One day shortly before Christmas, during a very severe frost,, I was out bicycling with my brothers (they were riding). When we were coming home the younger one said, "I'll race you," and quite forgetting the condition of the roads, which were like iron, I agreed. I had been shopping, and had a large parcel tied on my handle bars, on which I caught my knee and jammed it in such a manner that it was impossible to push down the pedal as it came -up, with the result that I had a fearful fall. I must have "been going about twelve or fourteen miles an hour at the time,—this will give some idea of the force with which I fell. I naturally started treating at once, and by the time my other brother and the groom rode up, I was standing up examining my bicycle. The groom, who knew nothing of Christian Science, was very much alarmed, but my brother who got off his horse to do something to my bicycle, just whispered to me, "I suppose you're treating." I walked home and seemed all right, but had to use a stick. In the evening, as I was going up to dress for dinner, when I got up and tried to walk, I fell back in my chair and very nearly fainted from the fearful pain in my knee. I then said to my mother, who is a Christian Scientist, "I think you had better treat me, I feel too bad to do anything for myself." She did, and in a very few minutes the faintness went off, but I could not move my leg without great pain. I had to be carried up to bed, and how I managed to undress I really do not know. My mother continued to treat me, and I had an excellent night. The following morning before the maid came in I had walked across the room and opened the shutters. Before the end of the day I could walk up and down stairs without a stick, and about a week afterwards I went to a dance and danced the whole evening without feeling my knee at all.
, Kintbury, Eng.
