Dear Journal:—In the Spring of '87 for three years I had not done three days' work, and during harvest time of each year was confined to bed from five to seven weeks. Twice in this time, my friends came to see me pass the belief of death. Being a pronounced infidel, when my parents and friends asked me to believe in Christ, and accept the Bible as the word of God, my answer was such as to prevent approaching me on the subject again. My beliefs were numerous. The World's Dispensary Association of Buffalo, N. Y., treated me for five different so-called diseases; and other M. D.'s told me they could not cure me.
At this time I received a letter from a friend in Mason City, Iowa, asking me to come there for treatment, and saying he would pay all expenses if I did not get better; that the Dr. was a Christian Scientist. I laughed at the idea that anyone claiming to be a Christian could do me any good; but concluded to go, to please my friend.
In the morning after my arrival in the city, I began to receive treatment. I was ashamed to be seen going to be treated, and took the back alleys so that fewer people would see me. About ten or twelve days after beginning to take treatment I improved fast, and from that time to the present day I have gradually improved. In three weeks I left Mason City, compelled to acknowledge that I had been helped by Christian Science. Upon my arrival home I was laughed at; some thought I had gone daft. All that annoyed me was that I had not gone daft that way, years before.
