Public Ledger

Mrs. Mix, the wonderful colored woman of Wolcottville, who has been effecting what appear to be miraculous cures, has exhibited her healing agency in West Haven. Wednesday she visited Mrs. Herbert Hall, who was very sick, and made her well, excepting that the woman is yet weak.

She also made a wonderful cure in Mrs. George Tolles. This morning a Register reporter visited Mr. Hall's home. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hall were willing to talk. Mrs. Hall has been sick for three months with enlargement of the spleen, inflammation of the bowels and another painful disease.

She has been treated by Dr. Sanford and Dr. Shepherd, as she says, and they gave her up to die, after using powerful remedies. When the reporter saw Mrs. Hall this morning she was reclining, but was dressed, and rose to a sitting posture with apparent ease. She looked very weak and pale, bearing all the evidences of having been a great sufferer. She received the reporter very pleasantly. Her husband made some prefatory remarks. He said that he heard of Mrs. Mix through the Sunday Register's descriptive account of the wonderful woman. As his wife had been given up to die, her friends urged him to send for the woman, and he did so.

She arrived Wednesday evening and began her treatment at five minutes before seven o'clock. At fifteen minutes of eight the patient was dressed and walked about the room.

"Wednesday was my poorest day," said Mrs. Hall. "I was so sick I could not raise my head from the pillow."

"If you had seen her then," said her husband, "you could hardly believe that such a big change has come over her."

"I could hardly breathe," continued she, "and my stomach was terribly bloated. I could only lie on my back [she was on her side this morning] and could see the swelling then. I was in great pain."

"They could hear her groaning in the store below," interrupted her husband, "and customers have gone away because they were so much annoyed. Why, one could not walk across the bedroom floor, no matter how softly, without disturbing her, the inflammation was so tender. Now," said he, suiting the action to the word on his own diaphragm, "you can strike her anywhere without causing pain."

"I often used to look at these hands of mine," said the woman with a voice of triumph—they were like marble—and think of the day they would be cold in death. Now," she continued, holding them up to her eyes, "they are a little yellow, but how much better! You can see the nails beginning to turn yellow, the way they do when one is getting well."

"Did you have any faith that Mrs. Mix could cure you?" asked the reporter.

"But very little," she said. "Still I believed that God would do with me what was right, whether I lived or died."

"What was her method of treatment in your case?" asked the reporter.

"First she entered the room and shut the door, keeping out every one so that there should be no excitement. Then she knelt by the bed and prayed. It was a very simple prayer. She asked God to remove the pains, as if she were a child asking its parents for bread and butter. She placed her hand on my stomach and asked God to remove the pain that was there, and then touching my heart besought Him to make that all right. When she had finished praying she urged me to have faith that God would make me well. I told her I had tried a number of physicians, and they had not cured me. She said there was the Great Physician, who could do everything. I began to have a little more faith. After praying she rubbed oil over me. As she drew her hand over my bloated body I felt the swelling go down, and put my hand to see if it were really subsiding, but she gently pushed it away. While she was treating me my legs trembled and I began to feel much better. I had been in the greatest agony for two weeks. I believe," she said, with almost an attempt to smile, "that it was to-day that the doctor said I was going to die. I am far from that now and expect to get entirely well. Mrs. Mix said that, of course, I would have to recover my strength the same as if a doctor had cured me. I feel well, only I am quite weak. Wednesday you couldn't have heard me talk a few feet away, I was so far gone."

The patient's voice was now as strong as that of the average woman.

"Yesterday I went about the house and had a large number of callers. That tried me and I was compelled to refuse to see all who came. I am a member on probation of the Methodist church," she added in response to a question. "Some of the brothers came here and could hardly believe their eyes. The minister visited me and looked rather strangely at me. 'You can hardly believe what you see,' I said, and he replied 'that it was very strange.'"

"I wish you could have seen her," said Mr. Hall, "when she was sick. You would have been astonished too at the great cure."

In answer to a question Mrs. Hall said that the cure confirmed her belief in the Almighty; that she had undoubtedly a mission to perform, and that she had not passed through suffering for nothing.

"After Mrs. Mix had prayed and anointed me," said the patient, "she told me she wanted me to get up. She put on my stockings, and then I attempted to rise. My legs trembled and I reached out my hands to her and walked to the kitchen door. [The distance of several feet.] After that I went into the kitchen four times."

Mrs. Hall was weak and reclined before finishing her story, but she still talked. Both she and her husband are firm believers in the great power of Mrs. Mix as an instrument to effect cures. They expect her to return in a few days and see her patient. Mrs. Graham, of West Haven, has a boy lame from his birth, and the woman will be asked to try to cure him.

Mrs. George Tolles, a lady about fifty years of age, lives on Richard street. She was cured Wednesday morning by Mrs. Mix. For months she has been ailing, but she has not been sick as Mrs. Hall. A visitor to the house this morning was unable to see the lady, but was informed that she had been greatly benefitted by Mrs. Mix's treatment. It was stated in another quarter that if it had been pleasant yesterday she would have ridden out. At the house it was said that if to-day had not been so Marchy the opportunity to get a breath of fresh air would have been improved. It seems that Mrs. Tolles, although very poor in health, has not been confined to the house nor the bed.

When the reporter was leaving the house he met a pious colored woman, who was full of what she believed were Mrs. Mix's miraculous cures. She was a study, as she stood in the March wind with uplifted finger and eyes devoutly raised to heaven, saying, "I believe these cures can be made now just as well as they could in olden times."

As has been stated in the Sunday Register, Mrs. Mix asks for no fee for her services.