The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-07-26
CHAPTER VIII. Continued.

dred red ones. there is one white one
found. An explanation for this, physi-
ology cannot give Why the dead mat
ter is transformed into living matter,
we know not. Next. these blood cells
become different parts of the body. The
blood tears down all and replaces all
with new material. We are always dy-
ing and as ceaselessly being born anew.
In one part of the system blood cell
becomes crystallized and is cell OF
bone, in another place it is a cell of
flesh. Here it is a part Of the skin,
there of a finger nail. So throughout
the entire body. every part was once
blood, but mysteriously changed by
the action of life We would better say,
by the touch of spirit or by the progress
of power The brain cells are but
changed blood cells. The action Of the
body is all the time changing and
destroying the old cells while new ones
take their places So in the action Of
the brain. the nerve cells are trans
formed into thought. passing from their
physical condition TO spiritual condl-
ton. Impressions made upon the brain
may be so individualized that they VIII
act through the nervous system when
the creature upon whom they act is UNI
conscious of that action, Of his own
thought, and il seems to him to be an
other person separate and apart from
him This was the case of Sparkle
Brooke in the bower that night. Her
fathers teaching came more forcibly be-
fore her mind when the very dangers
he had tried to warn her Of threatened
her. Conscience taking hold Of this re-
membrance, her perception and sensl-
bilities being pre-Occupied, that other
creature. fear. personified itself into the
words which were impressed upon her
mind, we would better say, her soul,
or rather herself for the only self is
soul-self
Sparkle Brooke actually heard the
voice; that is, ii was herself speaking to
herself. The anchor Of her conscience
holding the soul from the storm of pas
sion.
These deep impressions upon the mind
may be carried to the extent that the
subject believes the imaginary to be alb
sOlutely the real. They are seldom
made so deeply upon any as the young
and sensitive; then the brain is, as 1t
were a plain blackboard ready 10 re-
ceive characters. To make this palmer
we would call these impressions BRAIN
scars, once made fully, made deep. they
are like the cicatrix on the body where
the wound had been. They are there for
all time. They always enter the memory
with the same associations and leave by
the same avenue. We may forget where
or how we received these impressions,
they have become prominent parts Of
your lives and characters.
In thinking of the garden of Eden
the writer always, mentally. sees IL en-
tirely unlike the description given in the
bible story. To me the garden of Eden
was always a beautiful little meadow,
semi-circular in form. bOrdered by low
irregular hills. At the foot of these hills
a miIl-race took its meandering way.
On the sides and top stood here and
-T-.r- Tsres. stu cd
oaks with bronze leaves, cOlOred by late
autumn and scarlet naples. flaming in
the beauty of their robes of death, beau
full, but dying from the farewell kiss Of
the bright lips of the brighter hours
that gave them their veTnal beauty. On
the farther size from this Garden Of
Eden YVES a creek whose banks were
carpeted with green sod. AT the side
fartheTest from the hills was a cherry
tree, full Of ripe. red fruit. Near this
tree there was d wooden bench, beside
which was a rustic chair On this
bench a barefoot boy would always sit,
and in the chair a mOtherly looking
woman. A snake coiled about the cher
~ tree with its head bruised. accord
ing TO scripture" All was surrounded
by a picket fence. Upon all occasions,
whenever and wherever the garden of
Eden was spoken of or anything that
suggested to bring it into my mind, this
picture comes before my mental vision.
II Il MY BdIQEH OF EQtu. III years gone
by have often wondered why my gar
den Of Eden was unlike that Of other
people. nor could / guess until / once
wandered back TO the home of my child
hood. Though found it was much
changed. a mark OF where the tree had
been was there; the small house was
given away for a better one; the
mill race had disappeared. There were yet
the oaks, bronzed with autumn, and the
naples blushed from Octobers kiss. As
sat there a moment my garden of Eden
rose in the living reality of the past
Then learned where l got the picture.
1t was when a small. barefoot boy, / sat
upon the bench and heard, word for word
from my mothers lips the fable about the
Drigin Of our race. Childlike, / appropri-
ated the real picture before me for the one
described. and as the autumn garments OF
the trees had, or did later, more deeply
Impress the mind, | gave autumn trees the
background IN a spring scene The brain
nearly a half century my garden of Eden
is still the same and unchanged. Thus
memory decorates the habtatiOn of age
with the pictures Of childhood In these
inexplicable actions we get the strong
evidence OF the supreme power spirit has
over matter, or, rather. finer matter has
over coarse matter, for after all, spirit
or mind is but refined matter; or matter
unrefined spirit. but always undergoing
the refining process molding and chang
ing every form. slowly but surely, int
some other form. as in digestion or as IL
the chemical Capitalization dissolution
Of matter. always changing. but Away,
refining. Where all is seemingly dead OF
breath and all is life. birds sing and chill
dren laugh, nor can this ceaseless process
stop until every form of matter, to tn,
lowest inert clOd is evolved into the con
seriousness Of the spirit life.
The experience of Sparkle Brooke wa
but a repetition Of the experience of meI
through all ages. one nature life wa
speaking to another. The girl was SLOW
10 comprehend that it was her imagina
ton, that IL was her thoughts speakin,
TO her thoughts. but when fully realizinl
this fact she felt more deeply impressed
than II the whole town had been callinl
TO her and warning her in the bower
and she said to her vicious COMPANION
who was now changing into better life
Now i understand better / see NOR
clearly, / look through the dark vista o
selfish, sensitive flesh to the brighter sun
light of the creative spirit. The human
all. / had enough goodness I'm my fOolisl
heart 10 cry out to myself
Carl Brandon, hearing the strange phil
osophy OF his beautiful enchantress, fel
the full depths Of her pure life. He fel
that the blackness and darkness of hi
corrupt soul was fast yielding TO the ex
Quisite dawn OF her awakening spirit She
realizing the total depravity Of the mai
with whom she had TO deal, had sum
mOned forth every power Of her being
She had first conquered herself and hushe
the tempest Of her own blood.
The wild flowers by the wayside, tn
songs Of the birds overhead the balm,
air. the tanning zephyrs, were now al
and music. Sparkle Brooke's mind wa
wandering. now far away to her father
now back TO her lover.
The question after all, was whether Car
Brandon would be saved or she be lost
Hours seemed moments. 1t was late after
noon when they had started for the bugg7
ride II was now evening The shade wa
deepening and becoming more gloomy II