back of 1890.
John J. Webb, Banana, Fla.—Won’t you admit
a country boy into your cli inning circle? I live in
the northern part of Orange Belt, of Florida, near
the terminus ol the Southern railroad which is at
Ambrose. -We have a fine country for fanning,
orange and vegetable growing.
How many ol the cousins have seen a pine ap
ple grove? " 1 saw one on Indian river that con
tains 150 acres, and it, was indeed a grand sight.
1 will answer Fred. J. Tliompson’s question :
Tiie onlv newspaper printed on wheels was The
Grand Trunk Herald in 18(10, by Thomas A. Edison.
I’once de Leon went, in search of the fountain of
perpetual voutb.
The first complete sewing machine was patented
by Elias Howe, Jr., in 1846.
I will ask a question: When, and where, was
the battle of Brandy Wine fought?
I would like correspondents, either sex.
Lee Jones, Oscar, Texas. —Here I come with the
best of wishes for all, nd 1 am going to tell you
people something of our Lone Star State.
1 live in the bl .ck land belt, the finest part of
the world, and we can grow anything here from
mustard seed to the finest, wheat, melons or cot
ton that ever were produced in any country.
Texas is a good country as all know by its wide
ly known name, but after all there was a day in
Texas when it was a dangerous place also, for the
record of Indian depredations in Texas is a bloody
one, and so is the battle of the Alamo, the old
ruins of v iiich still stands, in San Antonio, in
southern Texas, and minks the spot where the he
roic Texans died fighting to the last. And there
are other noted battle fields in this grand state
tiiat 1 cannot mention at present.
M ould like some girl correspondents.
Constitution Admirer.—Like an old friend the
dear old Constitution finds a welcome in our home
each week. 1 come to add my mite to M oman’s
Kingdom.
To the sister who wished to know how to keep
wevil from seeds, I would say: After they ate
dried am! hulled ready to put away, put them in a
bottle—each kind in a separate bottle—and drop
in 1 or 2 drops of coal oil, cork tight, and they are
secure.
Can anv one who sees this give the address of
Mrs. Francis Cochran, or any of her family. M hen
last heard from she was living near Holly Springy
Mississippi. She is my aunt. We have not heart!
anything from her in many years. Any informa
tion will be gratefully received.
M ill some one tell how to pickle cucumbers for
winter use? Can they be put up so as they will
keep without putting in brine?
I enjoyed our noble editress’s letter this week so
much oil heavenly recognition. Long may she
live to preside over Woman's Kingdom.
Anna Elliott Irvine, Mayo, N. C.—l live near
Lynchburg, Va., but have been in the O il North
State several month-. I like the Tar Heels very
much. lamina beautiful country home full of
young people; we have a lively time. 1 love to
joke. We ride horseback a great deal; it is
charming.
The fishing is about over. We made up several
fishing excursions which were enjoyed very much.
A Short time ago we made up a party and call on a
friend near Stoneville, N. C.; while there we vis
ited Cedar Point. I guess all ti e cousins iia’C
heard and read ot this natural curiosity.
Last Sunday we drove twelve miles to church;
win n we got back we found the buggy broke.
The old folks saitl we broke it looking around talk
ing to the boys. We don’t care a fig. just so we
can go next time.
Much success to The Constitution ; it is a spier
did paper.
M ill some one please send me the words of “My
Bonny Lies Out on the Ocean.”
Correspondents solicited,
Phebe E. Waggoner. Sweedlin Hill, W. Va.—l
have been a silent admirer of The Constitution for
sometime. 1 am delighted with tiie little folks' col
umn, and their letters are real interesting to me.
1 never see any letters from the cousin- in M’est
Virginia. I will give you a description of our
state, and my home among the West Virginia hills
in my next letter.
My pa. is a farmer and we live in the count ry.
M'o have lots of little chickens and turkeys; these
are all my pets.
I go to school in winter; we have four months
of schoo in our state. I like to go to school, and
onlv misseed one day during the whole term last
winter. Among ali of my studies, geography is
my favorite.
