"We Missed That One Day of Summer":
The Chilly Town of Evanston
Fueled by the gasoline from the rusty green tractor outside of town, the Christophers arrived at the comfortable place they'd call home. With a spacious office at the front, it had cozy living quarters in back roomy enough for Ray, Delia, and their children. With nothing to live on but the few boxes of food they had tucked into the car, they hung out a sign announcing their arrival, and waited for the patients to come.
Townspeople passing on the wide sidewalk in front of the office eyed the sign with suspicion. They'd never even seen a naturopath before. No one was quite sure what a naturopath was. All the practitioners who had settled in Evanston's high country had been orthodox medical physicians; the town didn't even have a chiropractor.
Just when Ray was afraid they'd starve, a few patients started trickling in, most from curiosity, and most for minor ailments like athlete's foot or a sprained ankle. Even those few weren't quite enough to sustain the Christophers, as they were having a rough time putting food on the table and paying their monthly bills. When circumstances reached their most dire, the Christophers got the chance to receive the blessings that come from sacrifice.
It all started with a phone call. Delia's sister Jane, a model who was working part-time in California to build a career in film, decided she wanted to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Her voice sang over the telephone wires as she told them, "You know that father can't support me. But if I can find someone who will, the Church will let me serve a mission."
"We'll be glad to send you on a mission," Ray responded without hesitation. "And we'll keep you on your mission for two years."
As they said their good-byes and Ray replaced the black phone in its cradle, his eyes met those of his wife. How would they manage? They were scarcely able to eat for lack of funds, and there were times when the two of them shared a paltry amount so their sweet children could be filled. But they shared something besides their meager meals, they shared a faith in the Lord and an attitude of thanks for the many times He had helped them. Somehow, they'd manage.
As Jane prepared to enter the mission home, she asked her benefactors where they wanted her to serve. Ray, remembering the people who had left him at the orphanage in Salt Lake City so many years earlier, said, "My father was from Paris, and my mother was from Switzerland. I would love to see you serve in the French-Swiss Mission!" Then, catching himself, he told her, 'Tell them to send you where they need you the most."
The Christophers borrowed money against the naturopathic equipment in the Evanston office to purchase the clothing and supplies Jane would need for her two-year mission. With the last of their funds, they boarded the train to travel with her to Salt Lake City.
The line of hopeful missionaries was long that afternoon, and church authorities shook each eager hand, giving each man or woman an assignment in some corner of the globe. When they reached Jane, one paused. "Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"I want to go where you need me most," she replied, echoing the words of her brother-in-law.
After a pensive moment he announced, "The place you are needed most is in the French-Swiss Mission." Ray's heart soared. He had the chance of sending a missionary to the land of his ancestors.
As Ray and Delia made the weary journey back to Evanston, they reflected on what they had just done. Early in the morning, as the frost etched graceful designs on the windows of the passenger car, Ray fingered the coins in his pocket. Hungry and tired, he and Delia spent their last few dollars on a meal in the dining car, and prayed for their family's future.
Hanging over the wide sidewalk, Ray's sign swung silently in the frosty breeze. As he turned the doorknob to enter his office waiting room that morning, he gasped.
It was filled. Patients sat in every available space, waiting for appointments to see the new naturo-path in town. From that day forward, his practice grew. There was money enough not only to keep Jane on her mission, but to feed his family again!
The patients themselves were the best advertisements Dr. Christopher could hope for. Word-of-mouth recommendations came from people who had suffered for years, unable to get relief from the orthodox medical community. There was the woman whose arthritic joints were at last freed, the asthmatic whose airways were finally opened, and perhaps most astonishing to the residents of Evanston, the polio victim who at last walked.
Ray remembered the case fondly. The man arrived at the office in a wheelchair, bearing his doctor's pronouncement that he would never walk again. He had accepted with sorrow his fate, but was hoping to find some relief from the pain that accompanied his condition.
"I know I can relieve your pain," Ray told the afflicted man. "And if you'd like to walk again, I think I can help you do that, too." Given a program of herbal foods and dietary guidelines, the man left the office with new hope. Within a few months, he cast aside his wheelchair and walked around town, telling others about Dr. Christopher.
Although their business flourished, the Christophers had a hard time adjusting to the cold climate of Evanston. One of their favorite jokes was the sentiment that "we missed that one day of summer - we were in Salt Lake that day!"
