ung himself among them
and scattered them right and left by a series of vigorous and
splendidly-executed somersaults. With a well-directed leap, and a wild
cry of "Here we are again!" he vaulted lightly over the church gate, and
began to run up the path towards the door, until, at last, the horrified
onlookers awoke to the realities of the situation and half-a-dozen
sturdy townsmen rushed upon and seized the unhappy man. Then a woman's
piercing scream was heard, and the Vicar's daughter, who had just
arrived on the scene, fell fainting to the ground.

There was no service at S. Athanasius that morning, and the Rev. Thomas
Todd was later on conveyed, still shouting fragments of circus dialogue,
to the County Lunatic Asylum. The curate's mind had temporarily given
way beneath the strain of the position in which he had found himself
placed, and of the horrible future that lay before him, and his insanity
had taken the form of an imaginary return to the scenes of his early
life. When, some two years later, he was discharged cured, he attached
himself to a mission about to start for the South African Coast, and
left England without re-visiting Great Wabbleton.

Long afterwards, Miss Caroline Cope, in a burst of confidence, one day
related to her special friend, Miss Lavinia Murby, the doctor's
daughter, how the Rev. Thomas Todd had proposed to her a few days before
his melancholy seizure.

"Ah, my dear, you see he couldn't have been right, even then," was that
lady's sympathetic comment.

[Illustration: "'HE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN RIGHT, EVEN THEN.'"]

_People I Have Never Met._

BY SCOTT RANKIN.

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ZANGWILL.

[Illustration]

"I will show this Anglo-Jewish community that I am a man to be
reckoned with. I will crush it--not it me. Then some day it will
find out its mistake; and it will seize the hem of my coat, and
beseech me to be its Rabbi. Then, and only then, shall we have true
Judaism in London.

"The folk who compose our picture are children of the Ghetto. If
they are not the children, they are at least the grandchildren of
the Ghetto."

--"CHILDREN OF THE GHETTO."

[Illustration: THE IDLER'S CLUB
SUBJECT FOR DISCUSSION
"TIPPING."]

[Sidenote: Joseph Hatton on the art of tipping.]

Almost everything has been reduced to an art. You can learn journalism
outside