New-York tribune., 1889-12-22

Just thumpin'. seemed TO me 3 II they WAS d
whole bag o. carpet-tacks stuck In that arm. was
so used up couldn't walk around, and so stuck fun
of pain couldn't set still. Well. S said, she come
in and ordered COACH and while II was being fetched
around she give me a look and she says, WHATS the
matteri' says. 4 got bile
a. what p says she.
"'A bile, says /.
"'oh no. says She
@'well. II you don't think so. says I. look there
says /. and ! prodooced the bile which 'peared 10
me 10 be pretty good evidence.
She looked at II and then says, as cool as you
please. We'll, what OF iti'
"'Dont you call that billet says /, and II you
don't think IL hurts you'd better fou see, bein
nearly crazy with the hurts Of II, and her so I'M
concernin'. thought she workin' a guy on me-
But she says. 4 what You call bile and maybe
you think it hurs. but know it don't. Why, what
is II says she; it's nothing bnt little lump Of red
flesh. 1t don't hurt. 1t can't hurt. How can itf
Flesh don't live any more than wood or stone and II
II don't live, how can IL feel! It's you that feels
and hurts, and you have made yourself believe lts
this little lump Of red flesh. and you've gone and
painted ii and creased II and wrapped it up and
fooled with it, when there's nothing the matter with
IT, and everything the matter with you.' That's what
she said, looking me dead In the eyes,
Mr.. Clnch had grown very much interested in Bob's
account of this peculiar conversation. As Bob went
on he had screwed around in his armchair, and had
drawn his brow into a reflective knot
~ don't know as l understand what that means,
Bob" he observed. cautiously.
at took me good while to get it through me, sr,'
replied the manager, "but think what she was
driving at. She means that mans body is Just
like any other matter and don't make feelings, and
that it's his soul that does the feeling and that when
his soul feels bad he says he has a bile the coils
or the rheumatism, and begins to put plasters and
take pills when he ought not to do anything Of the
kind but ought to talk to her and get her to his
soul. That's the way she give it to me, anyhow.
She talked here for half hour She said that it
silly to set your feelings down to this or that place
In your body. She said she could talk to awhile
about theer, let's see. gravity, no. yes, grav-oh,
know! about the gIavitaton of the soul and my
feelings would get good and the bile go down."
40, rats !" remarked Mr.. Cnch
"Well, don't know, SIR" replied Bob, doubtfuly.
81 don't know but what think there is something in
iti'
stuff Bob, how kin there be- Do you mean
that she made out at she could cure anything by just
talking to your"
Not exactly no sir. Her pint is that what
call bies or malaria Or"
Bow-legs, mebbe," put in Mr.. Cinch both loosely
and ruefuy.
Yes. sir, bow-legs'
"What!"
"How-legs, too-yny not, Just as easy bowlegs
biles'
We'll, go on"
All such things, she says. is appearances. Our
souls being SICK they look through eyes in sorter
cOck-eyed way and see something they call bile or
pair OF bowlegs The bile and the bowegs amt really
there, you know: only think so, which is just
bad as If they there. II to go to her and
get our souls WELL we'd look OF eyes straight
ana wouldn't see no bile bow-legs. Neither would
nobody else. This is the best explaining l do,
Sir ] understands II pretty well, but can't talk IT,
a1xa oh Cbo toIIr
dictionary"
Bob,' said Mr. Cinch. solemnly, " do you TO
tell me that this young woman talk me into be-
lieving that l amt got bow-legsi"