I want to tell you how my daughter was cured through Christian Science, after the doctors had tried their skill for three weeks and failed. She is twenty-two years old, very bright and active, never having been sick in bed since a little child, yet is of a nervous temperament, and easily worried. In January, 1890, on coming down stairs, she missed her footing when near the bottom, and the fall gave her a severe jar, which the doctors said affected the nerve centres. She had not been as well as usual for a year past, but there seemed nothing to make us feel particularly uneasy about her. In an hour after the fall, she dressed for a walk, and was out shopping the rest of the day. She spent the next three days resting, as she complained of being very tired. The following Sunday, we began to be uneasy about her. Monday morning she became delirious, and continued so for three weeks, without any release. During this time two of our best physicians were in attendance (day and night) and friends were constantly coming to our assistance. Later, the third doctor was called in for counsel. More faithful work could not have been done than they did during that time. The doctors gave us but little encouragement, and said to our friends that she could not recover.
At this point my husband, who was not a Christian Scientist, was willing to have me call a Christian Scientist, of New York. She had only been here a few days, and I had never met her. When asked to come, some one tried to prevent her doing so by telling her it would not do, as the doctors had given up the case, and the patient would die on her hands,—and thus injure instead of helping the Science. Her reply was: "If Mrs. G— is a Scientist, and has sent for me, that settles it. I will go." She commenced treating my daughter when she did not recognize any one, and had not spoken above a whisper for several days. The third treatment she spoke aloud, and called by name every one of us who came into the room. We dispensed with watchers immediately, and she soon requested to go upstairs to her own room at night, her sister sleeping with her. She had but one restless night after that. Her recovery is considered something wonderful.— Salt Lake City, Utah.
