KINK TIMES ON THE MIKE.

Auckland Star, Volume XXIV, Issue 178, 29 July 1893, Page 2

KINK TIMES ON THE MIKE.

" I'm as good as dead. I've won nine timeß on the nine, and lost nine times on the seven, Give this note to the banker ; he knows the address of my relatives." It was in a gambling-house in Montana. The gambler who uttered these words threw down his cards, rose from the table, and left the place. At early dawn the next morning the police found his body in somo shrubbery about a mile distant. His own pistol was full of cartridges ; it had not been used, yet there was a bullet hole in his left breast. Was thoro tiny mysterious prophecy in the cards, or waß the gamblers fear the outgrowth of superstition, and his death a coincidence? Everyone must decide for himself. But people are often considered aR good as dead for a much more intelligible reason. Mr William Goble, of 104, Albion-street, Southwick, near Brighton, was recently placed on that list by his friends. In his caso the danger was not from powdor or sharp steel, but from something chat hurries more folks out of the world than they do. His story is this: Looking at his tongue, one day in the spring o£ 1887, he found it coated like a piece of brown leather. Of itself this might not have worriod him, but other signs and portents went with it. His nppetite failed, and whab little he did eat seemed to cause great pain in his chest and sides. Now good fool never acts that way when a man is in proper condition. Quite the.contrary. What was the matter ? Writing about it under date of Nov. 26th, 1891, Mr Goble said:—"l couldn't imagine what had come over me. Nothing like it had ever happened to me before. 1 had always been Btrong and healthy. But now I had a foul taßte in the mouth, and wind appeared to roll all over insido my body. 1 had a choking sensation in my throat, and sometimes my heart would beitO so'fast and so hard that it frightened me. After a while I got so weak I had to give up my work. I was almost too weak to walk, and when out walking I would get fchort of breath. Gradually 1 became weaker and weaker, and lost all my flesh. I could just crawl about, and that was all. My cheeks wore sunken, and 1 had such a pale, ghastly look that my friends said I was in a decline and would never be hotter. "A doctor in Southwick said I was suffering from dyspepsia, but after he had treated me for nine months 1. was worse than over. At this time, our clergyman, Rev. Mr Hey wood, recommended me to the Brighton Hospital, where 1 was under treatment for ono year. Several of the doctors sounded my lungs and seemed puzzled by my complaint, and changed my medicines so often that I wondered if they would ever find the right) remedy. At the end of tho year I stoppod going to tho hospital, and began to take cod liver oil, but it did no good, and I made up my mind that 1 was indeed doomed to death, and nothing could prevent it. " Still I am alive nnd well to-day, and I'll toll you why in few words. In April, 1889, I met with a friend of mine, Mr Groves, of Southwick, who told me of hia own illness and of the great benefit he had received from Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I goto a bottle and by the time I had tinishod it my food agreed with me and I felt a little stronger.. Four more bottles completed the euro, and I have since enjoyed as good health as I ever did in my life. lam a gardener, and hare been in the employ of General Turnbull, The Hermitage, Southwick, for ten years. 1 will gladly answer inquiries."—(Signed), William Goble. Tho Southwick doctor's diagnosis was right; Mr Coble's disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, some of the symptoms of which he names in his statement. His plain testimony will serve to strengthen, if necessary, the popular confidence in Mother Soigel's Syrup as a cure for this prevailing and' perplexing malady. Tho Southwick gardener lost two years' time by not knowing what to do; but he is vastly better than a dead man now, and will, we trust, live long to give obhers the benefit) of hia knowledge.