Beloved Teacher:—I received letters from my daughter here, of the rapidly failing health of her sick husband. He had been better for a few weeks, but had again relapsed, and was unable to go out, and reduced to a perfect skeleton with a belief of violent dyspepsia, if not something worse.
I started on the 19th, reached here the 21st, at once set aside all medicine and undertook his case. On the second day we walked through his rooms; stronger on the third day: we walked down town and back, a distance of about half a mile the fourth day. Yesterday we went riding a distance of eight miles; and to-day we go out pleasuring, after he has partaken heartily of many varieties of food. He has ordered a toboggan suit for going out soon to coast. Happiness reigns. He jumped up about two feet this morning, when a friend called to ask how he felt. "That's how I feel," he said, as he held his dish of mutton stew in his hand. 'Am demonstrating every day, and thanks be to the dear Father he answers me almost always before I am done speaking. All my treatments, in every instance, have through Him been successful.
