and Teaching,(8) and
was so deeply interested that I began reading that blessed chapter over
again,--when I found I was cured of my dyspepsia, that I could use my
strength in lifting without feeling the old distressing pain in my side,
and also that the pain in the kidneys only came on 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 Mountain 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 I could not bear the least exposure without suffering from
those dreadful headaches I told you about, and from dysentery,--but that
day I had neither. I had once been laid out for dead,--lying there
perfectly conscious, hearing my friends grieving over me,--but I did not
want to come to, I suffered so. No, I never have any of those ailments. I
am a well, hearty woman,--and that is not all. I had been seeking religion
for more than twenty years, but I never knew