The following is a short story by Joseph Woodbury III, initially left as a comment on the biography of a Virginal Mind, shared again here with the embedded hyperlinks that failed to show up in the original comment.
June 4, 1882: Gilbert lay dying on his bed. His wife Mary sat by the bedside looking anxiously at the clock . The previous day Gilbert had been quite well and engaged in the many secretarial and practical duties of the household that Mary routinely entrusted him with, but that evening after supper he began to feel dreadfully ill.
His breathing became gradually more laboured as he started to speak in a weak, faltering voice and Mary looked at him blankly.
“What is it Gilbert, my dear.”
“I have something to tell you, Mother. Before I pass…
“Hush, hush sweet Gilbert. Be still, don’t speak and know that Mother is working Her purpose out on your behalf… ”
“No Mother, I must tell you this. Yesterday I was negligent in my duties, and disobeyed you concerning never ever looking at your papers. Animal magnetism seized the opportunity to invaded my thinking… When you were out on your drive with Mr. Frye I went to your room to tidy and dust, as usual. The drawer in your desk that you always keep locked was open. Out of curiosity I looked at the piece of paper that was on the top of your manuscripts. It was a letter to you written by Dr. Quimby in 1865. He wrote that he intended to call his system of mind-cure Christian Science.”
Mary’s expression remained blank as she impatiently regarded the clock again.
Gilbert asked for a cup of cold water but Mary lovingly declined his request on the grounds of chemicalization. He continued, his voice perceptively weaker, “As you have always said that the name Christian Science came to you through an impartation of Divine Mind after the Great Fall on the Ice in Lynn, I know that it is mortal mind that is deceiving me into thinking I saw such a letter. Please forgive me, Mother.”
“Of course, Gilbert. But as you know, anything that shows Mother as less than perfect must be a false claim. And you know full well that the belief in sin must be punished, until that belief is conquered. The Cross before the Crown, dear one. You did something very naughty. Your sin was uncovered….”
And then she took hold of Gilbert’s hand, and in a voice like Baby Jane Hudson’s, gently smacking out each word, said “Calvin saw you through the windeh.” Then looking at him with a loving smirk added, “And that’s why we put arsenic in your din-din last night…”
Image via http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Asa_Gilbert_Eddy.jpg, interestingly there are no photographs of Ms. Eddy with her third husband (or any of her husbands).