I Was born and raised a Methodist, and at the age of fourteen was formally admitted into the church, and have remained there ever since. Some ten years ago a daughter who had suffered untold misery for years, and had been treated by the best physicians in the country, and had taken so much strong medicine that she was entirely helpless, was wonderfully and permanently cured by a few treatments in Christian Science.
Some time after, another daughter sent me a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures." I read it at intervals, found some good reading in it, but nothing that interested me, and laid it aside. Not long after I received a letter from the sender, asking how I liked the book. My reply was, "It is about as interesting to me as a last year's almanac."
In March, 1896, I took up a residence in Denver, where the two daughters lived. Here I came more in contact with Christian Scientists and their literature. I saw some wonderful cures performed by them, and read of so many others that I concluded God must be with those people, for such healing power did not exist in man alone. I took up Science and Health again, read a few pages, but found nothing but what seemed to me absurdities and contradictions, and threw it down, saying, "Methodism is good enough for me." I had been a Methodist all my life and wanted to die a Methodist.
