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TUESDAY.
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hee. 20 three O'Clock p ~. BY order of the
Board oi Directors
ROBERT 7. PORTER. Chairman.
j Il. WILSON
l.. VI. SAUNDERS. Executive
THEo. II. HARDING. Committee
JAMES r. DUBOIS.
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hereby certify that a. W Armstrong hz
given the boid required By tie deere Tor
tie III Thcophius BaIlengcr against Mirimei
Nngcnt ct ais.
JOHN (. BEACH Clerk.
ByJ T. CALLAHAS, Den. Cik K
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man has a brother, who has just re-
turned from a journey in strange lands.
The saddle says, your honor, that this
woman's brother has a companion who
has long hair and a strong arm
''Is that all?" asked the mayor.
''No, your honor, it is not half
cit is very strange said the house
maid.
1.-The saddle says, your honor, that if
you will sit in the closet by the Chin
ney, in the first room to the right,
where there is an iron box that is very
heavy, you will receive visit tonight
from this woman's companion
THE mayor was very much astonish-
ed. but before he could open his lips
the woman fell on her knees and con-
fessed ALL The mayor called an officer
and sent her away. Then he turned to
Tip-Top and asked:
ais that ALP
""By no means, your honor. The sad
die says send for the coachman.
1.-THE mayor did SO, and the coachman
came bowling and smiling.
Glow much is the saddle WORTH? Z"
the mayor asked him.
master, it is worthless, replied the
coachman, with a sheer.
"T,et us see,' said the mayor. Then,
turning to Ti-Top: What does the sad
die say?
cit says, your honor, that this coach
man here has nephew, who mas just
returned from a long journey. 1t says
that this nephew has companion VINO
has short hair and a heavy hand
"What more?'
The saddle says, your honor, that
if Won will sleep in the manger where
your two finest horses feed, you will re
ceiye a visit from the coachnlan >
nephew and his travelling companion.
1.-THE coachman implored his master s
mercy and told all. OF course; the
mayor was very much astonished. lie
turned his unfaithful servants over 10
an officer, and that night had watch
SET around his house and stable and
caught the thieves and their compan-
But the saddle didn't talk" said
Sweetest Susan so the man didn't
tell what was true" She made this re-
mark with so much dignity that Mrs.
Meadows laughed.
But Buster John was quite impatient.
sDThis isn't a girls story" he exclaimed.
"Oh yes" replied Mrs. Meadows. 1T
is for girls as we'll as boys Sometimes
people tell stories just to pass the time
AWAY. and if the stories have little fbS
lin 'em, that don't do anybody any
harm. They just keep them in there.
If they didn't, the story wouldn't be
true
us that the end of the story of the
Talking Saddle?" asked Buster john
'.lIo. oh, nor Mr.. Thimblefinger an
swered. Il was just going to tell you
the rest"
But before he could go on with it the
noise of laughter was heard at the
door, and then there came running in a
lqueer-looking girl and very queer
looking boy.
TO be continued.)
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bic stood on three legs and the chair
had a broken back. Mother Marta
was seeing hard times. The best of
everything she once had was sold
piece by peace TO a second hand dealer
for a mere song. Yet so far it had
sufficed to keep body and soul togeth-
err y bread-crust was still left and
the hen and the beads, but who
wanted a rasping, cross old hen and
the beads: were they not too expen-
sively carved to find a buyer in that
lean region? Still Mother Marta kept
up good heart. She combed out her
long, thick hair and plated it into
neat mat for the back of her head.
She rubbed her face till it shone with
the coarse towel, and she heated an
iron over her neighbours Goals and
pressed all the wrinkles from the skirt
of her cotton gown. Then she caught
Brigitta, hung the beads in three coils
about her neck and started for the
church
It was high time. All the peasantry
in the region seemed afoot While don
keys. goats, dogs, parrots, pigeons and
chickens We're pulled and pushed and
carried in the crowd as if it were a
circus parade out of cage.
