It entered like iron into my
parental soul, already quivering with its recent wound, and I murmured
to myself, "Oh, my prophetic soul, my second son-in-law!"
Winona too! Two years have passed since I granted her permission to
practise Christian Science, and from that time to this she has gone
regularly every day to her office to minister to the patients who have
applied to her for treatment. I am unable to state whether these have
been many or few; to be frank, I have been amazed that she has had any
at all. But I am sure that she has had some, and that she claims to
have cured several sufferers from chronic disorders whom the regular
practitioners had declared incurable. Or, more accurately, I should
say that she has demonstrated that there was nothing the matter with
them save a superabundance of error in their souls. I have learned,
too, that she has experienced some dismal failures, notably in the case
of the woman with consumption, referred to by Josephine, who, as Winona
explained to us, would have got well had she only been able to realize
that she was getting better. There was also a patient suffering from
mental derangement who grew crazier and crazier, until she was finally
carried off by her friends, whereas, as Winona sweetly explained to us,
if they had only allowed her to remain a little longer she would have
been completely cured, because in Christian Science, as in nature,
darkness is apt to be most signal just before the dawn.
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