Can any of the cousins that live in the “sunny
south’’ tell me when and where the first cotton
seed came from that was planted in the United
States, and in which state was it first raised?
1 will answer Pearl’s question:
The dying words of General Wolfe was “God be
blessed, now ' die happy.”
If any of the cousins will write to me, I will
send them the ballad, “I’ll Remember You, Love,
in my Prayers.”
Correspondents solicited.
Ida Porter, Talladega, Ala.—Cousins, I suppose
that you are all glad that school has closed, 1 am
for one. M’hen my next year's work is complete,
I will receive my “sheep skin,” and how delight
ful to think of not going to school any more,
though 1 intend studying violin and piano several
vears longer.
‘ I think L. E. Fletcher’s literary subject a gland
one for the young people to think over and ex
press their opinion on. While it seems to meth.it
both an education and environments are essential
to the formation of character, I think a good edu
cation is the more important.
Education is development; it is not simply rules
and facts demonstrated, but it is a growth of the
mind.
Me may have all the environments we desire,
and then not obtain for ourselves the character
which we might were we educated. Education is
progression, even death does not end it. Too many
have thought that to obtain a sufficient education
to appear advantageously m life, that his whole
youth must be spent in some seminary of learning.
All will admit that a refined classical education
is sufficient. A little well known is worth a libra
ry of uncertainty. 1 think that a person with a
good common sense education should have a good
character. Now, cousins, let us hear from all on
this subject.
I solicit a correspondent from middle Tennessee,
between sixteen and nineteen years of age.
Hal Glenn, Harmony Grove, Ga.—Glancing over
the columns of The Constitution, my eye fell on
the prize offered for the best story entitled "A
Summer Vacation.” That theme, a summer vaca
tion, set my thoughts a going. After a term of
harttwork, tiie student hails with delight his
summer rest. All school books are laid aside. No
more confinement in tiie school-room; no more
neglected lessons, as remorseless as Macbeth’s
gho-t which would not down . No, indeed. M e
have planned it all out beforehand. The long
walks in the bracing country air, the running,
racing, riding, driving, boating, that sends the
blood tingling through our veins, brings the rose
to the cheek, tiie sparkle to the eye. Tins is free
dom This is perfection of happiness to the or
dinary bovorgtrl. The tension of mind is relaxed,
both mind and body is refreshed, strengthened
and immeasurably benefited.
But we can get more than this out of one vaca
tion Whv not begin to make collections of vari
ous kinds? In your walks through the cool woods,
bv the brook sides, through the fields, keep a
“we.ither-eye” out for anything and everything
commonplace, quaint or curious. „„„„
Collect insects, leaves, flowers, shells, bird eggs,
minerals. This will add zest to your rain hies.
How many of you h ive ever studied butterflies
M’hat is a'butterfly? How does it differ from the
moth? M’hat are its habits?
Many interesting and instructive lessons may be
gained’ from observations of the common house
fly. the ant, the bee, etc.
We are prone to pass these creatures by with in
difference as scarcely worthy a passing
Let us learn more of the beautiful world we live
in. more ot the animals that enjoy it with us,
more of the vegetation that clothes e
Who does not love to study fl °wers. Our one
regret is that their life is so Acting, that then
beauty fades so quickly. Now is the time for
g 'perbai>s th'e cousins’do not know that if press, d
between layers of cotton batting flowers will re
tain their colors. This is the best way that I can
find for pressing them. After they •‘re pressed
mount on card board or make a herbarium of a
scrap book, or of tin old patent office report.
If this is done the Howers soon acquire amw
meaning for us. "The primrose by the rivet 8
brim” is something more than a • simple prim
rose.”
A Gubernatorial Fan.
From The Philadelphia Record.
The business system would be healthful
enough if it were not for the Pullman-ary
trouble. - ... -
LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER
And His Queer Country —What the Children Saw and Hear
There.
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS, (Author of “Uncle Remus.”)
Copyrighted, 1894, by the Author.
PART VI.
More About the Talking Saddle.