From the time he was a young boy playing in the gardens along Highland Drive, Ray had loved the sight of a tender mother cradling her precious infant. Life was sacred to him. Throughout his practice he opposed birth control and refused to assist in abortion.
He remembered the chilling example of one belligerent young woman who was led into his office seeking an abortion. Although his patient schedule was relentless, he counseled her for almost an hour regarding the sanctity of life. "This baby has been sent for your enjoyment," he concluded. "Let it come, give it life; take care of it and love it."
Jumping from her seat, she screamed, "I hate you! If I had a gun, I would kill you!
I'm going to get rid of this baby, and if you won't do it, I'll get another doctor to do it!" As she ran from the office, he pleaded with her to remember the things he had told her.
About a year later, the woman came to the office again, this time bearing a sweet baby in her arms.
"I want to thank you," she said, stroking the infant's soft cheek. "I told you I hated you, that I wanted to kill you, but you made me think. I went to three other doctors seeking an abortion. Each time as I sat in their waiting rooms, I heard your voice. I never went through with it. This baby has changed my life, and she is the most beautiful thing I could ever have been given."
It was while in Evanston that Dr. Christopher had some of his greatest opportunities to help mothers and their babies. On one memorable occasion, the jangling of the telephone line cut through the heavy morning air. A frantic woman announced that she was hemorrhaging rapidly and about to lose her baby. "I've lost babies before," she cried, "and I want to save this one! Please, can you help me?"
Dr. Christopher instructed her to stay in bed until he arrived. He worked quickly to fill his bag with the herbs he knew would help. Just as he was about to press open the door against the frigid Evanston morning, the phone rang again. This time the message came from a small frame house on the opposite side of town, but the words were the same: another frightened woman was hemorrhaging rapidly and losing her baby. She, too, pleaded for help, and was also instructed to stay in bed until Dr. Christopher arrived. He paused long enough to stuff more herbs into his bag before racing into the not-yet-warm morning.
Each woman was given the same instruction: half a cup of false unicorn tea every half hour until the bleeding stopped, then half a cup every hour. They were to continue with half a cup of tea three times a day, enhanced with plenty of fresh juices and total bed rest.
Within months each of the women traveled the wide sidewalk in front of Dr. Christopher's office, each carrying a perfectly formed baby in the soft folds of a pastel blanket.
Dr. Christopher valued false unicorn so much that he used it in two formulas especially designed for women. The first is Nu-Fem; formulated to help rebuild a malfunctioning reproductive system, it contains golden seal root, blessed thistle, cayenne, uva ursi leaves, cramp bark, false unicorn root, red raspberry leaves, squaw vine, and ginger root.
One of his most versatile formulas, Nu-Fern was recommended by Dr. Christopher to women with a wide array of problems, ranging from menstrual cramping and flooding to infertility. Because blessed thistle provides a natural source of estrogen, Nu-Fem corrects the estrogen imbalance that is at the source of many female problems.
Ray's files were filled with letters from hundreds of women who used the formula with success. He found that it relieves cramps, pain, and flooding due to menstruation, reducing the flow without stopping it. The powerful uterine sedative in cramp bark helps relax the uterus and ovaries, resulting in painless periods. Other herbs in the formula promote a regular menstrual cycle.
Ray remembered a seventeen-year-old Texan whose menstrual cycles were so physically devastating that she was hospitalized each month for dehydration and excessive vomiting. Nu-Fem alleviated her problems.
A woman that Ray met while practicing in Evanston had suffered from agonizing menstrual periods for more than ten years, typically being bedridden with severe pain for a week each month. She had invested tens of thousands of dollars on specialists from coast to coast without avail. After using Nu-Fem for only ninety days, she experienced no pain or flooding with her periods, and had a twenty-eight-day cycle for the first time in her life.
In addition to easing cramping, the cramp bark in Nu-Fem helps rebuild the reproductive organs and correct the position of the uterus. An Ohio woman who had suffered severe pain from a tipped uterus was scheduled for a hysterectomy when she appealed to Dr. Christopher for help. After taking Nu-Fem for five days, her pain was eased. Within several weeks, her physician was astonished to find that the uterus was no longer tipped.
