A True Story.

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 373, 2 July 1903, Page 5

A True Story.

England is a long way off and fifty-throe yeara i« rather far in the past; still there are a few people among ns able to recall what the old country was like in 1850. the year of the incident to be related. At that time there lived in a detached cottage near an English Cathedral city a very eccentric bachelor, fie had formerly bean wealthy; but having dissipated the greater part of his fortune, he went to the other extreme, and not only became a teetotaller bnt almost d enied himself the aeceesarrieß of life. For years he kept him* self a prisoner in hia cottage, his only companions being two ferocious ball dogs named Beer and Whiskey, Two tramps, who chanced to hear that this singular reclaae was very well off, and that he was never without beer and whiskey, resolved to rob him. Accordingly they one night broke into the lonely man’s cottage, ana immediately discovered that the Beer and Whiskey therein were of quite different brands than they to find. One of the tramps feeling in mad terror from the dogs, fell into a mill stream and was drowned. His companion, badly bitten, just managed to climb a tail fence; but fell over it and fractured his skull, so that ho died the next day. The incident caused mnoh excitement at the time, and it had scarcely subsided when the local shopkeeper reported that the only answer he could obtain to his knocking was the growls of Beer and Whiskey ; whereupon the police broke into the cottage and discovered the old man—dead. The inmest was remarkable for a dispute which it occasioned between two doctors. One maintained that death was the result of fright at the recent attempted robbery; the the other, that deceased died from ohronio indigestion brought about by improper diet and want of exercise, ho not having been outside his cottage for eighteen years. The discussion was taken up by the giants of medical profession, and ably debated, the conclusion reached being that indigestion is a disease arising from infinitely numerous causes, and itself productive of complaints hardly less numerous. But it was not then known (as it has now for 35 years) that indigestion has one sure cure, viz , Seigel’s Syrup. Mr H C Blackie, of Post Office Chambers, Auckland, N.Z., has not kept within his house for eighteen years. On the contrary, he is a traveller, and knows the world weli. Writing on the 16th March, 1903, Mr Blackie observes: “ For years I was a martyr to indigestion snd fiatuenoe. Wind used to press on the valve of my heart to such an alarming degree that on two occasions I fainted on the platform when publicly speaking, Dietary and medicinal treatment failed utterly until, on the reoommendation of a Professor at the Working Men's College, MeCbsurne, I tried Mother Seigel’s Syrup. By taking it gradually after each meal I very soon found relief and have ever since been able to enjoy all foods with inconvenience. My cure was effected about four years ago, when I had consumed from six to eight bottles; but one bottle was sufficient to afford me relief. I have never ceased to praise the virtues of Seigel's Syrup in the Colonies I visit as a aommercial traveller, merely in gratitude for the great benefit derived from it—-for I have no business connection whatever with its proprietors, What I now say is quite unsolicited, Certainly there is no other snob potent and easy remedy for all forms of hidigsattotj," ®«oh is the t«Bti«a*ny,»f

an Intelligent and exp i'•■- b d man. Of : iadipsMcait nay be ant , «, lt was said of fame, whs Inherit it, some aobleve it and seme have ft throat upon them (aainthe «*» oi! persons oempelled to lead a sedentary We); bat all my eradicate it by following the example of Mr Blackie. '