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seemed an object lesson. The dog did better than I, though, for he secured what he went after and brought it to shore, while I, so far, had not and I wondered if I ever would. Still there was something within me that led me on and on in spite of failure and discouragement, and I now see that I was really advancing all the while, though I was not conscious of it.

Even after I began healing others I was subject to many a setback myself. I remember on one occasion I had been suffering all night with an attack of facial neuralgia, and one side of my face was swollen badly. On the day following a patient called and my first impulse was not to see her. That seemed cowardly, so I conquered the impulse and went down to the drawing room, though at every step I felt like turning and running the other way.

The patient noticed the swelling, but she did not mention it till long afterward. She then said her heart went down at the sight of it and she wondered if I could help her when I was in such a state, but, strange to relate, I did help her. I gave a very strong treatment and shortly after that the swelling in my face went down completely.

For the moment it had seemed an untoward circumstance that a patient should come just at that time and find me in such a condition, but instead of that it was a means to an end, a hill.