From the moment that my resolution took shape, my plans were all laid with one thing in mind—­to cure myself of stammering.  I determined, first of all, to master the principles of speech.  I remembered very well, indeed, the admonition of Prof.  J. J. Mills, President of Earlham College, on the day I left the institution.  “You have been a hard-working student,” he said, “but your success will never be complete until you learn to talk as others talk.  Cure your stammering at any cost.”  That was the thing I had determined to do.  And having determined upon that course, I resolved to let nothing swerve me from it.

I began the study of anatomy.  I studied the lungs, the throat, the brain—­nothing escaped me.  I pursued my studies with the avidity of the medical student wrapped up in his work.  I read all the books that had been published on the subject of stammering.  I sought eagerly for translations of foreign books on the subject.  I lived in the libraries.  I studied late at night and arose early in the morning, that I might be at my work again.  It absorbed me.  I thought of the subject by day and dreamed of it by night.  It was never out of my mind.  I was living it, breathing it, eating it.  I had not thought myself capable of such concentration as I was putting in on the pursuit of the truth as regards stammering and its cure.

With the knowledge that I had gained from celebrated physicians, specialists and institutions throughout this country and Europe, I extended my experiments and investigation.  I had an excellent subject on which to experiment—­myself.  Progress was slow at first—­so slow, in fact, that I did not realize until later that it was progress at all.  Nothing but my past misery, backed up by my present determination to be free from the impediment that hampered me at every turn, could have kept me from giving up.  But at last, after years of effort, after long nights of study and days of research, I was rewarded by success—­I found and perfected a method of control of the articulatory organs as well as of the brain centers controlling the organs of speech.  I had learned the cause of stammering and stuttering.

All of the mystery with which the subject had been surrounded by so-called specialists, fell away.  In all its clearness, I saw the truth.  I saw how the others, who had failed in my case, had failed because of ignorance.  I saw that they had been treating effects, not causes.  I saw exactly why their methods had not succeeded and could never succeed.

In truth I had begun where the others left off and won success.  The reader can imagine what this meant to me.  It meant that at last I could speak—­clearly, distinctly, freely, and fluently, without those facial contortions that had made me an object of ridicule wherever I went.  It meant that I could take my place in life, a man among men; that I could look the whole world in the face; that I could live and enjoy life as other normal persons lived and enjoyed it.