Leon was there with Edo in a high
hat as much like q tile as. an ingenious
boy can devise. 1t sat very comfortably
on his head too, being tied under his
chin with light blue ribbons that lay
prettily against the lace frill that
trimmed the dogs neck so jauntily.
Fido, however, was in no better tenn
per than Mother. Marta's hen. He
snapped at the heels of the woman in
front of him, who was carrying a par
rot in a. tiny silk bonnet, and he pulled
a bunch of wool from lamb that was
pushed accidentally. against him.
plague take you, Fido," cried his
master, yanking him back into place
by a string. 81 shall soon have to take
you in my arms as Mother Marta does
her hem
..And bothersome thing it is to
carry too responded Mother Marta,
with the spurs on its legs ard on the
corners of it's wings, going into one
like hammered tacks.''
When the church was at legth
reached there was a long detention. The
hen Topped in the old woman's arms
land Fido growled and showed his
white teeth as they were pushed this
way and that by the crowd, good-natu r-
eddy surging toward one door as hun
dreds poured out from the other, their
part in the ceremony over.
II believe we're in now, surely" mum
'bled Mother Marta to F'ido's master.
UGH how close it is, and how I wish
this everlasting cackler would hold its
peace,
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ruff1ed feathers of her frightened dove;
'see, some one has caught it and they
are handing it back to you"
ooh, surely said Mother MARTA,
catching her breath, may I not die
for another ten years if 1 live through
this, the foul beastie.'
Say, missis,'' said the small boy,
who was the last to hand the hen to
her." they whispered me to tell you
that the gentleman who caught it said
you was to wait for him outside the
church.
Mother Marta nodded She did not
venture to speak a word in answer
to this message, though it surprised
her
The hen again struggled in her grasp.
Hist, now" she mumb.ed in a kind
lier way, thinking how her son had
foretold good fortune for Brigitta
would bring her. Hist, now, and when
when we get home it's you that shall
have the last bit iiiiiii iiiii oifoociusb' &C
have the last bit of crust that is left
and not me. Do you hear, Brigitta?
Hist, be quiet
The gentleman who had caught Brig
itta after her mad flight across the
church, seemed to have had quite
enough of this animal show. He slowly
edged his way out OF church and es-
Gaping the crowd, walked up and down
a little distance off, where he could still
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watch those who entered and came out
of the place of worship, and yet avoid
the nois of confusion.
In a few moments he saw Mother
Marta appear, her hen grasped tightly
in her arms, and back of her came
Fido and her master. Their part of the
strange service was also over
Old Marta looked about as if expect
ing to see some one.
There he is SAID the pretty girl with
the pigeon, the gentleman, L mean,
who caught your hen when it fell.
See, he is nice looking, like tourist
who has come to see our country" and
the pretty girl went on as the strnge
gentleman came up.
I'm told your name is Mother
Marta" said the stranger with a
pleasant smile.
Yes, sir said Mother Marta, max
ing a deep curtesy, "and barring my
name and this old hen L have not much
else"
Yes, you have a beautiful string of
beads. I noticed them when [ caught
your hen. Can you sell Them to me-?
1 wiuld like to buy them"
They are valuable, [ know" replied
Mother Marta, trying to feel her way
said they were worth heap of money
when he gave them to me-
What may l have them for?"
Poor Mother Marta had only limited
idea of prices. She named the biggest
price she could think ofon such short
notice.
Here is twice that" said the gentle
man. putting four gold pieces into her
hand.
Mother Marta's fingers trembled as
she unwound the beads from the
chickens neck.
II am very rich she said, tears COM
ing into her eyes, ''the lad was RICH, the
hen has brought me good luck
NJ. CARRIE HYDE.
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carrying the saddle on his back, he put
it on his head. At first the people
thought he was carrying the saddle be-
cause he had sold his horse for a good
price, or because the animal had died.
But he went through street after street
still carrying the saddle on his head
Fever pausing to look around or to
speak to anybody, and at last the peo-
pie began to wonder. Some said he
was a simpleton, some said he was a
saddle maker advertising his wares,
and some said he was a tramp who
ought to be arrested and put in the
workhouse.
