HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 49, 27 February 1901, Page 3

HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

A bad place to carry a bottle, and almost sure to end in disaster. And so it proved in the ease of Mrs Jones' little girl. You see her mother had sent the child to the shop of Mr Ayres, the, chemist, for a bottle of medicine, aud when he had given it to her she put it inside her closed umbrella to carry home. On her way back it began to rain and the child thoughtlessly raised the umbrella. Half the contents of the bottle was saved and the mother was, obliged to make the best of it. Writing uuder date of November 27th, 1899, the lady says*.—"About four years ago come Christmas I became bad with what I can only describe as a nasty, low, weak feeling. I was so weal*, that when I wanted to move from one place to another in the room I had to go hand over hand around the tables and chairs.

"This was so aggravating- and I really was so feeble that I often felt like throw!ng myself down, only I knew I couldn't get up again. At times 1 would have such dreadful pain across my chest that I was afraid I should smother, and the sickening, coppery taste in my mouth of mornings was hard to bear. "For the life of me I could not say what was the matter or what was the cause of all this. I had been to the lodge doctor regularly for about six months and he told me I was a puzzle to him and that he didn't know what ailed me.

"All he could say was that if I did not give up lifting- water from the well, cutting- wood, milking-, and other work 1 had to do I would not be. long for this world. This was not a very cheering- view for him to take, but I have no doubt that he was sincere in it, and that the state I was in seemed to bear him out in it. But his mediciue had no effect on me at all "One day I happened to read about Mother Seigel's Syrup, and some cases in the book were as much like mine as one egg is like another in a basket." (Here Mrs Jones tells how she tidied up one of the children and sent her to the chemist's for a bottle of the Syrup, which incident, with its attendant calamity, has already been related.) "1 commenced at once," continues our correspondent, "on what medicine there was left in the bottle and used it up. Then I sent for another, which came safe to hand. By the time I had finished this one I was ever so much better, but 1 kept right along with the medicine until I got perfectly well, which 1 did, and have not had any illness since. "1 am seldom without a bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup in the house, and it is part of my common talk to tell people what it has done for me, and what I am sure it will do for anybody who suffers from the complaints we 'are all liable to have."—Mrs Tabitha Jane Jones, Graham-sheet, Auburn, N.S.WKeferring to the little girl's bad luck on her first visit to the chemist, Mrs Jones adds that it is a comfort to reflect that a half bottle of Mother Seigel's Syrup is more good than a full ono of anything else.