THE SUNDAY PAPER—AT THE VICARAGE.
This is how 'Punoh' deals with the problem of the Sunday newspaper—at the Vicarage. " Mrs Henry looked -up. ' I think" I hear that bov again selling evening papers,' she said. ' I suppose thoy must come off tho 9.5 train. But it's a strange thing to happen on a Sunday—here.' " The Reverend Henry was already at tho window. He threw it up and leaned out. "' One can't approve of it, but I suppose in war time ' Mrs Henry was beginning, when her husband cut her short. 'Hush; I'm trying to hear what he is saying. I wish boys could be taught to speak distinctly.' There was a pause. "'I can't make him out.' The Reverend Henry's head reappeared between the curtains. ' It's really most exasperating ; I'd give a lot to know if the Belgian army got out of Antwerp before it fell.' " 'Couldn't you shout down and ask him?' "' No, no. I cannot be discovered interrogating urchins about secular affairs from a second-story window on Sunday evening. Still, I'd like to know.' " The Reverend Henry perambulated the room with knitted brow. "' I. never bought a Sunday paper of any sort in my life. Never.' " ' 1 suppose one must have some principles,' said his wife. ''' But it's enormously important, you know. They may easily have been surrounded and captured.' He returned to tho window. 'Hullo, he's gone to the door. I say, Cook has bought one. This is exciting. I should never have thought Cook would have done that.'
"'lt raises rather a nice point,' said Mrs Henry. " The Reverend Henry returned resolutely to his book. The shouts of tho newsvender died awav.
"'Wo must not forget,' said the Reverend Henry irrelevantly, 'that Cook is a .Dissenter.' Then suddenly ho broke out. 'I wish I knew,' he said. '1 am not paying the least attention to this book, and I shan't sleep well, and I shall get up about two hours before the morning paper arrives, and bo restive till I know whether the Belgians got out. But what am I to do? I can't ask Cook.' ''M might go down,' his wife volunteered. 'I needn't say anything about it, you know. I corjld just stroll about tho kitchen and change the orders for breakfast. The paper is pretty sure to be lying about. There may be headlines.'
"'No.' said the Reverend Henry with determination, 'I really cannot consent to it,'
" ' Well, I may a-s well go to bed. Don't sit up late.'
The Reverend Henry did sit up rather late. He was wide awake and ill at case. At last he listened intently at the door, and then took a candle and stole down the passage,
"The Reverend Henry had not, been in his own kitchen for close on 10 years, and he did not know the way about very well. He had adventures and .some moments of rigid suspense while the clatter of a kicked coal scuttle died away in the distance. But when at last he crept noisily upstairs lie was assured of a good night' ■ rest.
"'What a mess your hands arc in/ said .Urs Jk-uiy sleepily. "'res,' said Henry. 'That miserable woman had used it tos lay the fire. But it's all right. They did get out—most of them.'''
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THE SUNDAY PAPER—AT THE VICARAGE., Evening Star, Issue 15696, 9 January 1915