a stone."

"You don't believe in the supernatural then?" asked Mr. May.

"Most emphatically not."

"How extraordinary! And how, if I may ask, do you fill the terrible
vacuum in your life that such a denial must create?"

"I have never been conscious of such a vacuum. I was a sceptic from my
youth up. No doubt those who were nurtured in superstition, when reason
at last conquers and they break away, may experience a temporary blank;
but the wonders of nature and the achievements of man and the demands
of the suffering world--these should be enough to fill any blank for a
reasonable creature."

"If such are your opinions, you will fail here," declared the clergyman
positively.

"Why do you feel so sure of that?"

"Because you are faced with facts that have no material explanation.
They are supernatural, or supernormal, if you prefer the word."

"'One world at a time,' is a very good motto in my judgment," replied
Hardcastle. "We will exhaust the possibilities of this world first,
sir."

"They have already been exhausted. Only a simple, straightforward
question awaits your reply. Do you believe in another world or do you
not?"

"In the endless punishment or the endless happiness of men and women
after they are dead?"

"If you like to confuse the issue in that way you are at liberty, of
course, to do so. As a Christian, I cannot demur. The problem for the
rationalist is this: How does he ignore the deeply rooted and universal
conviction that there is a life to come? Is such a sanguine assurance
planted in the mind of even the lowest savage for nothing? Where did the
aborigines win that expectation?"

"My answer embraces the whole question from my own point of view,"
replied Hardcastle. "The savages got their idea of dual personality
from phenomena of nature which they were unable to explain--from their
dreams, from their own shadows on the earth and reflections in water,
from the stroke of the lightning and the crash of the thunder, from the
echo of their own voices, thrown back to them from crags and cliffs.
These things created their superstitions. Ignorance bred terror, and
terror bred gods and demons--first out of the forces of nature. That
is the appalling mental legacy handed down in varying shapes to all the
children of men. We labor under them to this day."

"You would dare to say our most sacred verities have sprung from the
dreams of savages?"

Hardcastle smiled.

"It is true. And dreams, we f