The queer looking girl was running from
the very queer looking boy and both were
laughing loudly. When they saw the chil
dren sitting at the table they both stopped
suddenly. The the queer looking girl turned
and made a wry face at the very queer
looking boy. At this both burst out laugh
ing and suddenly stopped again.
“Be ashamed of yourselves!” exclaimed
old Mr. Rabbit, wrapping on the door
with hi £ s cane. “Be ashamed! Where are
your manners? Go and speak to our
friends and make your best bow, too —
don't forget that!” Mr. Rabbit appeared
to be very indignant.
Mrs. Meadows was in a better humor.
“This,” she said, as the queer looking girl
came forward, “is Chickamy Crany Crow,
and this, as the very queer looking boy
came timidly up, is Tickle-My-Toes.”
They bowed and then went off a little
ways, lookng very solemn and comical.
They didn’t dare glance at each other for
fear they would begin laughing again.
The reason they looked so queer was be
cause, although they acted like children,
they were old in appearance—as old as a
person past middle age.
“They are country raised, poor things!
A
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“Then, Your Honor,” Replied Tip-Top, “Give This Man His Liberty.”
You’ll have to excuse them. They don't
know any better.” Mr. Thimbletinger
sighed as he said this and locked thought
ful.
“What about the talking saddle?” Buster
John inquired. “You said the story wasn't
finished.”
"To be sure! To be sure!” Mr. Thimble
finger cried. “My mind is like a wagon
without a tongue. It goes every way but
the right way. Where was I? Oh, yes, I
remember now.
“Well, the mayor was very thankful to
Tip-Top for saving his treasure and hi«
horses, but he wasn’t satisfied about the
saddle. He was worried. Now, you know
when a child is worried it cries, but when
a grown man is worried he sits down and
looks away off and puts his elbow in his
hand and his finger to his nose—so.”
"Oh, I’ve seen papa do that,” laughed
Sweetest Susan.
"Yes. that’s the way the mayor did,”
Mr. Trimblefinger continued. “There was a
great thief in that country who had never
been caught. He didn't care for judges and
juries and courthouses. He always sent the
mayor word when he was coming to the
cltv and when he was going away.
"No, just the day before the mayor had
received a letter from this man. The thief
said he was coming after a fine race horse
that was owned by the mayor’s brother.
So the mayor sat and thought, and finally
he asked Tip-Top If his talking saddle
could catch a famous thief.
“ ‘lt has just caught four common
rogues, your honor,’ replied Tip-Top, ‘and
1 think it can catch one uncommon thief.’
“Then the mayor told Tip-Top that the
most famous thief In all that country in
tended to steal his brother’s race horse.
Tip-Top said he must see the horse and
together they went to the stable where it
was kept. The horse was already guarded.
Two servants sat in the stall, two sat
outside and two remained near the door.
The mayor’s brother was also there.
“ ‘What Is this?’ the brother asked.
“ 'This fellow wants to sell his saddle?’
replied the mayor.
“ ‘Then arrest him,’ cried the brother,
‘for he is the thief.’
" ‘Nonsense,’ replied the mayor. ‘He is a
very honest man and I will vouch for him.
Then the mayor called his brother aside and
told him why the man with the saddle
had come to see the horse.
“Tip-Top talked with the men who had
been set to guard the horse and he soon
found that one of them was an accomplice
of the thief. This man made a swift sign
to Tip-Top and placed his finger on his
mouth. Tip-Top replied by closing his eyes
with his fingers, as if to show that he
w.J ; w
The Queer Looking Boy and Girl,
saw nothing. When he had an opportunity
he said to this man:
“ ‘Tell your master I will be willing to
sell the saddle tonight. I will sleep with it
under my head on the next corner. It is
worth one thousand pieces of gold.’
“Then he returned to the mayor and they
went away. Tip-Top laughed as they
walked along. ‘This thief,’ he remarked,
'is a fool. It is so easy to steal a horse
that he will not buy a saddle. He will
try to steal mine. Then we shall catch
him. He will get the horse ’
“ ‘What!’ cried the mayor; ‘get the
horse ?’
