THE EDUCATION OF THE NEMINIST. 177 



An ignorant hackman took her over to the suburban village of Cam- 

 bridge, which is the seat of Harvard College. Making inquiry of 

 the professors there, she found none who had ever heard of the 

 University of Mentiphysics, having eyes and ears for nothing but 

 Harvard, which in some respects is indeed a great institution, but 

 on a material plane. 



At last, after much inquiry, Doctress Jones was sent to the 

 IsTeministic Headquarters, a small building on the corner of Milk 

 and Transcendental Streets. Here she learned, from a little lady 

 with a withered face and a serene smile, that the University of 

 Mentiphysics was situated not in Boston, but in the neighboring 

 town of Lynn, which lies some miles to the north. " But in Massa- 

 chusetts," she said, " we call it all Boston." 



" So I took the train for Lynn," Miss Doctress Jones continued, 

 " and drove at once to the street and number named on the card. 

 The little white house with green blinds, white columns on the 

 veranda, and a few weedy roses in the front yard did not fill my 

 conception of a university, for it did not look like our universities 

 in California. But the fault was with my conception, not with 

 the fact. 



"" The maid who answered the bell assured me that this was 

 indeed the university, and ushered me at once into the office of the 

 president. The wall was covered with pictures and photographs, 

 showing elderly ladies with serene smiling faces. Under each one 

 were the letters ]Si . N. IST., and a card giving an account of how each 

 one had been made whole and happy through Neministic Science. 

 The president was a middle-aged, matronly lady, with a high fore- 

 head and brown hair, streaked with gray, done in graceful frizzes 

 over her brow. Above the corners of her mouth, which were al- 

 ways drawn up in an engaging smile, were three deep creases. Mr. 

 Gridley, our schoolmaster, tells me that these correspond to the 

 grave accent in Greek, and that there being three of them shows 

 that the lady had been married three times. I do not know as to 

 this, but somehow her face seemed startlingly familiar and at the 

 same time strangely pleasant. 



" I murmured something about having had the pleasure before. 

 She said, taking the words from my mouth: ' I know what you are 

 going to say. We are indeed very much alike, though she is on 

 the material plane. Still, my friends call me the " Lydia Pink- 

 ham of the soul," and I do not resent it, for what dear Lydia tries 

 to do, that I do.' 



"I told the president," Doctress Jones continued, " that I wished 

 to learn the wisdom of Boston, and especially the science of ISTemi- 

 nistic Healing, of which I had heard much in Alcalde. ' But per- 



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