“It can only come, my good woman, from an awakening which must proceed from within, out. It is the subjective life that must make itself felt. The great Cause which lies back of the ‘powers that be,’ must be felt, and that can only be done when one’s life is in tune with the great Cause.”
“But how am I to tune my life with the Great Cause?” was the next question.
“By making the physical life subservient to the spiritual is the first step,” immediately replied Helen Hinckley.
“Then the taking of ‘Memory Fluid’ will do much toward the desired end, I suppose,” said the housekeeper, evidently much interested in how to become spiritual. “Tell me about that wonderful fluid, Miss Hinckley. How did it affect you, and after what length of time?”
“Juan is coming, my dear woman. He no doubt will be able to explain to you, better than I, the workings of ‘Memory Fluid,’” said Helen Hinckley, as she drew her companion onto the sofa by her side.
As prophesied by Miss Hinckley, Juan’s steps were heard at the door, and on being asked to come in, he entered, timidly, and dropped into the nearest chair without any invitation. Miss Hinckley smiled to herself as she looked at him.
The housekeeper looked worried and said: “And you have taken more ‘Memory Fluid,’ Juan? Is that why you are so sad?”
“Yes, madam, that is the reason,” replied Juan.
“Then you regret having taken it,” was her next comment.
“Not in the least,” replied Juan. “I would rather be sad for a season and know, than be ignorant and happy. For the happiness of the ignorant is not lasting. And when one recovers from the shock, which first makes them sad, of having learned the lesson, I fancy that no worldly affairs can mar his happiness. I understand now what dear little Catalina meant by things not seen by the eye or heard by the ear.”