In an old library, destroyed more than two centuries ago, there was a goodly pile of apparently blank parchment.

Had I lived then and known what I know now, I could have made the white pages declare their mystery." "Has this also to do with electricity ?" I asked.
"Certainly--with what is called vegetable electricity.

There is not a plant or herb in existence, but has almost a miracle hidden away in its tiny cup or spreading leaves--do you doubt it ?" "Not I!" I answered quickly.

"I doubt nothing!" Heliobas smiled gravely.
"You are right!" he said.

"Doubt is the destroyer of beauty--the poison in the sweet cup of existence--the curse which mankind have brought on themselves.