The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-09-03
GREEN BOY FROM "HARRAH."
saHey's visit to Topsy rurvy Land.
BY Charles Batteil LOOMS.


dow Of his bedroom wondering whether
there would be another food. and rather
hoping that there would be. because he
would Ike to see the animals going IN
two by two It had rained for three days
He had read until he was tired, he had
played with his lead soldiers until he had
fought three Spanish wars and had never
lost an American, and now he was ripe
for the fellowship of any kind Of boy.
He peered up into the sky al the large
drops that grew larger as they descended
and wished that he might b a drop of
rain to have such a lovely long jump from
the clouds 70 the earth II would be bet
Ter than jumping of of the rafters in the
barn. HUlo there was a drop way up
that must be the grandfather OF
the rest. How high il was and how II
was growing Sandy opened the window
to watch It better and the next minute
a funny-l0oking little boy, with a skin
as green as a maple leaf In midsummer
and wearing a silken cloak of the color
Of old gold, landed on his feet upon the
carpet beside Sandy.
i've done ii at last" said he IN a piping
voice that, while not unmuscaI was diff
feTent from any that Sandy had ever
heard.
'Where'd you come from?" he asked the
little chap.
From Harrah," was the reply. He
was just about Sandy's size but more
slender, and his head was nearly twice
as big. His eyes were yellow and shone
like electric lights. His hair was a lighter
shade of green than his body and his hips
were straw color, uncanny looking, and
yet not unnandsome, and decidedly friend
ly. for he rubbed Sandy's cheeks with his
long slender hands and made a cooling
noise that evidently
where's Harrah?" asked Sandy, but
beyond pointing 10 the sky, the green boy
did not explain. Probably he had come
from star and Harrah was what he call
ed It, 1t is unlikely that the people who
live in the stars know what we call
them, and If man came from Mars and
was asked: Wen, how did you leave the
folks at Mars?" he wouldn't understand.
and, indeed might answer: "All well, in
Guiding Ma"
Sandy, who always took things as they
came. said: Let's play checkers"
IAN right" said the green boy. who
certainly spoke good everyday English.
although he had what was evidently Har
rahian accent.
"Oh, dear" said the little visitor sudden
ly, Il forgot TO eat my history lesson be-
fore came down and If I don't know IL
tomorrow my teacher will make me eat
more geography than is good for me Just
to punish me. Have you history cake
anywhere around?"
"A wha'at?" asked Sandy in amaze
ment.
"A history cake. What do you call
them? How would you learn your history
lesson?"
BY studying so hard it would make me
hate IT. answered Sandy promptly He
was just taking up Greek history and lost
all the good marks that American history
had earned for him just because he wasn't
interested in what a lot of dead Greeks had
done.
How funny" said the green boy But
1 supposed that things would be different
up here"
You mean down here" said Sandy.
mo, I DON'T said the green boy, sud-
denly leaping up three feet and sitting in
mid air, as easily as If he were on a seat
Il came up here from down there" point
ing to the sky and we learn things down
there by eating them. We have a speller
that Is in ten cakes and a bite is a lesson
There are about 100 bites to a cake and
when you've eaten all the cakes you know
how TO spell"
"Oh, don't 1 wish that I could learn my
lessons that way. Say, what is your
name?"
"Jorroel," said the green boy.
Mine is Sandy. Say, Jorroel, how do
you sit that wagon nothing?'
"Why, I make up my mind to do it and
then it comes easy. Down in Harrah we
can do whatever we make up our minds TO
do"
But, say" said Sandy. do you like to
eat those cakes?'
"Of course. Our parents think that it
is best for us TO learn all we can about
spelling and reading and typewriting and
arithmetic and this far distant planet that
| lights our night, and so they make the
| cakes as nice as they can be so that wen
| like to learn things. 1 think that history
! cake is the best of the lot, because it's so
nice and sour. but grammar cake 1 don [
| much like because it's sweet and boys dom (
like sweet things"
ooh, don't they though? We earthly boys
do. But, say can't you take me up or
down TO Harrah and bring me back before
bedtlme?"
why I can If you don't weigh more
than fifty pounds. I can make up my
mind to 90 back to Harrah and take you
on my back If you're under fifty in weight.
If you weigh more than that l can't bulge
YOU
Il weigh forty-seven," said Sandy.
Then get GU my back" said Jorroel,
jumping down from his invisible perch.
! Sandy did so and then Jorroel climbed up
on the window ledge and made up his mind
as hard - he could to go back to Harrah.
The next minute they were rushing
through the air at a speed that would
have made the Empire State express turn
as green through envy as Jorroel was. II
may have been five minutes, but IL didn't
seem more than that many seconds before
they had landed al Harrah IN the midst
of an undulatiug meadow of lovely pink
grass. Beautiful butterflies that famed
/ like different cofored lights and that sang
more sweetly than nghungales, flew round
and round in circles until Sandy felt diz-
~ and said So Then they turned and few
the other way. He soon found out that this
| thoughtfuness of others feelings charac-
terized every living thing in Harrah, which
he imagined TO be Mars, although he had
| no means of knowing.
All around them globular dwellings full
of windows hOated in the air and Iorroel
told him that this was his native town and
was called Jarratol. Want to see where
YOU came from?" he asked Sandy.
Sure" said Sandy. / am sorry to say
that he Rad several slang phrases that he
would be glad to drop when he grew old
er and found how burr-like they were and
! as useless as burTs TOO.