DEATH OF THE REV.

CHARLES CARDINAL Death leapt upon the Rev.Charles Cardinal, Rector of St.Dreots in South Glebeshire, at the moment that he bent down towards the second long drawer of his washhand-stand; he bent down to find a clean collar.
It is in its way a symbol of his whole life, that death claimed him before he could find one.
At one moment his mind was intent upon his collar; at the next he was stricken with a wild surmise, a terror that even at that instant he would persuade himself was exaggerated.

He saw before his clouding eyes a black pit.

A strong hand striking him in the middle of his back flung him contemptuously forward into it; a gasping cry of protest and all was over.

Had time been permitted him he would have stretched out a hand towards the shabby black box that, true to all miserly convention, occupied the space beneath his bed.