In 1896 my trouble began with what the doctors said was chronic dyspepsia and bowel trouble. I tried all the best of our home physicians, and they could do nothing for me.
As I was steadily growing worse I next tried the best physicians in our neighboring cities, but with the same results. I now thought I must travel, and accordingly went to a renowned sanitarium in Colorado, where I took hygienic treatment. I left there worse than when I arrived. I now returned home as sick in heart as body, so emaciated that my friends did not know me, having lost about ninety pounds of flesh. They predicted I had but a short time to live. I now had to use morphine, so intense had become the pain. I was in this condition, drifting along, trying mineral waters which seemed to give me a little temporary relief, when Christian Science was brought to me by a relative of the family. She told me of her own wonderful healing through this method. We had Christian Science here, but I had always ridiculed it, but now something within insisted that I should try it. I went to a healer and arranged for treatment, taking a present treatment while there. In a few days I was a changed man, both physically and spiritually. Both mind and body healed fast, and after two weeks' treatment, I commenced for myself with the Bible and Science and Health. My whole life was hung before me and I read, as it were, the handwriting on the wall: "Malice," "Hatred," "Revenge," "Temper," "Faultfinding," "Appetite," and a host of other evils which caused me to remark to my patient wife, "If I am made up of these things, it's a wonder I am not dead;" thereupon commenced a gathering of the tares to be burned, and as the weeding progressed I rejoiced to see the last vestige of my many beliefs disappear.
Marshall, Tex.
