I Not Knowing -what Else to Do

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XX, Issue 4477, 25 April 1898, Page 3

I Not Knowing -what Else to Do

To save ourt>elvrs trouble and cuff.ring by learning from iho experience of otheis — that is the wi-.dom of histt ry. Uthtr-, wise every generation, and ev> ry mnn and woman therein, would have to begin hack where there iviiceetovsdid. Ev^ry saul of us has to learn the alphabet for himself ; but afier that he can read and benefit; by what others have written. Ii that idea plain aa peas m a split pod 1 Yes. Well, then, let us see whether it has anything to say m the facts set forih m the tollowletter :— 1 After my confinement,' writes a wornar>, 'm August of last year (1893), I could not get) up my strength. My food did not seem to be of any use to me. In some way I was ill, but I could not give a name to the ailment. My tongue was swollen and thickly coated, and I was constantly spitting out the thick phlegm which gathered m ray throat and mouth. No matter how little food I took — even a moreel — it gave me great pain at the cheat and sides ; and sometimes it would dart through through to my back between the shoulders. * Of cen I would be siok, and heave||and strain until I was quite sore. Then', again, a pain wonld take me m the stomach and cut through me like a knife. I had a dry, hacking cough which never left me, and I sweat terribly at night. The cough was so bad that I often had to hold my sides when I had spells of it. ' Nearly every bit of flesh wenb off ray bones, and I got so weak that I couldn't put my foot to the ground. People said I was m a consumption, and I had little hope of getting better. I was so nervous that the least noise would startle and upset me. Those who called said it was pitiable to see the oondition I was m. ' I saw a doctor who gave me medicines, but I only got worse and worse. At the end of October (1893) I came by a small book telling about Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and, not knowing what else to do, I sent to Mr Baxter, the druggist, Brookh- use, and got a bottle, After I had had taken it but a few days I was better. I could eat something, and it stayed oa ray stomach, and the piin was less severe. As I took dose after dose of Syrup the impmvt ment went on, all the bad feelings abated, and I gained strength. It was'nt long before the cough waa quire gone, and I was well and strone; as ever. , After my recovery, a neighbour said to me, • Mrs Kedhead, you have made my heart sad many a time when I saw you so bad.' ' Thank you,' I replied,' and I was sad enough myself, but Mother Seigel's Syrup has made me glad again, for it has given me back my good health. 1 • and m thankfulness for it I am very willing you should publish what I have told you. (Signed) Mrs Mary Jane Redhead, 73. Peter street, Blackburn, April 4th, 1894.' We congratulate Mrs Bedhead, and tender our regards to the kind-hearted hearted neighbour who was so sorry for her. But; what a pity that Mrs R. didn't know m August" what she learned In October— namely, that her disease was indigestion and dypepsia, and that Mother Seigel's Syrup is a cure for it ; some folks say the only care. "Well, we suppose fche had to wait her turn to find out There's a deal of mystery about these things. Anyway, ..aha knows now, and the printing of her story will enable lots of other suffers to begin where she eft off They won't tako tho syrup as she did not knowing what else to do, but they will take it the very day they fill ill. knowing that to bo the exactly right thin* to do.j ■i m "-— ■ "'-^