The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1890-05-15
Mr.. AND MRS. BoWSER.
BY MRS. BOwSER-

small book and began reading it, and after
waiting long enough to let him understand
that l had no curiosity on the subject !
queried:
something new on poultryr
"No.n
at isn't HoyleG"
"No.n
"Well, what is it?"
81 can tell you the title of it, but you can't
understand. 1t is very, very deep work"
"Oh, it isl You can understand a very,
very deep work and can't"
Naturally. Man has the stronger, deeper
mind, of course. The title of this work is:
Natures Diseases and Remedies-Control of
the Body by the Mind"
"Bosh!"
"Whatl What's thatgn
"You are too old to waste time on such
nonsense, Mr.. Bowser."
"Nonsense! Why, it's the plainest princi-
pie Of philosophy in the world. The human
body IS but clay, the soul is immortal The
soul is the mind The mind ought to be able
to control the body"
Eyes, in some cases."
SIN all cases, Mrs. Bowser. For instance,
you stub your toe. 1t hurts. You let your
mind turn to something else and the pain
ceases"
"Humphl"
"That's it'll That's the usual way of the
ignorant-ridicule what they can't argue and
| discuss in sensible manner. l have often
wondered if you really had a SOUL"
Don't worry yourself, Mr.. Bowser. If
haven't got any soul I've got some common
| sense"
Every well. It's no use to talk to person
brought up in a log house on the edge of a
| huckleberry marsh. l know that the mind
can control the body. You deny it, I hope
| to furnish you with proofs within the week. {"
He was to furnish them that night. We
were about ready to go up stairs and he had
been out bareheaded and in his slippers to see
| if the barn door was locked, when he sudden
| ly gave great start and cried out:
"Gee-mi-my to Johnsonl"
"Whats the matters"
"That tooth tried to jump clean out of my
head Whew Vii Hang It'll"
He sat down to hold his jaw and heave to
| and fro, and l said:
"Your tooth jumps. 1t hurts you. You
| let your mind turn to something else and the
pain ceases"
He looked up at me with the CLINT of pound
ed glass in his eyes, and was about to reply in
kind, when the jumper jumped in on him
again and he seized his jaw and yelled:
| "Great Scots to scatteration, but l can't
stand thisl Get me some camphorl"
I got him some, and after time the pain
eased up and he went to bed. He expected
me to say something about Control of the
Body by the Mind" but I was waiting
knew that he wouldn't get off so easily, and
could afford to give him little time. l was
| just falling asleep when Mr.. Bowser suddenly
lifted his feet high in air and uttered whoop
which set neighbours dog to barking, fol-
| lowed by the remark:
"Thunder and lightningl"
| "Mr. Bowser, are you asleep" asked.
"AsleepI Mol I'm deadl Say, this con-
founded thing has come back ON me! Where's
that camphor"
"On the bureau, dear, but it won't do you
no good"
"Oh-h-h-hl Jewhittakerl My stars and
soul, but she's jumping my jaw right out of
its socketl I've got to have something done
for me or won't live ten minutes"
"Pshaw, Mr.. Bowser-have some spunk
about you'll What is a little toothache7"
"Grit! grill" he shouted, as he danced
around on one leg. "I've got more grit than
any seven families like yours rolled together;
but this is awful-awful Are you going to
lie there and see me drop dead!"
"You can stop it if you will. Just lie down
and put your mind at work. Think of some
thing else. Think of being out in the woods
at May day festival-beautiful flowers
happy children-green"-
"Green-whoop-l shut up" he
yelled. "Havent we got any paregoric in
the house?'
had to get up and go down and stir up the
fire, and make warm poultice for his jaw,
and fuss around for an hour, and he finally
grew easier Then said to him:
"Mr. Bowser, you brought home book
last night"
"Never."
"You brought home book about the con-
troll of the body by the mind"
mo, didn't"
"In your argument you declared that the
soul was the mind, and that the mind had
control of the body"
"Get into bed and keep still"
mo, sirl You stub your toe. 1t hurts.
You let your mind turn to some"-
II never said It'll"
"Mr. Bowser, what cured your toothache
faith, imagination or liquids"
| "I-I-who's talking about toothaches Mrs.
Bowser, you get into bed and go tosleep, and
in the morning I'll have long talk with
you. We don't seem to be mated to each
other, and the matter can probably be ar
ranged to our mutual satisfaction and with
out publicity"
Next morning he got down stairs and got
hold of the book first, and afterwards found
some of the leaves scattered in the bach
yard.-Detroit Free Press.