A Second Coming

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Canvasback library of Popular Fiction. Volume IX
A Second Coming
'If,' asked the Man in the Street, 'Christ were to come again to London, in this present year of grace, how would He be received, and what would happen?'
'I will try to show you,' replied the Scribe.

These following pages represent the Scribe's attempt to achieve the impossible.
He stood at the corner of the table with his hat and overcoat on, just as he had rushed into the room.
'Christ has come again!'
The servants were serving the entrees. Their breeding failed them. They stopped to stare at Chisholm. The guests stared too, those at the end leaning over the board to see him better. He looked like a man newly startled out of dreaming, blinking at the lights and glittering table array. His hat was a little on one side of his head. He was hot and short of breath, as if he had been running. They regarded him as a little bewildered, while he, on his part, looked back at them as if they were the creatures of a dream.
'Christ has come again!'
He repeated the words in a curious, tremulous, sobbing voice, which was wholly unlike his own.