Feeling it a duty incumbent on every Christian Scientist, and fully cognizant of the fact that I have allowed error to hinder me too long already in giving my testimony, I beg a small part of your space, in the hope that others may derive the same benefit from my experience that I always receive from the "Testimonies from the Field."
About six years ago I came to Colorado—a well nigh broken down invalid, after having spent seven years in the Southern states, in the hope that change of climate would restore me to health. I had been here but a few months, when I was taken very much worse, with a severe attack of acute stomach trouble. I was removed to a private hospital, and for months was fed on less food than would keep a baby alive. This food was in a liquid form only, and in most minute quantities, seldom so much as a table spoonful at a time. An increase of food at any time would bring on spells of vomiting, and my supply in consequence would be at once reduced again.
So strong an impression had the laws of materia medica and hygiene made on the entire household that, one day when our little girl saw the dog run across the lawn with a bone in his mouth, she ran hurriedly after him calling: "Here, Spot! you can't have that bone; you mustn't eat between meals!"