“ ‘Certainly; nothing is easier,’ replied
Tip-Top. ‘He will get the horse and then
he will want a saddle. He will be passing
the wall here. He will see me sleeping with
my head on my friend and then he will
attempt to steal it, but the surcingle will
be buckled around my body and I will
awake and cry blue murder. Then you and
your brother can come forward from the
vacant house yonder and seize him.’
“ ‘Where did you learn all this?’ asked
the mayor. He began to suspect that his
brother was right when he said that Tip-
Top was the thief.
“ ‘My saddle told me,* Tip-Top answered.
“ ‘Well,’ said the mayor, ‘your plan is as
good as any, but how will the thief get the
horse that is so well guarded?’
“ ‘Ah!’ Tip-Top exclaimed, ‘if I were to
tell you we should never catch the thief.
“So it was all arranged. Tip-Top was to
sleep on his talking saddle near the wall
and the mayor and his brother were to
watch from the windows of the vacant
house opposite.
“When night came the watchers who had
been set to guard the horse were very
anxious. They were ready to arrest any
one who might chance to enter. Whenever
they 'heard footsteps approaching they
seized their clubs and stood on the defen
sive. Sometimes a passerby would pause,
look in and ask what the trouble was. Then
the watchers would reply that they were
waiting for the great thief who was com
ing to steal the fine horse. Thus the hours
Datssed, but no thief came. Then the
watchers began to get tired.
“ ‘We are crazy,’ said one. ‘How can a
thief steal this horse even if he were to
come in here? We are four to one. Two
of us should sleep awhile and thus we can
take turns in watching.’ This was agreed
to, and two of the guards stretched them
selves on the straw and prepared to sleep.
But just then they heard some one singing
far down the street. It was a jolly song
and the sound of it came louder and
louder. As the singer was going by the light
In the stable caught his eye and he paused
and looked in, but still kept up his singing.
“ ‘Friends,’ he said when his song was
done, ‘what Is the trouble?’
“ ‘We are watching a horse.’
“ ‘ls he sick? Perhaps I can aid you.. I
have doctored many a horse in my day.’
“ ‘He is not sick,’ replied the watchers.
•He is well and taking his ease. We are
watching to prevent a thief from stealing
“Then they told him the threat the thief
h “ d ‘(\>me,' that is too good,’ cried the new
comer. ‘This thief will be worth looking
at when four such stout lads as you get
thiough with him. When does he show
hin self?’
“ ‘That Is what we are to find out, re
plied the watchers.
“ ‘Very well,’ the newcomer said; 111
stay, by your permission, and see you dou
ble him up.’
“The watchers gave their consent gladly,
for the newcomer had a lively manner and
a rattling tongue. He sang songs and
told stories for an hour or more, and then
pulled a bottle from under his coat.
“ ‘A little wine,’ he said, ‘will clear the
fog from our throats,’ He passed the bot
tle around and all drank except the guard,
who was watching in the stall.
“Now. the man who had come singing
up the street was the thief himself, and
the guard in the stall was his companion.
The wine was drugged, and in a very few
minutes three of the watchers were tast
asleep. Then the thief and his companion
tcok the horse from the stall.
“ ‘I shall have to remain here and pre
tend to he .asleep,’ said the companion.
‘You will find a saddle around the corner.’
He then told the thief about the man with
the saddle.
“ ‘You are a fool, my friend,’ said the
thief. ‘lt is a trick—a trap.’
“But when he had carried off the horse
and hid it at the house of an acquaintance,
the thought of the man with the saddle
worried him so that he went back to sat
isfy himself. Tip-Top and his saddle were
there, and Tip-Top had slept so soundly
that his head had rolled from his pillow.
The thief thought it would be a goca
stroke of business to take the saaaie
along, but when he tried to lift It Tip-Top
awoke and seized him, and cried ’Murder!’
at the top of his voice.
“The mayor and his brother rushed from
their place of concealment and soon tne
thief was bound.
“ ‘Where is the horse?’ cried the mayor.
“ ‘What horse?’ exclaimed the thief. ‘Do
you think I carry horses in my pocketT
“ ‘What were you doing here, then?’
