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Incidents like the following are common in our practice: A little girl in the neighborhood of our institution was taken with diphtheria. The mother, an ardent Christian Scientist, called in several healers of her cult, but the child grew worse from day to day, until the false membranes in the throat began to choke her to death.

As the leading scientist, it was his job to evaluate every new discovery made during the trip out to the distant satellite, and later make observations on the colony itself. Scientifically, and in a sense ultimately, the success or failure of the Roald expedition would rest on his round hunched shoulders.

"I know nothing about it," I answered "Except this that the cure of any mind trouble must come from within not from without. And I'm not a Christian Scientist either?" He smiled cynically. "Really not? I should have thought you were!" "You would make a grave error if you thought so," I responded, curtly. A keen and watchful interest flashed over his dark face.

Anna Kingsford, taking place perhaps some forty years ago, who claimed of course she was a very strong anti-vivisectionist that by thought-power she caused the death of Claude Bernard, the great vivisection scientist of France.

The Boy Inventors' Flying Ship was devoted to a detailed narrative of the boys' long and unexpected cruise to the unexplored regions of the Upper Amazon. The boys were shipwrecked and cast away without an apparent hope of rescue on a yacht belonging to a German scientist, the crew of which had mutinied.

"At the precise moment when these hands were at work writing, and a little later while they patted Mrs. Towne's cheek and tapped on the doctor's shirt-front, I asked: 'Are you controlling his hands? "'Yes, responded the doctor, who, by-the-way, is a vigorous young scientist and had never before experimented with these forces. His reply was echoed by Mrs.

As the scientist finds in every new discovery a new dark continent, in each atom a universe, so Kedzie found from each acquired desire infinite new desires radiating fanwise to the horizon and beyond. At first she had wanted to know the town now she wanted to be known by the town. Then her father stood in her way; now, her husband.

He is sick of the game, I suppose, and would be satisfied to get his money back with a reasonable profit. It is a find, really." "Looks so, for a fact. How did you get on to it, 'Bob'?" "Purely by chance. Through a man named Mallow, a 'scientist' of some sort with a magic tester." The girl laughed. "Don't know him."

Afraid to spit if some Washington bureaucrat wagged a finger. Well, the hell with Corson. The hell with Taber. The hell with all of them. If Les King stood to make an honest buck, he was going to do his damnedest until somebody passed a law making it illegal. Brent Taber was drawn to Doctor Entman. He found, in the ugly little scientist, a rapport that seemed to exist nowhere else.

I said to Abigail: "I have never pretended that Douglas was a scientist or an artist or that he had a philosophical mind, but now that you bring these things to my attention I want to ask you why he is not a first-class disciple of Darwin, since he has advocated the processes of nature in the solution of the slavery question." "Nature! Well, are climate and soil any more nature than thought?