A Bachelor's Comedy

THIS was no comedy to those most concerned, of course, for comedy is like happiness-directly a person knows he is in it, he is out of it. Tragedy, on the other hand, can only touch those who do not take themselves seriously enough.No man, however, could take himself more seriously than did the Reverend Andrew Deane as he travelled down alone in a third-class railway carriage to his new living of Gaythorpe-on-the-Marsh.When the train neared Millsby, the station for Gaythorpe, he rose hastily and peered at the piece of looking-glass provided for self-conscious travellers. Yes, his worst fears were altogether justified. His hair curled in a stiff bush above his forehead, in spite of brilliantine applied at the very last moment before leaving his London lodgings. Why-he demanded desperately of himself-why had he not brought a bottle in his pocket?For he considered curls not only undignified but unclerical. His sensitiveness on the subject had started at the age of six, when he still wore them rather long and other little boys called him "Annie"! He fought the other little boys and induced his mother to have his hair cut, but the wound remained and rankled."Pshaw! Most annoying!" he said, passing his hand over his offending head. Then he sat down and blew his nose nervously as the train glided into Millsby station."Morning, Mr. Deane. I suppose you are the Reverend Deane?" said a fat gentleman with black hair and a red face, approaching the carriage door."Yes. Thank you. How-do-you-do?" said Andy, rather jerkily."My name's Thorpe," said the fat man, with colossal repose. "I'm the churchwarden. Glad to welcome you to your new parish, though it's only for a few hours.""You are very kind," responded Andy, feeling sure that the porter, the stationmaster and three stragglers were listening, and anxious to be as like his late senior curate-who was tall, lean, and immensely impressive-as possible."I expect you're going to see what you want in the way of furniture for the Vicarage?" said Mr. Thorpe, moving ponderously towards the gate."Yes," said Andy breathlessly.