The Washington herald., 1908-05-13
BRAIN THROBS LOST
Poor Little StenOgrapher Is
Not Equal to Ordeal.
PINK RAYS OVERCOME HER
If You Have sympathy, Prepare to
Yield IL Up in Behalf of New
fathOmabIe Thoughts Tragedy
and Epic Put in Blank Verse.

New York. May 1.-THE new stenog-
rapher attended The session of the New
Thought conference at Carnegie Lyeeum
this afternoon with her little note book
and her three pencils all sharpened. Her
professor at the night school had said TO
her:
Miss Blinkins. you are progressing so
well with business takes that I would
give you the final test. Go to the New
Thoughusts' convention, and let me see
if you really merit your place at the head
Of the class"
She went right down in the front row.
and she sat down next 10 the ultraviolet
reporters The ultraviolet reporters
noted her presence and guessed her. pur-
pose. one OF them introduced himself,
and made himself so agreeable that his
desperate hope was realized when he
asked her sweetly if he could look over
her notes. after some Of the spea kers
had finished, and got the real, verbatim
dope on the conscious tdeation of divine
transference. Miss Blinkins smiled her
answer to the request, sweetly, confident
ly.
Introduces Woman Speaker.
Mr.. J. A. Edgerton. who was To direct
the meeting and steer the emanations Of
Karman into the polysyllablic paths Of
perfect perpetuity. rose to introduce Miss
Anna B. Davis. IF Boston.
Miss Davis stepped forward to set in
A.
and when she ceased to talk the subli-
mated honey OF her thoughts dripped and
dripped from the halos of each extra
conscious soul entity in that room.
Mr.. Edgerton stepped forward and with
a few appropriate words introduced AIr
T. c. Rajan Qyengarl, Poona City, IN
dia- He was a large, tan gentleman. in a
light gray suit, who talked on and on.
over the tops Of etherealized syringias and
the ultra-viOletE VOTED not a single wot;
for did they not hear the busy scratching
OF the bright new stenOgrapher's pencil
behind them?
There was smothered half sigh, half
scream. The ultra-violets turned sud
denly in their seats. only to see Miss
Blinkins rise from her seat as one in
daze. and walk unsteadily down the aisle
10 the deserted hallway without Anx-
iously the ultra-violets followed. They
found Miss Blinkins weeping in hys-
terra
"Oh, can't; I can't she screamed, in
a tense whisper
Depends on FraiI Girl.
The ulua-viOlets. remembering at that
tense moment that their fate depended
alone upon this frail girl. soothed her
back to a normal pulse. and then sat
down with words of announcement to
take transcripts from her notes on the
Indian gentlemans speech.
We have TO consider here the effect
Of the cosmic ego on matter. the trans
forming force operating in all of its at
tributes on mental mattera came the
halIing words from the sweet girl ste
nographer's lips.
Why, that is fine, chOrused the ultra
violets. patting their own knees in an ex-
cess Of tenderness mingled with bashful-
ness.
The sun shines, so do fies--no. so does
Valhalla, n. Y SO our individual ego
INDUCES in the eternal eosmetics-no.
that must be cosmos. Our life is lifted
ABOVE the plane or competition and
placed into its own normal atmospheric
IN the lion-no, in the center of-no. in
bucket that hangs in the we'll"
The fair young stenOgrapher shrieked
again and sobbed convulsively into her
handkerchief The ultra-violets gazed
with wild eyes at the wreck Of the night
school student
Try just once more. little girl, puFTed
one with the air of a protecting brother
She tried. but it was no use She was
all in; the polysyllabic utterances of the
New Thoughtists were too much for her
She had swooned
It was a pitiful thing The ultra-vio-
lets lifted the fair-haired girl UP from
the bench tenderly and conveyed her into
ROOM where one Of her sex could min
ster to her Then they forsook that
New Thought" conference and chewed
the speeches that were being made by
Miss Emma c. Poor. OF Boston: Miss r
IL. Robbins, also of Boston; Mr. John
Quinn Of New York and others, and
with haggard faces they turned them
selves in the direction OF their respective
Offices there TO face their taskmasterS.
carrying with them bricks without straw