Because Nu-Fem provides a natural source of estrogen, delivers healing foods to the reproductive organs, and rebuilds organs that are immature or damaged, it also aids in conception and makes normal pregnancies possible. Ray liked to remember a couple who used the formula and conceived a child after fourteen years of desperate longing. Their success came after using Nu-Fem in conjunction with a proper diet, plenty of distilled water, wheat germ oil, and Fen LB.
A forty-one-year-old Portland woman who asked for Dr. Christopher's help had suffered nine miscarriages in the twenty years of her marriage. All had occurred during the second or third month of pregnancy, stealing with them her dreams of wading with a fair-haired child at the ocean's edge. Nu-Fem restored her reproductive system, and with it her dreams, as she successfully bore a child.
Even those who are pregnant reap the benefits of the herbal foods in Nu-Fem. Red raspberry leaves calm nausea and morning sickness, quiet false labor, assist contractions, check hemorrhage during labor, aid in rapid and safe delivery, relieve after-pains, and enrich mothers milk. Cramp bark aids in proper positioning of the fetus and prevents painful leg cramps during pregnancy. Squaw vine was widely used by the North American Indians to promote easy delivery; for centuries, they were back in the fields working the same day they gave birth. Cayenne improves strength and endurance during labor as well as stopping hemorrhage following delivery.
The other formula Ray based on false unicorn was Hormonal Changease, a natural source of precursors to hormones needed by both men and women of all ages. He recommended it to many of his patients during puberty, pregnancy, nursing, and menopause, and used it in treatment of "male menopause" as well. To false unicorn was added black co-hosh root, sarsaparilla root, Siberian ginseng root, licorice root, blessed thistle, and squaw vine.
The herbs in Hormonal Changease help the body maintain the proper balance of hormones because they provide precursors to hormones. As such, the body has to do very little to convert them to estrogen and other hormones, which are easily assimilated and excesses naturally eliminated by the body. Dr. Christopher taught his students that synthetic hormones (such as those used in hormone replacement therapy) cannot be completely assimilated by the body.
The excess is stored by the body, builds up in body tissues, and eventually causes potentially serious side effects.
Hormonal Changease eases the physical problems associated with puberty, provides quick relief for menstrual pain, acts as an outstanding pregnancy "food," and relieves hot flashes and other symptoms associated with menopause. Because both men and women need varying amounts of female hormones, Hormonal Changease is also an excellent remedy for hormonal imbalance in men.
Blessed thistle, one of the herbs in both Nu-Fem and Hormonal Changease, had special significance for Dr. Christopher: throughout the years of his practice, he used it to help many women nurse their babies, even those who had adopted.
Historically, blessed thistle was known as the "holy herb." Legend has it that the French Emperor Charlemagne once found his army threatened with destruction by an epidemic of bubonic plague. An angel instructed him to shoot an arrow from his crossbow into the air - and that it would fall upon a plant that would cure the disease. The arrow fell on a blessed thistle plant, which eventually became the emblem of France's fourteenth-century Order of the Thistle.
Dr. Christopher's use of blessed thistle was not nearly as dramatic as that of an emperor seeking an angel's intervention on behalf of his dying army, but his endorsement of the humble herb saved untold numbers of innocent babes. He remembered one mother who lost her milk supply for more than two months. Her baby, who could not digest commercial formulas or animal milks, wasted away to the very brink of death. Sipping the blessed thistle tea she was given by Dr. Christopher, she was once again able to nurse her baby, who thrived and grew to play among the wild flowers that dotted the mountain meadows.
Another mother was ordered by a doctor to wean her three-month-old baby to a bottle. Her milk supply was insufficient, he said, and the baby was beginning to fail. Blessed thistle endowed her with a good supply of rich milk, enough to sustain her baby well. Still another mother of a large family grew fatigued and began to lose her milk supply, and just two capsules of blessed thistle each night restored so much milk that her nightclothes were wet with it.
But perhaps the most moving experiences for Ray involved women who breast-fed babies they adopted through love and charity. When one young mother was tragically killed in an automobile accident, her seventeen-year-old sister brought the blue-eyed baby girl to Dr. Christopher. The baby had been thrown clear of the car and was miraculously uninjured in the accident, but could not digest formula or cow's milk. As she cradled the baby to her shoulder, the young woman asked if she might nurse it. After a few days on blessed thistle tea, the seventeen-year-old had an ample supply of rich, nutrient-dense mother's milk. She reared the baby girl until she was weaned.
