A Mother, who had just been healed by absent treatments, knowing nothing of Science, except that which came through the healing power of Truth, tells the following "My little boy had a severe canker sore mouth. I tried to treat him the best I could, as I could not use medicine after my wonderful cure,— it seemed blasphemous,—and there was no Scientist near. At last my husband said: "Let me touch the sores with blue vitriol, so that he will not suffer as much, and you can keep on with your Science, to get it out of his system." The suffering seemed very real to me, and I half consented, when the real Scientist spoke: "Papa, does God have to be propped up with blue vitriol?" and in a very few hours not a trace remained of the claim. I never wavered again. About two months after, my little girl of three, who was very fleshy, and subject to croup, was attacked with that claim very severely, while I was alone with her, in the night. I held her in my arms, seeming to smell the various remedies I had formerly used, as one after another came to my thought, but I had no desire to use them.
Then suddenly the thought came: "Suppose Christian Science is a humbug after all?"
“Why, I am healed!"
