New-York tribune., 1889-12-22

! the Current OF Truth.-but. no IL shan not be
other waves that will bear you into the current.
One is approaching now-the Wave OF Harmony. u
touches you gently lifts you on its crystal bosom and
ere il leaves to do the duty TO another floating
chip, II moves you many PAGES nearer 10 the
br as e yS Tss Of suspicion
struggle ensuesi But look oh. rythec M LOOK!
From The white caps Of conflict the wave rgg tss
Wave of Joy It moves quickly II takes You upon IN
Happiness pRds ases sssi' Mery iy'G aash i
swiftly ON, ON en- on An md Yes y@n are ssnese snere
It Hess s its t 9teTns Gns oTm %Ts asa@ p"'' AND
Clnchi you are in the Curentl the CURRENT. Do
truth Brightly joyoasy. swiftly does this spiritual
Gun stream bear You toward the Great Centrsi 'a"
The Scientist was evidently in great state os
excitement: Her voice had risen to a keen soprano
finally snc@eedeS ee ege in ess M cnc n" the Cur
rent she fell back in her chair quite exhausted:
Neither spoke for several minutes, and then Miss
The old man looked at her with evident curiosity
Xon tax beautiful he said earnestly. and really
!. Don't say feel, Mr.. cnch Cultivate thought
ana not Of know aFe See na
your limbs; never real Is less apparent: You mnss
The advantage gained already must not be lost You
must not go home or TO business or on, Of This room
get out Of the Current until safely in the Calm
Centre"
IL was the fourth day after her husbands straEY
disappearance, and Mrs Cinch seated In the back
paror OF her desolate house receiving spiritual con-
SIR" she was saying Z" he was such good man, 50
gentle and easy 10 get along with. He had no harsh
words, no matter how much he had 10 bear. Ana
Pm fearful 1t was good DEAL Mr.. Groaner, Pm
fearful 1t was good deal
the world was full of sorrow.
Yes" said Mrs. Cinch, as though greatly con-
soed by that fact l know it. We all have our bur-
dens and spose we e need dem EN-, W. cro.nsr r.ned
but for our burdens we should grow vain ano
worldly
rendered less menacng through the supposed death Of
her partner the good man proceeded to show her tne
good, and Of drawing from these mournfui vsitatons
and void Much had been accomplished toward recon-
s r be, TO- hf m 1eappy ne g aaor rhen
The click was repeated and then the door flung
Brother Groaner Help me api Help me to run
and meet him William, my dear, good sweet, bow.
crazy with happiness hear his old feet, stuck On
know 'mong ten thousand Come along Brother
They got | into the hall with as much speed a.
possible, and there coming toward them was Mr.
Cinch, his round face lighted with a peaceful smile:
and attitude that caused them TO pause as we'll He
his figure to its oitest possibility II to call stten-
ton to its perfect beauty.
Maria, my dear" he SAID, III ueep, low tOncS,
float in the Calm Centre of Infinite Truth
A look Of profound alarm came upon Mrs. Cinch's
face, and she glanced at the Rev. Mr.. Groaner He
shook his head sadly.
Mr.. Cinch observed these dubious looks ana No
fastened to dispel them.
II am in harmony with the Universal Mind" he
said Look at them legs y
They looked. Yes William" answered Mrs.
Cinch, profoundly disturbed, Il" see them legs, ana
dear, sweet precious old legs they william, and
If ever said they wasn't, told story and good
knows I've suffered enough for 1t In the last
three days and nights love them cunning old legs,
hptt m a
don't care where you're floating nor what you're In
harmony with. / only Just know you're back again
with the same beautiful. chubby, round old legs you
took away and I'm downright crying happy and tbs
rounder they gets the more I'll love them
And unable longer to restrain herself, the GOOD olo
lady rushed upon him and hugged him black and blue
Mr.. Cinch may stll be floating in the Calm Centre
Of Infinite Truth. he may not. He may still be
in harmony with the Universal Mind or he may not
lie hasn't mentioned lately. But this is sure truth
that wherever he floats Mrs. Cinch is floating with
him. and whatever else he may be IN harmony with
he is certainly in harmony with her. He wobbes and
toddes up and Gown Just he used to do but never
word does he hear TO the prejudice of his legs
And whether they be as crooked as a rams horn or
as straight as q rifle barrel, he can't see them. and
She won't-so what's the odds, anyhow L. E Q.