The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-07-16

II heard story about a Talking Saddle"
Tell it! tell tv' cried Buster John and
Sweetest Susan.
81 suppose you have no pie today" said
Mr.. Rabbit.
ooh, yes" said Mrs. Meadows. well
have the pie and the story, too"
Mr.. Thimblefinger smacked his lips and
winked his eye in such comical fashion that
the children laughed heartily. but they
didn't forget the story.
Il don't know that L can remember the
best OF it," said Mr.. Thimblefinger. 1.-THE
wind was blowing and the keyhole was
trying to learn how to whistle, and L may
have missed some of the story. But 1t was
such a queer one and l was listening so
closely that I came very near falling off
the door knob when some one started to
come out | think we'd better eat pie
first. might get one of those huckleberries
in my throat while talking, and there S
no doctor close at hand to keep me from
choking to DEATH
So they ate their huckleperry pie, ana
then Mr.. Thimblefnger told the story
''Once upon a time a farmer had hve
sons. He was not rich and he was not
door, He had some land and he had little
money. He divided his land equally among
his four oldest sons, giving each just as
much as he could till. To EACH he also
gave a piece of money. Then he called
"'You have sharp eyes and keen wit.
You want no land. All you need is a sad
die That l will give YOU
"a saddle! What will L do with a sad
die? asked the younger son, whose name
was Tip-Top.
MAKE your fortune with it.
of | had a horse
"a head is better than horse the
father replied.
"Not long after the old man died. The
Lind was divided up among the four older
sens, and Tip-Top was left with the sad
die. He slung it on his back and set out
to make his fortune. 1t was not long be-
FIRE he came to large town. He rested
for awhile and then he went into the town.
He remembered that his father had said
a head was better than a horse, SO, instead
of carrying the saddle on his back, he
nut it on his head. At first the people
thought he was carrying the saddle be-
cause he h I'D sold his horse for a good
price or because the animal had died. But
ne went through street after street still
carving the saddle on his head, never
nausing to look around or to speak to any
hody. and at last the people began to Won
dor Some said he was a Simpleton, some
said he Was> Il saddle maker advertising
his wares, and some said he was a tramp
who ought to be arrested and put in the
wCrl1house.
"1ThiS talk nnally reaCncu Tie ediS VI Tie
may or Of the town, and he sent Tor lip Top
to appear before him.
what is mayor" asked Sweetest Su-
san, suddenly.
.He de head patter-roller," said Drusilla,
before anybody else could reply.
..That's about right" Mr.. Thimblefinger
declared. "Well, the mayor sent for Tip
TOP. But instead Of going to the place
where the mayor held his court lip Top
h DC
+here- Now, when Tip-Top knocked at the
mayor's door the servant, seeing the man
with a saddle on his head, began to rail
at him.
"'Do you think the mayor keeps ms mar
. IN the narlor? Go in the side gate
and carry the saddle in the cellar where
Il belongs. Hang 1t on the first peg you
see.
"Tip-Top tried to say somsthlne, out
the servant shut the door with bang.
Then Tip-Top went as he was bid. He went
through the side gate, and found the cellar