This talk finally reached the ears of
the mayor of the town, and he sent for
Tip Top to appear before him"
What is mayor asked Sweetest
Susan, suddenly.
He de head patter-roller,' said Dru-
silla, before anybody else could reply:
That's about right" Mr.. Thimole-
finger declared. well, the mayor
to the place where the mayor held his
court, Tip-Top inquired where his
house was and went there. Now, when
Tip-Top knocked at the mayors door
the servant, seeing a man with a sad
die on his head began to rail at him.
" Do you think the mayor keeps his
harness in the parlor? Go in the side
gate and carry the saddle in the cellar
where it belongs. Hang it on the first
peg you see.'
"Tip-Top tried to say something, but
the servant shut the door with a bang.
Then Tip-Top did as he was bid. He
went through the side gate, and found
the cellar without any trouble, but in
stead Of hanging the saddle on a peg,
he placed it on the floor and sat ON it.
after waiting patiently awhile, won
dering when the mayor would call him,
Tip-Top heard voices on the other side
Of the wall. He listened closely, and
soon found that the housemaid, who
door, was talking to her brother, who
had just returned from a long journey.
g The mayor has gold said the
brother. You must tell me where he
keeps it. l have a companion in my
travels, and tonight we shall come and
take the treasure
For d long time the housemaid re-
fused TO tell where the mayor kept his
gold. She sobbed and cried good
deal, but the brother threatened and
coaxed, and finally she told him where
the treasure lay.
ct is in a closet by the chimney in
of the stairs. The gold is in an iron
box, and it is very heavy
My companion has long hair and a
strong ARM said the brother lie is
cross-eyed and knockkneed. 1t Would
MT do for you to meet him in the hall
way. Go to bed early and lock your
door, and if you hear any cutlery dur
ing the night cover your head with
pillow and go to sleep again.
"Then the housemaid and her brother
went away.
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Mother Martha had not meant to do
anything rough or unseemly in the sa-
cred place. They are now pushed for
ward within two yards of the chancel;
a goose in her rear carried in the arms
of an old man. thrust his cold bill
against Mother Marta's neck. She was
startled and brought down her broad
heavy foot upon Fido's silky white tail.
With a snarl and a snap he turned upon
her. She drew back with a sudden jerk,
the cackling hen tapped again her
black wings, pulled her legs from the
old woman's relaxed grasp, and flying
with fearful squack toward the di-
agonal corner, fell like a shot pigeon
into the crowd near the door.
Heaven help usr' cried Mother Mar
ia. wringing her empty hands, what
ever have 1 done?''
Easy to be seen," growled Fido's
master, above all the din of quacking
geese, squealing pigs, mewing cats and
the neighing of horses, great good
your hen will get now. I wouldn't
wonder if it's dead already
mo, it's not" whispered a pretty
pink faced girl, smoothing down the
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Well said Tlp-Top, this is no
place for me-
He waited awhile and then went out
of the cellar into the yard with his
saddle on his head. The cook; seeing
him there, told him to carry the saddle
to the stable where the horses were
kept. Tip-Top went to the stable,
placed his saddle in an empty stall and
sat on it.
After awhile he heard two persons
come in from the street. They went in
to a stall nearby and began to talk.
One was the coachm2n and the other
was his nephew VINO had just returned
from long journey.
. The Mayor has fine horses, said
the nephew, I must have two of them
tonight, otherwise l am ruined forever.
The coachman refused to listen at
first, but after awhile he consented.
He told his nephew that the stable boy
slept in the manger.
:" I have a companion in my travels,
said his nephew, and tonight we will
come and take the horses away. Mr.
companion has short hair and a heavy
hand. Close your ears and cover your
head with straw if you hear any out
cry
After awhile the coachman and his
nephew went out into the street again,
and then Tip-Top came forth from the
stable with the saddle on his Lead.
The Mayor had just come in, and was
standing at his window. He saw the
man in the yard with the saddle on his
head, and sent servant to call him.
