world spinning from east to west; and the soul said: "I beg your pardon,
comrade, I did not recognize you as a worker, but I see that you are,
for you have created something--pardon me, but have you a card?"

Gud was puzzled for a moment. Then he remembered the cards he had
printed when he entered celestial society, and he drew one out and
handed it to the soul. The soul could not read the language in which it
was printed, and not wanting to admit his ignorance, assumed that it was
O.K.

"Now are you satisfied?" asked Gud.

"The world pleases me, but there is no one in it."

So Gud took the soul by the hand and they leaped across the void and
found themselves in the world Gud had made, and standing in a beautiful
garden full of luscious fruit and nice tame animals.

The soul sighed a little sigh of delight, and sat down on an ant hill
and began eating alligator pears. Gud strolled around for a few
centuries and counted the animals to see if they were all there, and
being satisfied on that point, he went back to the soul, who was still
sitting on the ant hill eating avacadoes. So Gud went out again and
counted the sands of the seashore. He had to count five times to make
the count come out twice alike, but in the middle of the fifth count he
succeeded and so he went back and found the soul had eaten all the fruit
in the garden and was beginning to whimper.

"Oh, bother," said Gud, "are you going to start that wailing again?
What's the matter now?"

"I have not the patience," the soul cried, "to wait for the tedious and
materialistic process of evolution to make rational beings; and besides
if I had, in the struggle for existence they would all become unequal
and the revolution would still have to be--it might be sanguinary, and
the sight of blood makes me sick at my stomach."

"I never said anything about evolution," replied Gud. "As a matter of
fact, I do not take much stock in it, and many of my friends do not
believe in it at all; besides, it is liable to get out of hand and
produce something entirely different from one's designs. So if you will
tell me what more you want I will make it outright, like I did this
world."

"I only want," said the soul, "to see this beautiful place inhabited by
happy, rational beings among whom there will be no inequality."

"That means that they must all be exactly alike as atoms of hydrogen."

"Well--yes," admitted the soul rather grudgingly. "I suppose it does, if
you put