Some time since I was asked to go to see a woman who needed help in Christian Science. She lived in a remote part of our city, a part with which I was unfamiliar and a very rough neighborhood. At first, I thought, "I don't know where she lives and I will wait and get one of the Scientists to go with me, for I don't like the idea of going alone. Error tried to make many excuses to keep me from being "about my Father's business," but I rejoice to say that Good finally triumphed, and I caught the first car going that way. As Love was leading me, of course had no difficulty in finding the place. The husband met me at the door, his wife being so ill he had come home from his work. He invited me in to see her—a pale, delicate little body. She seemed very weak and miserable. She said that she had been an invalid for years, that she was a sufferer from nervous dyspepsia, that the physicians could do nothing for her, and she had about given up.
We had a beautiful time together, she eager to know, and I glad to tell of this Comforter. Christian Science, I gave her a treatment, and continued doing so for two or three weeks, at the expiration of that time she had found her perfect health in God, and is to-day a strong, healthy woman.— Macon, Ga.
