Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-10-05
SEARCHING AFTER TRUTH.
The Realization Was In Weird Discord
 the Anticipation.

" The Realization Was In Weird Discord to
 the Anticipation.
 "Truth lies nt the bottom of welt 90 the people of the world told her. She was young and fair, and she searched for Truth, but her frequent visits to the we'll brought no discovery; only the reflection of her beautiful face in the water.
 One night a knock came at her door, and she sprang up and opened it. There on the threshold stood a bundle of rags, which moved as if breathing. She shuddered as she asked, "Who are your Then came the answer:
 'T am Truth"
 T would see your face" she cried. May, 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 loathsome, and with the conviction of youth she was satisfied with herself for having refused this grewsome thing ad- mittance. From that day, however, strange visitors knocked at her door. and each called himself Truth.
 First came gay party of dancers, whose graceful figures swaying to and fro captivated her fancy; their musical voices held her as in their thrall. Their visit was like a delightful dream, isnd she asked, "Pray tell me who you arc:'' And they answered, We are Truth" So she believed for days; then she real ized her mistake, and that they were not Truth, but pleasure. Again she @o %l,a wall 1,y,f fI,a,n fry,,Nl h- ing.
 A day dawned brightly, and there came another knock.
 On her threshold stood lovely child Its hair was garlanded with flowers. and its garb was spotless white.
 When it entered, it was as if a portion of the pure light of the sun had stolen 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; q tender kiss was stamped on her brow, and with gentle whisper, Il am Truth" the child was gone, and at her feet buds blossomed-the room was light CT than it had been for years.
 The memory of that vision remained with her q long time, but at last it fed, and then she knew it was Love, not Truth.
 Again she went to the well, yet found nothing.
 Years after another knock came Her heart beat fast as the figure of man en- tered. His manner was tlattering and full of grace-his face seemed honest.
 She had never felt the influence of oth- CT visitors exerted over her with the DOW CT of this one.
 Sho dared not ask his name, but as ht left he said, pressing her hand. Il am Truth"
 For years she believed it; then came doubt, and she saw what had been hoI ideal of Truth was only Policy.
 The next visitor was long bearded bent old man, whose face was furrowed and whose hands were palsied. From his feeble lips came the words Il am Truth" His stay was short. bu1 she remembered that visitor, and oft when the days were drear she saw be fore her the trembling hands, the thin snow whito locks, the bent form ana the quivering lips, and she believed sh, had found Truth.
 ! but Silc WIS SEpNluS o4tef HOW, aht something told her that Sorrow was no Truth. Then she went to the well. ant it was dry. But there. far down in it depths, sho saw toad. Who arc you:' she cried, and hollow voice replied II am Tradition" So she turned he face toward home and knew that tht whole world lied and was deceived.
 That same night came q knock at he door She rose slowly and opened 1t Thero stood the strange creature coverel with rags-her first visitor.
 "What would you; Who aro you:"
 Then came the answer, ''i am Truth.
 Il would SEQ your face" she mu- mured
 Nay, rNpllonccl one, my face k no fair to see. but am Truth"
 Yet would :ca it. :,llo made all swcr, for well know l l.vv' tl.;t Trut is not what wa would Lave i;, uor is fair
 Then the figure threw c9 its rag GOV cring, and hyfnru lyr stool a skeleton,
 Now she kn'w h,. l'fy @r:lr,Ir was cul ed and that sAr had at .-g>t fuund Tru,i -Henlx. Russell Wra. N pmiad"iuh! Led4