An unforgettable incident occurred shortly before his retirement when a tall, blond woman came to Dr. Christopher's office in Orem, Utah. With a proud smile, she told him, "I'm going to adopt a baby." Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward. "I've heard you have a program that will help me breast feed my baby. This is our fourth adopted child, and I haven't been able to breast feed any of them."
Prescribing a sound diet, plenty of fresh juice, and quarts of distilled water each day, Ray advised that she drink a cup of blessed thistle tea at least three times a day.
A few months later the same woman came through the doorway of his Orem office, draped like royalty in a deep purple robe trimmed with white fur. She threw the robe aside, and there, against the stark whiteness of her breast, nursed a chubby brown Navajo baby. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed down at the suckling infant. "I love each of my four children so much," she whispered, "but I feel so close to this one. He is blood of my blood."
The practice in Evanston grew steadily, and eventually the small waiting room was filled to capacity each day long before most people in Evanston finished their morning chores. Some people came to be treated themselves, others brought loved ones or family members who needed the help that holistic healing could offer. Some needed only simple treatment, others presented problems that were so complex they had been abandoned by the medical community. Some even suffered from mental as well as physical illnesses.
One such woman came to the Evanston office one winter morning with her sixteen-year-old daughter. A victim of Down's syndrome, the girl had been institutionalized in Lander at the state's mental hospital (an "insane asylum," as they called it then). The girl walked slowly around the office, gazing intently at the equipment and the clear glass jars of dried herbs. Her face was brightened with a sweet smile, but she could not speak. Occasionally she uttered a guttural sound, but nothing was recognizable.
"I have fought to have my daughter at home for the next three months," the mother explained, never diverting her gaze far from the girl who wandered about the office. "Can you help me?"
Outlining a strict program of holistic healing, Dr. Christopher sent them back into the snowy Evanston morning. He checked on the child frequently, stopping to visit whenever he could find the time. By the end of the three months, her mind seemed quicker and brighter. She responded better to instructions. Best of all, she was speaking simple sentences that could be clearly understood by any who listened. Officials at the hospital were amazed with her progress when the child returned at the end of only ninety days.
As happened wherever Dr. Christopher practiced, the people in Evanston benefited from his unusual understanding of the human body and his inspired and unique formulas, combinations of herbs designed to build and heal. One particular patient arrived at the door of Ray's house well past midnight. Ray had just returned to his cozy home from making house calls, and was ready to settle wearily beneath the hand-stitched quilts, when there came a frantic pounding at the door.
Pulling his robe over his shoulders, Ray threw open the door. Leaning against the door frame were two young men, each supporting a wizened old man who was struggling for every breath of air. Ray recognized the wheezing sounds of asthma. The man who leaned on the others for support was probably one of the sickest and most pathetic Ray had ever seen.
"Please!" cried one of the young men. "Our regular doctor is out of town, and we can't find his assistant. Can you help keep Pap alive?" Ray nodded as he ushered the three out of the night air. As he settled the gasping old man into a chair and prepared a cup of peppermint tea, Ray listened to the tale of the old man's illness.
He had been stricken with asthma for twenty-six years, for twenty of those it had been so severe that he could not hold a job. It had been more than twenty years since he had reclined in bed, for if he lay down, he choked up so severely he risked death. His sons had built him a special chair in which to sleep at night.
Both sons were working full-time to meet the family's expenses. It wasn't just a matter of keeping a roof over their heads and food on the table, one explained-their father's medical care had devastated their savings and nearly ruined them financially.
The asthma was now so severe that he required shots, respiratory therapy, and oxygen treatments, often more than twice a week.
Dr. Christopher knelt by his side and helped him sip the steaming peppermint tea. Ten minutes later, he administered a full teaspoon of tincture of lobelia. Ten minutes later, as the four of them talked. Dr. Christopher spooned in another measure of tincture of lobelia, and ten minutes later, he swallowed the third teaspoonful. Then Dr. Christopher quietly began gathering pots, pans, and buckets.
Suddenly the man began vomiting. From two until five that morning he threw up, and with it came the thick, stifling, blackened phlegm that had choked his airways. Because he had sipped the cup of peppermint tea, his muscles were relaxed, he suffered no soreness from the hours of heaving.
