WAR!

I found Clarence alone in his quarters, drowned in melancholy; and in place of the electric light, he had reinstituted the ancient rag-lamp, and sat there in a grisly twilight with all curtains drawn tight. He sprang up and rushed for me eagerly, saying:

“Oh, it's worth a billion milrays to look upon a live person again!”

He knew me as easily as if I hadn't been disguised at all. Which frightened me; one may easily believe that.

“Quick, now, tell me the meaning of this fearful disaster,” I said. “How did it come about?”

“Well, if there hadn't been any