THE HISTORY OF A SCAR.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XXVII, Issue 1360, 14 May 1895, Page 6

THE HISTORY OF A SCAR.

On the back of my ngnt hand—just about the middle of it—there was a small scars half as big as a threepenny piece, perhaps. You would never notice it unless L showed it to you, and even then you would have to look, sharp to see it. But it’s there, all the same, and will be until the hand is returned to dust. It dates back forty years, that scar does. Going home from school one day another boy and I quarrelled and fought. Strange to say, it wasn’t about a girl either. Anyway, ho drew his jack-knife and stabbed me in the back of the right hand. The wound, 1 remember, was slow to heal, It was sore aud inllamed for mouths, aud handy a day but something hit it, or I knocked it against something, and so made it worse. A'Jy whole available body appeared to be concentrated in that sore. You know how such things are. They are like boils, and if there is any comfortable spot to have a boil there are loads of money waiting for the fellow who discovers it. Lately we have received two letters, both containing an identical expression, namely, this : “ Jbvcrythiny seemcJ, a trouble to me,” Now, none of us are so tough as to be proof against trouble, but when everything is a trouble to a man the very beam inside of him must bo tender and touchy. And, Mercy knows, it is so often enough. Grief will do it, worry will do it, aud iiluess too. One of these letters, or at least the writer of it, goes on to say :—“ It was in March, ISBU, that 1 felt tired and languid, aud without my usual energy. Before that 1 had always been strong and active, blow f was low-spirited and melancholy ; everything seemed a trouble to me. dt first I had a bad taste in the mouth, a poor appetite, aud all I ate gave me great parti in tile chest aud sides. Kven fish and poultry gave me as much distress as more solid food. I was coustantiy spitting up a sour, acid fluid which caused a miserable feeling in my throat and mouth, “ After I had been for some time in this condition I was attacked with gout in my hands and feet, which confined me to tbe house now aud again for a week or two at a time. The parts became inflamed and swollen, and gave me excruciating agony. 1 could not bear anything to toueU them. For four years I was subject to these attacks. The doctor who attended me was able to ease me temporarily, but I was soon as bad as ever. “In the middle of April, 18SS, I read

that cases like mine had been cured by Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, aud 1 thought I would try it. I hadn’t taken more than half a bottle when I felt relieved. This encouraged me to keep on with the Syrup, and in a comparatively short time all symptoms of the disease left me. Since then I have enjoyed excellent health, aud whenever I feel a twinge of my old enemy a dose or two of ‘ Mother Seigel ’ soon gets me right. Yours truly, (Signed) M. Leahy', 49, Grosvenor Terrace, Grosvenor Park, Camber well; Loudou, September 22 ud, 1892,” 6o much for the facts as Mr Leahy felt them. What has science to oiler in explanation of them? This. Gout, rheumatism, and biliousness are three complainCs arising indirectly from an overworked liver, or, more properly, from indigestion and dyspepsia. The poisons so engendered may lie hidden aud unfelt for a long time, aud then be suddenly rendered active by mental worry, exposure, over eating, wrong eating, or any ot a dozen other causes, The kidneys fail (following the stomach and liver), the acid poison remains in the blood and sets up inflammation in the joints, aud the retained liuids produce dropsy. All sorts of disturbances are apt to go with this , condition of things, every one less a disease 1 in itself than a symptom of the one cause indigestion and dyspepsia. Tbe heart and lungs are often attacked in sympathy. Cure the torpid digestion, and an all-rouud improvement at once succeeds. To do this is iu tlie power of Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup—as, perhaps, in the power of nothing else. It was most unfortunate that this gentleman suffered for eight years; and no wonder, meanwhile, that his mind was sensitive as his body to every approach. Knowing what he now knows he feels safe. There is no'darkness but ignorance, and the German Nurse shows “ T'Ue Way Out.” London, October, 1892. J.M.P.