" What is your name? asked the
Mayor.
" .Tip-Top, your Honor
didn't ask after your health,
asked for your name said the Mayor.
. 1T is Tip-Top, your Honor
Your name or your health?'
Both, Your Honor
" What are you doing here?
"' His Honor the Mayor sent for me,
Your Honor
What were you doing just now?
Waiting to be sent for, Your
Honor
Where is your horse?' asked the
Mayor.
:" I have no horse, Your Honor
Why do you carry your saddle?'
Because no one will carry it for me-
Your Honor
: 6 !, Why DO you not sell it and be rid
Few are rich enough to buy-,t
Your Honor?'
How much money is it worth?'
Two thousand pieces of gold, Your
Honor
Are you crazy?' cried the Mayor
Why is it so valuable?'
1t is q talking saddle, Your Honor.
What does it say?'
Every thing, Your Honor. 1t warns,
it predicts and it gives advice
Let it talk for me- said the Mayor
full of curiosity.
Your Honor would fail to under
stand its language. replied Tip-Top.
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January. Mother Marta stood in her
little bare doorway, watchipga nothing
more or less than coai HACK hen
that beat. it's wings against the bars of
the coop which held it. and thrusting
out it's head scolded angrily.
ooh. Brigitta You croSs-patch. I'm
glad YOU are fast and sure in that
box said Mother Marta to the hen,
because I'm going. to carry You to the
church today to have your black tenn
per cast out.
.sBrigitta,n as Mother Marta called
the hen, only made louder cackling
and tried the harder to get out
whats the matter with your chick
en-. Mother Marta?'' asked 2. l1ig hoy
who was going by. You'd better take
it TO the church this afternoon to get
rid of its temper. shall take my
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not caring to hear Mother Martas
long complaint, but now ne looked
back and placing his hands round his
mouth shouted, MAKE her fine, Moth
er Marta, for the church. Tie bit of
tinsel round her neck and a ribbon to
each claw. Fido is to wear a hat like
man, and lace frill about his
throat like a woman" and, laughing
at his own joke, he went on.
Leon is right, Brigitta," said Moth
er Marta, you must be trigged out in
a smacking of finery, if it's no more
than my silver beads around your
neck. I'll go and polish them up so
that they'll shine like the good metal
they are"
It was very meager little room
that Mother Marta entered. One
chair. table, a bed and a cupboard,
were all it contained. The cupboard
was dishless. the bed quiltless of all
covering save a faded quilt. The ta-
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children who talked too much, but
these don't talk at ALL
HOh, they'll soon get over that" Mrs.
Meadows remarked. Everything is so
strange here they don't know what to
make of it, When 1 was a little bit of
a thing my ma used to take me to
cuttings, and L know it took me the
longest kind of time to get used to
the strangers and ALL"
This isn't a quilting said Sweetest
Susan. with a sigh; I" wish it was
Il don't!' exclaimed Buster John,
plumply.
f.Once when I was listening at a key
hole said Mr.. Thimblefnger, placing
his tiny knife and fork crosswise on
his plate, Il heard story about a
Talking Saddle
Tell it. tell itr' cried Buster John
and Sweetest Susan.
Il suppose you have no pie today"
said Mr.. Rabbit.
"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Meadows, "Well
have the pie and the story, too"
Mr.. Thimblefinger smacked his lips
and winled his eye in such comical
fashion that the children laughed
heartily, but they didn't forget the
story.
Il don't know that 1 can remember
the best OF it." said Thimblefnger.
1.-The wind was blowing and the key
hole was trying to learn how TO whistle,
and | may have missed some of the
story But it was such a queer one ana
] was listening so closely that | came
very near falling off the Goor knob
when some one started to come out. l
think we'd better eat our pie first
might get one of those huckleberriea
in my throat while talking, and there's
no doctor close at hand TO keep me
from choking to death"
So they ate their huckleberry pie, and
then Mr.. Thimblefinger told the story.
tOnce upon a time a farmer had five
sons. He was not rich and he was not
ooor. He had some land and he had
Nile money. He divided his land
equally among his four oldest sons,
giving to each just as much as he could
till. To each he also gave piece of
money. Then he called his youngest
son and said:-
You have sharp eyes and a keen
wit. You want no land All you need
is a saddle That I will give you
GA saddlei What will l do with a
saddle?' asked the younger son, whose
name was Tip Top.
