Is a bright, active little boy of six years who now attends our Christian Science Sunday school. He lives near the Scientist at whose home we hold our meetings, and, beaming with good nature, used to be about asking all manner of questions where Mr. C—was sometimes at work. Having inaugurated, and still conducting the meetings at home, he one day invited Sandy to come into the class of children of which he had charge. Notwithstanding his bashfulness before strangers, he seemed full of life and ready for anything, so said he would do so if his mother would allow.
The following Sunday he appeared, bringing also his brother, a couple of years older. Mr. C—,who is himself a great lover of children, never fails to impress upon their susceptible minds their real power over mortal beliefs of sickness as well as of sin.
After three or four weeks, Sandy was one morning assailed by belief of sickness in acute form, the symptoms being similar to those which had attended the passing on of an elder sister. The mother and father, neither being Scientists, nor in fact knowing much about Christian Science, became greatly alarmed. Sandy kept calling for Mr. C—,telling his mother he would make him well if she would only send for him. She, however, not knowing the real efficacy of the Science, thought it mere nonsense and began to try to give him medicine, but he so stoutly resisted taking it that she finally despaired of doing anything for him. He slept but little that night, and could not be prevented from calling, at frequent intervals, for Mr. C—. In the morning, to satisfy the boy, and also to seek advice as to his condition which was not improved, she called upon Mr. C—who soon went over. He sat down by the bedside, as Sandy looked up and smiled with gratification, holding out his little hand which revealed a five-cent-piece he had been holding. This proved to be a bribe which, among other influences, had been brought to bear and had momentarily caused him to forget his principles and take some medicine. He now wished to relinquish it and offered it to Mr. C—but said nothing. While Mr. C— was treating him, he quietly turned over and fell asleep. At night he was so far recovered that all alarm had subsided, and the next day he was out at play as usual.
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