In June, 1903, when in the midst of joyous preparations to attend the Annual Meeting so dear to the hearts of all Christian Scientists, a telegram was received from a dear one living in a neighboring state for some one to be sent to her at once. I was asked to take the case. A young girl had been suffering for two weeks with typhoid fever, growing weaker every day,—the case seemed desperate. At first I hesitated ; all sorts of suggestions coming to my perturbed thoughts. Could I sacrifice my trip, give up my long-cherished hope to see again the face of our dear Leader, whose words had been such an inspiration to guide me into the path of Truth and Love? Could I go? These, with many other seeming difficulties, came up for me to battle with. Truly did I pray, "Shepherd, show me how to go" (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 397).
Divine Love prompted obedience to the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, so I went at midnight, my husband and little girl accompanying me to the depot. My ticket was handed me with this remark, "An out-of-the-way place it is, two stop-overs." For a second my heart felt faint, but soon Truth and Love conquered that lie to depress my sense of duty to God and man, so I went on my way rejoicing, arriving at the "out-of-the-way place" the following night at half past nine. Stepping from the train I followed the few passengers to a small waiting-room. Error again confronted me,—the waitingroom soon became deserted, no one there to meet me, it was raining and cold, I was alone, and it seemed that all the suppositional evils of mortal mind were battling for supremacy. Silently, and with unfaltering trust in infinite Love, again I prayed, "Shepherd, show me how to go."
Presently the conductor came in, seeing that I was alone, and asked if I expected any one to meet me. I replied that I did, and that as I had never seen the parties or they me, perhaps they were somewhere outside. Telling him their names, he said, "Why, I know them well. They are not in town now, but are out fifteen miles on an island with two very ill children. The last boat went over at six, and no other goes again until to-morrow at six. Nothing to do but for you to go to a hotel and wait." So I did.