:" Make your fortune with it
"'If I had a horse
:" A head is better than a horse the
father replied.
mot long after the old man died.
The lind was divided up among the
four older sons, and Tip Top was left
with the saddle He sung it on his
back and set out to make his fortune.
It was not long before he came to
LANCE town. He rested for awhile and
,Ea.Ha went into the town. He remem-
bered that his father had said head
was better than horse. so instead Of
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Fido to keep him from getting mad
when the weather turns hot"
I am going to take her. answered
Mother Marta, for such pest of a
hen I never knew since the day my lad
sent her to me saying she would bring
me good luck Good luck, indeed! If
scratching up every bit of flower and
eatable in my garden is good luck, be-
side tramping into my cottage with
mud on her claws every time my back
is turned! A wild steer would be twice
the comfort and good luck of this
squawking fowl"
The boy had passed on, whistling,
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in the half circles through the water
until they stretch out straight on
either side from your body. Your
legs meanwhile must also be drawn up
until your toes almost touch, then
stretched out quickly, the feet far
apart When your hands are drawn
up against your chest. your knees must
be simultaneously crooked to bring
your feet together and arms and legs
propelled through the water at the
came moment.
Go through these movements for at
least ten minutes every day in the
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feet off the bottom and lie in the atti-
tude shown in the picture. Have
never bit of fear, you are we'll sup
ported, your face is out of the water,
and you will fell your body lifted up
by it as though pushed from beneath.
Now, with arms and legs stretched to
their full length, make the first strokc.
Draw your. hands up to your chest, the
finger tips nearly touching, the palms
turned out. Then sweep your arms out
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LET it talk, and do you tell me
what it says
''Tip-Top placed his saddle on the
carpet and pressed his foot against it
until the leather made a creaking
noise.
Il am waiting said the Mayor,
What does the saddle say?'
"It says, your honor, THAI you must
call the housemaid.'
''The mayor, to humor the joke, did
so. The housemaid came, grunrbling.
She looked at the saddle, at Tip-Top
and then at the mayor.
cit saws. your honor, that this wo-
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LEARNING TO SWIM.
The Easiest Way for Girls to Acquire
the ACCOMPLISHMENT.

The best way to teach a boy to
swim is to toss him over the side of
a boat with a rope about his waist,
and let him plunge and tumble in the
water until he catches the movements
of arms and legs that carries him light
ly along the surface. A girl should be
sent to swimming school if there is
such a convenience in her town or city.
Or if at the seaside this summer many
girl who was never in the salt water
before can quickly acquire this most
graceful and servsceable accomplish
mentby a very simple method. A
comfortable flannel bathing. suit and a
strong-armed brother or other COM
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panion who swims well are the chief
equipments for this practical beginning.
Wade into the water until it is
waist deep, and then ask yur brother
to put one arm under your body
about the waist line and place his other
hand under your chin. then lift your
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,IoTugR MARTA,s HEN.

1t was San Antonio's day. The old
church on the outskirts of zacatecas
was made ready for the singular animal
service to be held there at 5 o'clock
that afternoon, and the air was soft
and warm, though it was the 18th of
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Both Sexes Are Included in
These Columns.
BRIGHT BITS FROM
BRAINY WRITER'S
JOEL CHADLER HARRIS TELLS OF
LITTLE MIR. THIMBLEFINGER,
Mother Marta's Hen-Learning to
Swim-The Easiest Way in Which
Girls May Acquire This Much-De-
sired Accomplishment.

High-class literature, pure in tone
and sentiment. is again presented to
uhe youthful readers of The Herald.
Any or all of it may be read by chill
dren of q larger grow a with profit.