“ ‘This fellow’s head had slipped from
its pillow, and when I tried to put it back
he seized me and yelled that I was mur
dering him! I saw no horse under the
saddle.’
“ ‘Wait here a little.* said Tip-Top. ‘Hold
this thief till I return.’
“He went to the stable, woke the thief’s
accomplice, who, by this time, was really
asleep, and told him his companion had
been captured. ‘lf I can find the horse
and hide it our friend will be safe, for
nothing can be proved on him.'
“The man was so frightened that he
told Tip-Top where he had arranged to
meet the thief the next day. Then Tip-
Top returned to the mayor and his brother,
who still held the thief, and took them to
house where the horse had been stabled.
"When the horse had been found and
restored to its owner the mayor said to
Tip-Top that he would not only reward him
handsomely, but grant any request he might
make.
“ ‘Then, your honor,’ replied Tip-Top,
‘give this man his liberty.'
“ ‘Why, asked the mayor, much aston
ished.
“ ‘Because, your honor, he is my broth
er.’
"The thief was as much astonished as
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the mayor at this turn in his affairs, but
he had no difficulty in recoginzing Tip-Tup
as his younger brother.
“ ‘He certainly is a man of talent,' said
the mayor, ‘and it is a pity that he should,
be executed.’
“Then the thief fell on his knees and
begged the mayor to pardon him, promis
ing to live and die an honest man. And.
he kept his promise. He engaged in busi
ness, and, aided by Tip-Top's advice and
influence, made a large fortune.”
“What became of the talking saddle?"
asked Buster John.
“Well,” replied Mr. Thimblefinger, “Tip-
Tcp hung the saddle in his front porch, as
you have seen farmers do. He thought
a great deal of It.”
“I’ve read something about the great
thief, remarked Buster John, "But the
story didn’t end that way. The thief es
caped ev<iy time.”
“Oh, well, you know how some people
are,” exclaimed Mrs. Meadows. “They want
everything to happen just so; even a thief
must be a big man if he’s in a story; but
I don’t believe anybody ever stole anything
yet without getting into trouble about it.”
“Who is that crying?" Mr. Rabbit sud
denly exclaimed.
“1 hear no crying,” said Mrs. Meadows.
“I certainly thought I heard crying,"
persisted Mr. Rabbit.
“It is Chicks ny Crany Crow and Tickle-
My-Toes singing. Listen!”
bure enough tne queer looking boy ana
the queer looking girl were singing a song.
One sang one line and the other the next
line, and this made the song somewhat
comical. The words w’ere something like
these:
CHICKAMY CRANY CROW
Oh sing it slow,
This song of we
Os the girl who went to wash her toe!
Her name was Chick—
(Oh, run here quick)—
The word’s so thick)—
Chickamy—Chickamy Crany Crow!
She went to the well and fell in the ditch
YV hat o’clock, old Witch?
The clock struck one
And bowed to the sun;
Chickamy what? and Chickamy which?
But the sun was fast asleep, you know;
And the moon was quick,
With her old-time trick.
To hide from Chick—
Chickamy—Chickamy Crany Crow*
Chickamy what? and Chickamy' which?
She went to the well and fell in the ditch;
M hat o’clock, old Witch?
Oh sad to tell!
She went to the well—
The time was as close to eve as to dawn—
Io Chickamy Chick,
So supple and slick,
The clock said 'Tick!'
But when she came back her chicken was
gone!
Oh, vvhatamy, whichamy, chickamy O’
Moonery, oonery, tiekamy Toe!
Wellery, tellery, gittery go’
Witchery, itchery, knickery know.”
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way to’rds home. Time we git dar—ef we
ever is ter git dar—it’ll be dark good. Den
what yo’ ma gwine ter say. She gwine ter
talk wid de flat er her han’ —dat what she
gwine ter talk wid. Come on!”
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“I done seed much ez I want ter see,”
replied Drusilla, “an’ now I want ter live
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was the enlarged bottom of the spring—
there was a huge shadow. The children
looked at it in silence.
(To be Continued.)
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