New-York tribune., 1889-12-22

SCIENTIST
| "Why, what ails you7" she asked lou ioo'
very comfortable"
So be- replied Mr.. Cnch much gratihed, " bu
it's all along of my legs"
And what Of them'"
"Well, you sec, their bowed, and"
Don't say what 1 see, Mr.. Cinch. We see Will
our minds and only through our eyes. My mind /
healthy, and l see your legs there's nothing tn
matter with them"
You don't say sol"
"To be sure 1 do. At the time If you say
your legs are bowed, there is, Of course, trouble
somewhere
"Of course" assented Mr. Cnch
"The question is, where some people would
say, in the legs. They would try to make you be-
lieve that your legs mere combinations of flesh and
blood could go off by themselves and get bowed, or
knoclkneed or long short, slim or fat, or gouty
palsed or paralyzed rheumatic, or shrivelled
or anything else Just they wanted TO and all OF
their option, though they were a living soul
with a living will and not simply many square
inches of inanimate matter. Now, Mr.. Cinch, that's
all nonsense. Don't you believe word of 1t!
"Well, now," replied the old man, slowly, u never
thought Of it thataway. 1t don't seem as II they
could go and get bowed all of themselves. But, !"
and he looked down toward them obviously they do
pear to be bowed now, don't theyl"
Maybe they do Wen come to that presently.
But first let prove that, If they bowed, they
didn't do it, Suppose you were to have them cut
of at your hips, would they go on and bow morel'
why, no."
"of course not" said the scientist triumphantly
That shows they didn't bow themselves Then who
did bow them! III tell you. You have done it, Mr..
Cinch YOU yourself
Mebbe l did, mebbe did. l won't deny it,
But this will say-that didn't go for to do it,"
Perhaps not But, consciously or unconscously,
your mind became-wel, Tor want of a better word,
sick In that sick condition Ii began TO look around
for place In your body to reflect its trouble upon:
Ii chose your legs and traghtway your eyes pied
by your diseased mind, began TO tell you that your
legs were bowed
Well, really !" cried Mr.. Cinch, how very plain
you make it,"
It's plain enough to such as will see. Matter,
Mr. Clnch. does not act Matter has no will 1t
the things attributed TO il by thOughtless people.
Matter Is inanlmate and takes form only as the mind
spends to the soul Therefore, If your legs bowed
your mind is at fault"
What very uncomfortable thing your mind must
be" said Mr. Cmch. It's most as well not to
Better exclaimed the Scientist, earnestly, if
it IS TO be out Of harmony with the Mind Universal.
And now come to the real point. The thing
to cure is the thing that is sick. The bowness Of
your legs is the reflection of your bowed mind.
straghten your mind and your legs will be straight
your Walking stick. shut your eyes, Mr. Cinch. and
think only Of what say Nothing is real except the
IDEAL The corporeal realm Of created being CORE
spends precisely TO the condition of the ideal. Do
",sorter,,' replied Mr. Cnch feeby, but b'leve l
could see il better If to open my eyes,
"No, no, nor cried the scientist 1T is highly
necessary TO keep them shut and turned inwards.'
81 don't b'leve can come that, num-" Mr.. Cinch
reJoined, apOl0getcally. My eyes il getting bit
old
" sink them far into your soul Look there to find
your bad and ugly Ideals Give your hand Mr..
Cnch Thus with our hands clasped will spiritual
understandings commune. Together will pursue
investigations into the OF your ethereal
nature, and with the clean new broom of inspired
reason, will we sweep away the dusty cobwebs of bad
ideals -
Mr.. cinch heaved huge sigh. But, he shut his
eyes vigorously, and received into his bic hard fist
the Scientists little white one, and murmured All
right, mum whip up lively"