The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-06-20
BowsER AND THE MIND CURE.
Bow Mrs. B.. Allowed Him to Demonstrate
the Theory and Practice of Slightly
Unreliable Therapeutic .

After supper the other night Mr..
Bowser went to his overcoat pocket and
got out a small book and began reading
it, and after waiting long enough to lei
him understand that l had no curiosity
on the subject / queried:
Something new on poultry"
NO"
1T isn't Hoyle%
"Well, what is itp"
Il can tell you the title of it, but YOU
can't understand. 1t is a very, very
deep work.
"Oh, it is! You can understand 9
very. very deep work and l can't"
Naturally. Mar 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!"
"What! What's that"
You are too old to waste time or
such nonsense, Mr.. Bowser."
Nonsense! Why, it's the plainest
principle 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"
Yes, in some cases."
I'm all cases. Mrs. Bowser. For in.
stance, you stub your toe. 1t hurts.
You let your mind turn to something
else and the pain ceases"
"Humph!n
That's it! That's the usual wav OF
the ignorant-ridicule what they can't
argue and discuss in a sensible manner
l have often wondered if you really
had 4 soul"
Don't worry yourself. Mr.. Bowser.
If l haven't got any soul I've got some
common sense"
Very well. It's no use to talk to a
person brought up in a log house on
the edge of a hu%ckleberry marsh. l
know that the mind can control the
body. You deny it. hope to furnish
you with proofs within the week"
He was to furnish them that night.
We were about ready TO go upstairs,
and he had been out bareheaded and in
his slippers to see if the barndoor was
locked. when he suddenly gave a great
start and cried out:
"Gec-mi-mv to Johnson!"
whats the matter:?n
That tooth tried TO lump clean out
Of my head. Whew! Vii Hang lit"
He sat down TO hold his law and
ileave to and fro. and | said:
Your tooth jumps. 1t hurts Won.
You let your mind turn to something
else and the pain ceases"
He looked up at me with the CLINT of
pounded glass in his eyes, and was
about to reply in kind, when the ium-
per jumped in on him again, and he
seized his jaw and yelled:
Great Scots to scatteration. but I
can't stand this! Get me some cam.
phor!!"
got him some, and after a time the
pain eased up and he vent to bed. He
expected me to say something about
Control of the Body by the Mind,n
but | was waiting. | knew that he
wouldn't get off SO easily. and could
afford to give him a little time. | was
just falling asleep when Mr.. Bowser
suddenly lifted his feet high in air and
uttered a whoop which set a neighbours
dog TO barking, followed by the re.
mark:
Thunder and %lightning!"
NH. Bowser, are you asleep?" !
asked.
asleep! No! I'm dead! Say, this
internal thing has come back on mel!
Where's that camphorp"
"On the bureau, dear, but it won't do
you no good"
'Oh-ll-h-h! Jewhittaker! My stars
and soul, but she's jumping my jaw
right out of its socket! I've got to have
something done for me or | won't live
ten minutcs!'
'Pshaw, Mr.. Bowser, have some
spuns about you! What is a little
~tootnachePn
Grit! gritr' 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-aw-
f'A! Are you going to lie there and see
me drop dead?n
you can stop it If you will. Just lie
down and put your mind ut work.
Think of something else. Think of
being out in the woods at a May day
festival = beautiful flowers happy
children-green-"
Green-whoop-!!!-shut up!'
he yelled. Haven't we got any pare
goric in the house9"
"1cs, but it's downstairs in the medi.
cine-box. Why don't you experiment
Il little, Mr.. Bowserp If there is any
thing in your theory now is a good
time to try it. If you a imagine
hot ashes-hot salt-cotton-batting!"
he howled rs he pranced around and
finally disappeared downstairs. He
was gone about five minutes. and then
came back on the jump with the box
under his arm. He filled his mouth
with painkiIler, tried mustard, flew to
peppermint. and after exhausting all
the remedies he jumped up and down
in the middle of the room and yelled
fret
had to get up and go down and stir
up the fire and make a warm poultice
for his jaw aud fuss around for an hour.
and he finally grew easier. Then ]
said to him:
Mr.. Bowscr, you brought home 3
book last night"
.Ncver!!n
You brought home a book about
the control of the body by the mind"
No, l didn't!n
I'm 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, sir! You stub your toe. Il
hurts. You let your mind turn to
somc-'
Il never said it!''
'.Mr. Bowser, what cured your tooth.
~ache-faith. Imagination or liquidsp'
"I-l-Who's talking about tooth.
ache? Mrs. Bowscr, you get into bed
and go to sleep.and in the morning TI
have a long talk with you! We dom,
seem to be mated to each other, and
the matter can probably be arranged
to our mutual satisfaction and without
publicity
Next morning he got down stairs and
got hold of the book first, and l after.
wards found some of the leaves scatter.
ed in the back yard.-Detrol Free
Press.
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