at night, waking me out of sleep. Then I began my first conscious treatments: of course I followed no formula, and I needed none. A cry for help, knowing it would be answered; precious texts from the Bible, which had already become like a new book to me; sweet assurance of faith by the witnessing Spirit; strong logical conclusions, learned from Science and Health: what a wealth of material! Before finishing the book, all tendency to my old aches and pains had left me, and I have been a strong, healthy woman ever since.
My first demonstration with another than myself was
also before I had finished my first reading. My husband
was cured of the belief of bilious fever by not over ten
minutes' treatment; the fever and pain in head and limbs
disappearing in that instantaneous way as soon as I
could summon sufficient courage to offer my services in
this, to us, new but glorious work. He slept soundly
that night (the treatment was given about 10 A. M.), and
ate and worked as usual the next day, with no symptoms
of a relapse then or afterward. That was in March, 1888;
in the following August I met in one of our Rocky Mountiain berry patches a lady who complained so bitterly that
I felt compelled to offer her treatment. Her words, when
I visited her at her home during Christmas week, will
give some idea of the result: —
“Yes, I am doing three women's work, — attending to my own and my son's housework, and caring for his wife and new-born babe; but I am equal to it, when I think of all the Lord has done for me! Why, Mrs. S., I was cured with that first treatment you gave me, I know; because I went out to gather berries that day and was caught in a drenching shower, — and for ten years before
