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Show ALL HOPE LOST. "I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, sir." The short, nervous, sorrowful-looking man, who had entered the office of the prominent Christian Science healer, looked him straight in the face. "I don't know whether you recall me or not," he said, "but I was in here last week. I came in here, sir, if you remember, to have you give my wife the liveliest kind of absent treatment you knew how to administer. My wife, as I informed you, was and is at a famous summer resort. She was writing home for cash about every other day, and I asked you to give her treatment from here that would tone down her ideas. Do you remember?" re-member?" The Christian Scientist got down Ledger B. "Ah, yes," he murmured. "Lady at shore. Absent Ab-sent treatment from here. Certainly. She has had an hour every morning. I will find out what the trouble is." He touched a bell. "Ask Miss Percy to step here." Miss Percy entered. "Miss Percy, you have been ti .tic this gentleman's gen-tleman's wife at Ocean Wave C -'at, with a view to getting her to make her demands on her husband hus-band more moderate. And he tells us now that she's worse than ever. What is the trouble?" Miss Percy smiled. "Don't blame me, sir," she said; "but you know there's a local healer at Ocean Wave Crest" "What's she got to do with it?" "Why, only this. That when she began to feel the effects of my absent treatment, she got frightened, and hired the local healer to treat her for nerve enough to ask for twice as much as she had been demanding." Life. |
