The Globe-republican., 1893-10-06
SEARCHING AFTER TRUTH.

SEARCHING AFTER TRUTH.
The Hoa,,zation Vas In Weird Discord to
the Anticipation.
"Truth lies at the bottom OF well,
50 the people Of the world told her.
She was young and fair, and she
searched for Truth, but her frequent
visits TO the well brought no discovery:
only the reflection Of her beautiful face
IN the water.
One night knock came at her door.
and she sprarg 10 and opened 1t.
There on the threshold stood bundi.
of rags, which moved as if breathing.
She shuddered as she asked, "Who are
you?" Then came the answer:
81 am Truth"
Iwould see your face" she cried.
"Nay, innocent one, my face is not
fair to look upon, but am Truth"
The cold wind was blowing and cry
ing, and she closed the door. The Truth
she sought was pure and beautiful, not
loathso1ae, and with the conviction OF
youth she was satisfied with herself fol-
having refused this grewsome thing adj
mittance. From that day. however.
strange visitors knocked at her door.
and each called himself Truth.
First came a gay party of dancers,
whose graceful figures swaying to and
fro captivated her fancy; their musical
voices held her as in their thrall. Theu
visit was like delightful dream, and
she asked, spray tell me who you are?
And they answered, 1--WE are Truth. y
So she believed for days; then she real.
lied her mistake, and that they wer.
not Truth, but pleasure. Again She
went to the well, but there found moth
ing.
Aday dawned brightly, and there came
another knock.
On her threshold stood a lovely child
Its hair was garlanded with fowers
and its garb was spOtless white.
When it entered, it was as if portion
of the pure light of the sun had stoler
into the room.
The child's arms were soon intwined
about the neck of the seeker after Truth
The odor Of the blossoms intoxicated
her; her heart beat with wild delight; g
tender kiss was stamped on her brow
and with Q gentle whisper, 81 an
Truth" the child was gone, and at hel
feet buds blossomed-the room was light
er than it had been for years.
The memory of that vision remained
with her long time, but at last it fed,
r1n 1-v,oxr ~ mi
Truth.
Again she went to the well, yet found
nothing.
Years after another knock came. Her
heart beat fast as the figure of a man en-.
tered. His manner was fattering and
full of grace-his face seemed honest.
She had never felt the influence of 9th
er visitors exerted over her with the pow
er of this one.
She dared not ask his name, but as he
left he said, pressing her hand. 81 am
Truth"
For years she believed it; then came
doubt, and she saw what had been hel
ideal of Truth was only Policy.
The next visitor was long bearded
bent old man, whose face was furrowet
and whose hands were palsied.
From his feeble lips came the words
81 am Truth" His stay was short, but
she remembered that visitor, and of
when the days were drear she saw be
fore her tho trembling hands, the thin
snow white locks, the bent form ani
the quivering lips, and she believed sh'
had found Truth.
But she was growing older now, ant
something told her that Sorrow was no
Truth. Then she went to the well, AMI
it was dry. But there, far down in it
depths, she saw q toad. "Who are you?
she cried, and q hollow voice replied
81 am Tradition" So she turned he,
face toward home and knew that tn,
whole world lied and was deceived.
That same night came knock at he
door. She rose slowly and opened it
There stood the strangecreature coveret
with rags-her first visitor.
''What would you? Who are your
Then came the answer, Il am Truth.
81 would see your face" she mur
INJURED.
"Nay, experienced one, my face is no
fair to see, but I am Truth"
"Yet would ! see it," she made an
swer, ''for well know now that Trutl
is not what we would have it, nor is j
fair"
Then the figure threw of its rag Gov
ering, and before her stood q skeleton.
Now she knew her life search was end
ed and that she had at last found Truth
Henry Russell Wray in Philadelphi
Ledger.
A piece Of ancient wooden water pip
which was unearthed recently in New
Britain, Conn.,. is claimed to have bee,
nearly two centuries old.
The little town Of Yaleta. on the Ri,
Grande in Texas. is said to be the oldes
sotf1omont in tho Tinted Skafao