How It Happened

Stanley!" I cried, and the words seemed to choke my throat— "Stanley, you are dead."

He looked at me with the same old gentle, wistful smile.

"So are you," he answered.

"No pain, of course?" said he.

"None," said I.

"There never is," said he.

I was like a man in a dream, giddy and shaken and quite prepared to take things as I found them without questioning them.

It was foolish, no doubt, to begin to learn a new system in the dark, but one often does foolish things, and one has not always to pay the full price fo