Just after five o'clock, well before the morning sun began peeking over the mountainous horizon. Dr. Christopher turned to the boys. "You can take your father home now; he is finished with the treatment. He is fine now."
As the two rushed to their father's aid, he waved them aside with a brush of the hand. "You don't have to help me, boys," he said. "I'll walk." After seeing them out into the early morning. Dr. Christopher finally settled into bed for an hour's rest before the patients began filling his waiting room again.
He wasn't the only one who settled into bed that night, as the two young men signaled for their father to sit in his chair, he shook his head. "Put me to bed, boys" he insisted. "I'm going to sleep in a bed tonight" "You can't. Pap!" one argued. "It will kill you!"
But there was no persuading the man, who was gulping the fresh Evanston air as if it were a feast. He settled into bed and fell into a heavy sleep and slumbered deeply for thirty hours. Finally, he arose from his bed, filled his chest with oxygen for the first time in twenty years, and announced, "I'm healed. I'm going out to get a job"
Years later, a tall, handsome young man stopped Dr. Christopher on the street in Salt Lake City. "Do you remember the time we woke you in the middle of the night when my dad was having that asthma attack?" Dr. Christopher smiled at the memory. "Well, it's been years now, and he's never had another attack. He got a job as a gardener, and he's never lost a day's work. He sleeps in a bed every night. We don't know how to thank you"
For others who suffered from asthma, as well as any respiratory condition. Dr. Christopher developed Lung & Bronchial, a formula of chick-weed, marshmallow root, mullein leaves, comfrey leaves, and lobelia. He chose all of the herbs in the formula for their ability to rebuild the lungs and expel the thick mucus secretions that accompany so many respiratory conditions. Some also soothe inflamed tissue, relieve pain, and heal hemorrhaging tissues in the lungs. In addition to Lung & Bronchial, Dr. Christopher recommended a sound diet, plenty of steam-distilled water, oil massage, and external application of Complete Tissue & Bone ointment.
One of the most valuable herbs in the formula is chickweed. It soothes, softens, and reduces irritation of the mucous membranes while relieving the cough of colds, influenza, and bronchitis. It activates the liver to eliminate the toxins related to these conditions. A powerful expectorant, it increases the secretions of the broncho-pulmonary membrane, facilitating the discharge of mucus.
While Lung & Bronchial enabled some to partake of the breath of life, another of Dr. Christopher's formulas gave others the precious gift of sight. Herbal Eyebright is formulated around the eyebright herb, so named because early herbalists discovered that it helped heal the eyes. Along with the other herbs in the formula - golden seal root, bay-berry root bark, red raspberry leaves, and cayenne -it feeds the cell structures around the eyes. Dr. Christopher used it on many occasions to help restore sight to those who could not see.
Herbal Eyebright is usually brewed into a tea and applied to the eye externally in an eye cup as well as taken internally. Dr. Christopher used it to heal the eyes and relieve the pressure of glaucoma, to remove scar tissue on the cornea caused by infection, and to remove cataracts. An elderly man in Fort Worth, Texas, who suffered from both glaucoma and rapidly-growing cataracts healed both with the formula. A Michigan woman used Herbal Eyebright for ten days and removed cataracts on both eyes. A woman in Covington, Kentucky, who had suffered an 80 percent loss of vision due to subretinal hemorrhage had her sight completely restored with Herbal Eyebright.
Some of the cases seemed to defy possibility. A woman in California had the beginnings of cataracts when the jell broke in both her eyes. Her vision failed, and her eyes were so dry that she had to lift her eyelids with her fingers each morning. With continual use of Herbal Eyebright, her eyes healed and her cataracts dissolved.
But perhaps the most remarkable stories were those involving the gift of sight. An elderly woman who had lived in the dark loneliness of blindness for many years had her sight completely restored. A young man whose eye had been injured and without sight for ten years was able to see again. Two young adults, blind since birth, used the formula and saw the radiant hues of purple crocus nestled against the crisp white snow.
Two of Dr. Christopher's most touching patients were babies, and both involved the use of Herbal Eyebright. One story was told in the careful pen of a writer from Missouri. Her child had been born with Coloboma; one eye was smaller than the other. Three leading specialists examined the child and proclaimed that his blindness was permanent. She began patiently using Herbal Eyebright with a drop-per, placing the healing drops in each of his eyes. Within three months, the baby who was supposed to be blind was reaching for objects. By the age of three, he ran with excitement through the Missouri cornfields, his vision perfect. His mother concluded her tender note, "What a joy! Thank you."
