I FEEL it a duty, as well as a Privilege, to toll the world the wonderful work done by Christian Science in the healing of my son.
On the night of June first he went to his father's trunk factory to turn out the eras that had been carelessly left burning in a small drying-room; from lack of oxygen the gas had gone out in this room, and of course it was filled with the gas. It being dark my son lighted a jet in the large room about six feet from the door of the small room and then thoughtlessly opened this door. The gas burst out, ignited, and caused a terrific explosion, which broke all the windows in the building, and some across the street, and shook buildings several blocks away.
My son was thrown across the room; he was unconscious for awhile, but soon rallied sufficiently to grope his way to the street and call a carriage. On the way home he stopped for a Scientist.
