Early in the year 1913 my little daughter, aged six years,...

Early in the year 1913 my little daughter, aged six years, was stricken with what a doctor pronounced a very severe attack of typhoid fever. She and her little sister were boarding in the country, and when I received word that she was ill, I went to her at once and found her unconscious. She had not recognized any one for two days and had so changed I should hardly have known her.

When the doctor came, I asked him just what he thought, and he said he could not tell. We therefore had a consultation of physicians, and they decided that the child was very sick and that nothing could be done but to give stimulants to keep the heart in action. This went on for three days, and every one had given her up but myself, and I was nearly distracted. On the third day I asked the doctor what he intended to do,—if he was going to let her die and do nothing? He said there was absolutely nothing that could be done; that it was beyond all human power to reach her trouble, which was all in the brain; that he did not believe she could possibly live three days at the most, and if she did the brain would always be affected. He added that if he were I, he would rather she did not live. It seemed for a moment as if my life had become a blank, and yet something kept telling me she must not die, and I could not believe she would. All my future plans included my little girls, and without them life seemed impossible to me.

The doctor made this statement on Monday, and the nurse gave the child stimulants all day until five o'clock that night, when I ordered every one to leave her to me, for I intended to have Christian Science treatment and save my baby's life. At half-past five the nurse reported that the little one's condition was critical, so I telephoned to a Christian Science practitioner and told her all her particulars, including the fact that the doctor had said there was no hope. She replied that she would begin treatment immediately. That night I insisted on being left alone with the child. Then I took the Bible and sat by her cot, reading and trying to know the truth,—that God is the only cause and creator. I had perfect confidence in God, realized His presence with the child, and my burden was lifted. I was sure my darling was safe, and that she would soon be well again.

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Testimony of Healing
I deem it my duty, as well as a great privilege, to express...
August 14, 1915

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