The Indiana State sentinel., 1891-06-24
to be interesting places, but women al

ways want to make them pulpits for the
promulgation of philanthropic ideas and
markets for the interchange of extremely
large words. I like large word when l
know what il means, but when it comes
to microbes and the unforeseen of the
how, and the management of the astral
body IS superior to the material one, / am
in the minority-I am, so to say, frozen
out. l would rather see the dimple in
Della Fox's shoulder than all the astral
bodies that ever pranced around the earth
when they ought to have been enjoying
themselves in a place dedicated TO astral
bodies, and the name of which have for
gotten. A woman's club seems to be a
place where there is an immense "B" for
brains, an overwhelming ''W" for woman,
q small I'm" for man, a very small I'd" for
dress, and a general belief that if a woman
has on a very pretty gown she represents
total depravity and her morals are to be
doubted.
once sacrificed pair of gloves TO q
woman who said what she felt like. She
was small herself, and she spelt man with
large NJ. She loved him with an extra
sized II for heart, and she looked pretty
because he liked her to. She was fright
ened out OF her wits, and 1t was only the
consciousness that her tailor-made frock
came from Redfern's that gave her cour-
age to say anything at all. But she told
them that she didn't want to compete
with men, and she didn't want to be
treated by men as a man, but preferred to
be treated as a woman, and as long as che
did good work she wanted to have all the
favors possible shown her, because she
was a woman. Now, that's good sense.
But it's something we seldom hear in
women's clubs. / trust most earnestly
that what l have said will not deter the
young woman who wrote to me from join
ing the club. Her salvation or the other
state is in her own hands, and wouldn't
interfere with her for worlds. Let her do
as is customary in the plunge in the Rus
sian bath, tumble in and risk drowning.
Nobody is ANYBODY today who hasn't
got a story to tell about Madame Blavat-
sky. Mine may be old, but some chest
nuts are agreeable. The story was told 10
me in London. 1t appears that a number
of years ago, when the mysterious madame
went out rather more than she did lately
that she succumbed TO that diabolical
something known as picnic, and was one
among many OF a party of clever people,
who were inclined to disbelieve her theory,
but were too polite to say so. Luncheon
was spread out, and as usual at these
doubtful feasts, cups and platter were not
alike, and every woman with real femi-
nine vanity had brought her very best
china. AS they were drinking the tepid
tea, a man dropped a cup.
1t broke in two pieces, and the woman
TO whom it belonged, not mistress OF her.
self when china fell, called out: "Oh,
that's one of my royal Dresden pieces"
Madame Blavatsky inquired if 1t were
very fine. She was told that it was; that
it could not be matched and that there
were only four others like it in the world.
"And you'd like to have it back?" And
the woman TO whom it belonged simply
looked at her tearfulIy and said nothing.
The madame sat there, looked at the
ground for a while, and suddenly from
somewhere a three-cornered note fell at
her feet. II seems to come from the skies
She picked it up, and, without moving,
asked: Where were the pieces of that
cup?" Everybody looked; they were
gone, vanish j.
Madame opened the note, read it and
passed it around. On it, written in ink
that was scarcely dry, were the words :
Search for the cup under the oak tree at
the lett" and the name signed to it was
that Of the Indian astral body or whatever
it was who was always Madame Blavat-
sky's good spirit. At first there was an
inclination to laugh, and at last one man
said: "Pm going to try and see what is
under the tree" So, getting spade from
farmhouse near, he began TO dig. After
awhile the fine roots of the oak tree, those
queer little ones that spead out like wires,
were reached, and under them, with other
roots grown through it's handle and around
it, apparently unbroken, was-the cup.
Now, that tree was hundreds of years old !;
there wasn't human being in that party
who knew Madame Blavatsky, but her hos
tess; the cup belonged to awoman who had
never heard of her, and the man who
broke it really did it by accident, and was
horribly mortified at his awkwardness.
The cup was taken out with a knife, and
it was mended exactly through the center,
where 1t had been broken! l don't ask
anybody to believe this story. confess
to thinking it very strange myself, but it
was told TO me last year in London as be-
ing really the most marvellous thing that
Nine. Blavatsky had ever done, and the
one about which there had been the least
talk. | forgot to say she didn't know
where she was going when she started
and it would have been impossible for her
to have buried the cup, or to have 1t ready
beforehand. for the people who invited
her were divided as to where their picnic
should be, aud it was only at the last
moment that they concluded exactly
where they would go. Queer, wasn't it?
But there are lots of queer things in
this world. And between you and me, l
think it's just as we'll not to dabble too
much in the queer things, or to make
efforts to explain them. To take life sim
ply is the happiest state for any human
being What do ] mean by that?
mean to be able to believe that the
good God is over us all and is going to do
the best for US.
mean to think that husbands and
wives, parents and children love each
other.
mean to believe that all flowers smell
sweet, that all women are good and that
all men are honest
mean to believe in hope, to have
faith. and to cling closely to charity.
mean to be hospitabie, to be honest
in your greeting, and to give to the
stranger that which you have.
mean to try and think OF things at
their best, and to try and do your best.
mean to have some Of your kindly
feeling and some of your charity for a
woman, who, if she is sometimes enthusi-
astic and sometimes doesn't agree with
you. sometimes says such things that are
of little worth, is, after all, trying TO do
her best to please you. Who is she?
She's Bah.