THE LITTLE BOY FROM TOWN

Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 147, 19 December 1927, Page 29

THE LITTLE BOY FROM TOWN

P Isf F yOU spend all the year in a bi S town il; is a fine thing to have ,V 14 a summer holiday near the sea. Otherwise you never have a chance ?J {$ of making friends with the sea-fairies or the mermaids, who are ..«*» the most delightful playmates in tlie world. You may know all kinds of other fairies, and be quite intimate with them, but as lone as you hve: nothing can ever make up to you for not knowing the sea-faifies. fo VT •?• WaS 6lght years old ' and he had never met a sea-fairy, Wff f m I B.'" 31 tOT ? en at last his fate and mother and ne went off for a whole month to tl le seaside. There were sands there, very hard and yelow and good to jiiake castles with; and there were lonely cave Sj wnh dripping walls; and there were;heaps of slimy, green seaw^ and shells and r.ocks^or climbing on. Best of all, there were plenty of fames. Michael made friends with all the fairies of the sea and shore but his greatest and best friend was a Mermaid who lived in a cave : Ihe roof of the cave was wet and green, and its floor was pebbly, and here and there arock. Every day Michael came and sat on one of the rocks and listened to the Mermaid's stories, and to the soft, lappinsound of thehttle waves. The Mermaid told'him such stories as hfhad never heard, before, for she had not always been in that cave, but had swum m deep seas and lived on many shores. She told Michael of places where the sea was warm and green, and the rocks were made of coral, ,P^T treeS Sha^. when they played upon the sands! Shelold hun, too, of bitter seas that were made of ice, so thVt no mermaid could swim in them; and of towering icebergs shining in the sun; and of white mist,faines, who turned tlie hair of mermaids into a shower of icicles. Then she told him of sailors who had been her friends, and how some of them were sailing far away, and some of them were drowned,' ana now all or them were good playmates. While Michael listened to these stories his eyes were very round and wide open, and often his mouth was open too. He had never enjoyed anything so much before, and he thought it would be dreadful when the day came for him to leave the dancing sea-fairies and the MermaidV cave and go back to tlie big town where he hardly ever saw any fairies at all. One day he said— - "Mermaid dear, I want something to take back to town with me^ something to make me remember the sea-fairies and you, and to make me tmnk ot the sea tor ever and ever." "Tell me what you want," said the Mermaid, smiling; "and if I can get it for you, I will." * , "Well," said Michael, "it's rather a big thing I was thinking of. Perhaps its too big to ask for. But you see the Bay is full of white-horses to-day. Do you think you could possibly catch one for me? I think it I could take home a white-horse from the Bay, I should remember the sea tor ever and ever. . .'. ■" •■ ■'■• ■■"•■- '

The Mermaid slipped off Her rock and dived into the deep Water. A lew moments.afterwards Michael saw her far out in the Bay with her hair floating in the wind, and her tail glittering under the waves There were a great many wind-fairies playing about that morning, and that was the reason that the Bay was full of white-horses, for when the wind-fames are playing on the sea they always ride white-horses.: Michael.climbed a high rock and stood, on the very top of it, and watched the Mermaid..,- It.was grand to see her gliding through the water, chaswg-.fiTsrone. white-horse arid then another, diving arid darling 'anil dodging;.and: enjoying herself-all the time.- . : .\ . ~" v "Quick, quick!" cried Michael. "You-nearly had him-that "time!" " But she was not quick enough, for the whitfe-horse was out of reach' even as she threw out her white arms to catch his mane. The chase lasted a long tinie, for though mermaids can swim better than most people, a white-horse on the sea is one of the hardest things to catch. At last, however, Michael clapped his hands and shouted: "Shes got him, she's got him! Hurrah—now I shall have a white-' horse to take home with me, and to make me think, of the sea for ever and ever!" ; ; ..'... ' " '

If n had been a fine sight to see the Mermaid chasing the whitehorse across the Bay, it was far finer to see them pome prancing back again. The Mermaid was not swimming this time, but riding on the back of the angry white-horse, who plunged and galloped across the Bay, tossing hjs long mane. And the Mermaid tossed her golden hair and laughed, because she was enjoying her ride. Michael laughed aloud too, because when the white mane and the golden hair streamed up together upon the wind they were very beautiful to see. '...-. . ' And now a very curious and unfortunate thing happened. The wind-fairies suddenly grew tired and went to sleep, every one of them. Now when the wind-fairies go to sleep, the white-horses always dive down below the sea and go to sleep too. Before the Mermaid had reached the shore she was.swimming again, for her white-horse had suddenly disappeared and left her with nothing to ride. He had gone to sleep below; the sea until the next time the wind-fairies wanted to play. "Oh, Mermaid dear," cried Michael, "what have you done with my nice new horse?" . . •

'I am very sorry to tell you," said the Mermaid, lying down on the sand to rest herself, -"that he has gone below the sea to sleep. It is really most unfortunate, but when a white-horse wants to sleep you can't stop him."-' .' . ".-.•■■;. -. '. .. . i '■ ''■ '

"Oh dear, oh dear," said Michael piteously, for it was a great dis-^ appointment.. "'I did so much want to have.a white-horse to make me; think of the sea for ever and ever." ... .'■•"'.'

"Wouldn't anything else do instead?" asked the Mermaid, who was very kind.

Then Michael noticed that every time a little wave reached the shore it broke on the rocks in a shower of coloured jewels. He pointed to them"Bring me some of those, please, Mermaid dear," he said. So the Mermaid took a large shell, shaped like a saucer, and waited^ on a rock till a little wave came in and sprinkled the rocks with jewel*. She held out her shell to catch the jewels, but as soon as they touched the shell they changed into water. ■.'■". s ■;" 'T,00k," she said to Michael, "the jewels have melted." "Oh, dear," said Michael, "what am Ito do? lam gojng>ack to town to-morrow, and I have nothing to remind me of die sea!" "Do you really and truly wish to think of the sea for ever and ever? *'• asked the Mermaid, . . . . ..' V

"Of course I do," said Michael : "Then I will sjng you the Sea Song," said the Mermaid, "and after; that there will be nothing that can make you forget the sea." So while Michael sat on the rock and looked at the sea, the Mermaid sang him the Sea Song, which mermaids have sung to sailors ever, since the first ship was built. It is a song that no one ever forgets. It "is like the voice of the sea calling, calling; and there are many people who hear it always, even in their dreams. If they are people who have to live ia towns, or in country places far from the sea; they are not very happy. ; When the Mermajd had finished singing, she said: * V "Now I have given you something that will make you think of theJ sea for ever and ever." The next day Michael went back to town. He took with him the sound of the Sea Song; and for ever afterwards he heard the voice o£ the sea calling, calling, even in his dreams. That -was why he became a sailor when he was old enough. "

Why do boys andgirjs become smaller when they first come from school? Because they are lesson less (less and less).

Why did the milk turn? Because it saw the dough rise.

When is a glass like an acrobat* When it is a tumbler, • When is a house not a- housef AVhen it is a fire (afire). What two birds can neither walk nor fly? The scare-crow and the weathercock,. PATBICIA M'OAHEY. . ■ Wadestown. . • ■ What country in Europe would be the* best to eatf Turkey. j What country would like to .eat it* Hungary. GORDON SIMi Wellington. \ As round as a riddle as sharp as a lance, hop on my back, and I mil carry you to France. What is it? The nioou. .-.■••■ What is it that is put on the tables cut, and never eaten? .'."'"■ A pack of cards. TED KENNED* Wellington.