Dr. Christopher remembered, too, the young couple who approached his lectern one night. "Our baby was born without optic nerves," the sweet mother explained. "Is it possible for us to help him? Can we help restore his eyesight?"
Ray was pensive as he considered an answer. To promise eyesight to one born without optic nerves was almost impossible! It would be like asking someone without ears to listen to the haunting strains of a Beethoven symphony, or like asking someone without legs to run through the fallen leaves along an autumn lane.
"I can't promise that your little boy will ever see" Dr. Christopher finally replied, "but I can recommend some herbal foods that will harm him in no way" With that, he recommended Herbal Eyebright dropped in the eyes and given internally, and Nerve Tincture dropped in the ears and given orally.
Six months later the same couple trembled with excitement as they again approached Ray before a lecture. Tears streamed down this mother's cheeks as she told him that their toddler chased balls across the room and picked them up, engaged in the playful games all little boys love.
As his practice in Evanston drew to a close, and Dr. Christopher moved his young family back to the warmer climate of Salt Lake City, he left behind a tremendous legacy for the people of the small Wyoming community. One of the things he was most famous for was his great understanding of nutrition. He was well ahead of his time in many of his teachings. For example, he advocated the use of cruciferous vegetables, especially cabbage and broccoli, for healing and prevention decades before the American Cancer Society gave its famous endorsement. He promoted carrots as one of the most valued foods. He encouraged all he met to till the soil, plant a garden, and harvest fresh produce. If anyone dared to protest that crops didn't do well in his area, Dr. Christopher never hesitated to tell the tale of his own father, who against all odds grew almonds and sugar maples in Salt Lake City.
He was an early proponent of a low-fat, high-fiber diet. He discouraged the use of processed foods, and encouraged people to instead eat the fresh fruits, vegetables, and grains harvested in their own backyards. He warned against the dangers of refined sugars and starches, and encouraged people to avoid meat.
And wherever he went he prescribed plenty of steam-distilled water and juices made from raw fruits and vegetables.
He often laughed about an experience he had while in Evanston. He was called to a sprawling farmhouse in Woodruff, Utah, a forty-mile journey from his small office in Wyoming. Inside he found the rancher and his entire family all weak and listless from an undiagnosed sickness.
As Ray quizzed the rancher and his wife, she described the ailment that afflicted them. "I'm so weak, I have to rest before I can even clear away the breakfast dishes. Then, after I've washed half of them, I have to rest again before I can finish." Her husband and children weren't any better off.
The fences were in need of repair, the outbuildings needed a fresh splash of paint, homework wasn't being done, and grades were plummeting.
Ray stroked his chin thoughtfully. "What are you eating?" he asked.
"Oh, we eat well!" the rancher assured him. "I just stored up a thousand pounds of white flour, and we have plenty of canned goods, plenty enough to see us through the winter." "Have you ever considered whole wheat flour?" Ray asked.
"You could never force that down me!" the rancher jeered. "I don't believe in it. There's no common sense to it at all."
With his characteristic wit, Ray prepared to make his point with clarion brilliance. "Now, you're a rancher," he mused, "and you've got some prize cattle and quarter horses out there. Do you feed them carrots?"
"You bet!" the rancher smiled. "I've got about half a ton of carrots out there!" "Do you ever eat them?" Ray asked.
"Naw..."the rancher drawled. "They're just for the horses-you know, to keep them in good condition." "What about grains?" Ray continued. "I've got coarse-ground grains in the shed for the cattle." Then Ray proposed a daring experiment. "You bring in from the shed a thousand pounds of those coarse-ground grains. Prepare it over low heat until it is soft and chewy, stir in a little honey or some fresh-diced fruit. You eat that. Then take your thousand pounds of white flour, and give it to the cattle"
"What?" the man spouted with anger. "That horrible white flour would kill my prize cattle!"
Electrified silence filled the air. The rancher's face reddened as he realized the folly of his words. At last, he began to laugh. "You caught me" he smiled. "All right. I'll do it your way." Do it they did, and within just a few weeks of following the gentle doctor's orders, they knew the strength and vitality of health.
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