I need not tell you what I myself have done."--Mrs. Mallard
modestly cast down her eyes.--"Mrs. Eddy has healed carous bones and
cancers. I--some of our healers can dissuade the conviction of decayed
teeth. The 'filling,' as the world calls it, is, in such cases, pink and
very durable. If these marvels can be wrought upon the body, why may not
the mind be led toward healing? Confide; confide."
"Heal the world of its hate of me," I cried out. "What you say is all so
vague. Does the mind exist?"
"It Is the only thing that does exist. Without mind man and the universe
would collapse; the winds would weary and the world stand still. Sin-
tossed humanity, expressed in tempest and flood, the divine mind calms and
limits with a word."
I rose hastily to go. Chance alone and weariness of life had led me to
enter the woman's parlor, but there was no forgetfulness in it. Impatience
spurred me to be moving, and I turned to the door, with the polite fiction
that I was leaving town but might soon consult the healer.
"That makes no difference," she persisted, getting between me and the
door. "We treat many cases, of belief in unhappiness by the absent method.
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