This being the case, the foremost questions of
my mind were: Where had I gotten the money to spend so extravagantly?
Had I lived those twenty-one years as a rational being, earning and
accumulating wealth and still not knowing anything about it? Arletta of
Sageland had told me that there was no such thing as a freak of nature,
and that everything worked according to Natural Law, but my case
certainly seemed to be an exception to the general run of things. What
would be the final outcome of my mysterious career, was a question to be
answered that was entirely beyond the limits of my imagination. It gave
me a severe pain in the head to contemplate beyond the surface of the
subject, and I finally allowed the whole matter to slip from my
attention and bent my efforts toward recovery from the effects of my
physical ailments.
One day Arletta said to me in as kindly a manner as possible: "Mr.
Convert, the doctor informs me that the reason you do not get well is
because you lack the will power to do so."
"Will power," exclaimed I, "my dear sweet girl, that is all I have left.
It is the only force that is keeping me alive in the face of the
cruelest treatment man could possibly receive at the hands of his fellow
beings. Without will power I should have been killed long ago by these
people, but through that agency alone I have been enabled to defy death
and I promise you that I shall get well in spite of them."
"Why, Mr. Convert, how can you talk so harshly against these kind
people? I am sure they are doing everything within their power to make
you well.
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