Dow City, Iowa, April 14, 1896.
REV. MARY B. G. EDDY.
Dear Mother and Beloved Teacher:— I have been thinking of you so often of late, and if it would not be asking too much of your precious time, I would love dearly to receive a letter from you.
I want to tell you how God has blessed my work. A little more than three years ago Doctor Carr, the Dow City doctor, asked me to treat one of his patients, who had been ill a number of weeks with typhoid fever, as the doctor said, and which terminated in quick consumption. Doctor Carr told me he had done all he could for him, and as he was a nice young man, he wished very much to see him get well and would consider it a favor if I would treat him. I gave him some treatments. Sabbath evening the family sent for the doctor, and a friend of the young man, and Doctor Carr said he could not live the night through. The nurse and his mother sat by his bedside, the nurse keeping her hand on his pulse and over the region of his heart. At a few moments past twelve o'clock the nurse said to the mother. "He is dead, he is gone." But not so, for in a few moments he began to get better, and in a short time he opened his eyes and looked around.
