Once a pale and thin man came to me and gave me a note from a friend who was a doctor. I was asked to help the man. I remembered that my friend had told me of this man before. He had a very weak heart. I wondered if he wanted me to do something for him. "I will be thankful to you if you find me a job that does not require any physical effort," he explained. The next day I rang to a kind theatrical manager and asked if he had any work for an invalid. "If he manages to stand for fifteen minutes, I shall take him. He will act in the last scene in a play we are staging now." On the first performance of the play I saw him standing near the front of the stage with a spear in his hand and looking very happy and proud. Some time later I learned from my friend, the doctor, that the man with the weak heart had fallen in love with a dancer and asked her to become his wife. The woman fell in love with him too and one day she visited the doctor to find out about the man's health. She made him tell her all the truth and fainted when the doctor told her that the man would die very soon. A month later while I was returning from the party, I met my friend. He said that woman had written a letter to the man with a weak heart. Next day he was found dead in his room. It was joy that killed him because she agreed to become his wife.
