backwardness of garden crops brought the Feud stalking forth from
its corner with all its old bitterness. Mrs. Saunders joined
heartily in the singing of the final hymn, which told of peace and
joy and archangels and golden glories; but her thoughts were
dwelling on the pauper aunt of Exeter.

Years have rolled away, and some of the actors in this wayside drama
have passed into the Unknown; other onions have arisen, have
flourished, have gone their way, and the offending hen has long
since expiated her misdeeds and lain with trussed feet and a look of
ineffable peace under the arched roof of Barnstaple market.

But the Blood-feud of Toad-Water survives to this day.



A YOUNG TURKISH CATASTROPHE
IN TWO SCENES



The Minister for Fine Arts (to whose Department had been lately
added the new sub-section of Electoral Engineering) paid a business
visit to the Grand Vizier. According to Eastern etiquette they
discoursed for a while on indifferent subjects. The minister only
checked himself in time from making a passing reference to the
Marathon Race, remembering that the Vizier had a Persian grandmother
and might consider any allusion to Marathon as somewhat tactless.
Presently the Minister broached the subject of his interview.