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Evening Post, Volume LXXI, Issue 148, 23 June 1906, Page 15

NEVER WANTED TO EAT. Miss L. Mahon, Mastertgn Stomach All Upset Thumping Sick Headaches Worn Out With Vomiting Cured and Cured for Good Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. "For eighteen months I never knew what it Was to bo without a headache — and horrible sick headaches they were too," said Miss Nellie Mahon, Hall St., Masterton. "The pain was all over my head. At times I could hardly open my cye3 with it. My stomach was all upset, for I couldn't keep down even light food. Often the smell of the dinner cooking made me bilious. I was days in bed at a time, too sick and wretched to care whether I lived or died. X was utterly worn out with vomiting. I grow too weak and thin to bo any good about the house. I took common, pills, but the next day I fcit worse than over. I looked liko a ghost. As a last hope, I tried Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. In a few weeks they cured my Headaches and Biliousness. It's over twelve months since I left them off, and I couldn't wish for better health than I havo to-day. "It was just before Christmas that I first bogan to feel queer," Miss Mahon ,went on. "Every morning I woke with a splitting headache. As the weeks went by, my head troubled me more and more. Often I felt that my brain would burst. If I stooped down, the pain darted up the back of my ears. I turned dizzy, and had to catch hold of what cvoy was near me to save myself ; from falling. My forehead felt on fire. The throbbing pain through my temples and above my eyes almost drove me silly. Tho torture I suffered was awful. Sometimes tho pains woro diJl and heavy, other times they were sharp and stabbing. Every day I was less inclined for my work, I didn't care how things went. Morning, noon and night I was tired and wretched. I felt that I didn't havo a friend in the world, and that life wasn't worth living. "Little by little, I went from bad to worse," Miss Mahon added. "My appetite was very fickle. I would fancy something— and then when I saw it on the tablo, I couldn't eat a bite of it. In fact I got to hate the sight of foodNo matter what I had for dinner, it lay on my chest like a weight of lead. A smothering feeling came over me, and I had hard work to get my breath. In th<? end, I couldn't find two things that agreed with me. A litle rice pudding brought on a bilious attack. For two and three days. I could not lift my head from the pillow, I would lie in bod afraid almost to move. My stomach was so weak that even a drink of tea made me vomit. I got cold and hot in turns, and broke out in a nasty clammy sweat. My heart thumped and throbbed and I shivered all over. What blood I had couldn't have been any better than water. I could never get my back warm, and my feet and legs were stone cold. When I think of all I went through, it's a wonder { am not in my grave. "I hated to go out, for people kept tell ing mo how ill I looked. My face was a sickly yellow, and my lips were qmtc blue. My cheek bones seemed to bo coming through my skin. I felt that I hadn't the energy to talk to anyone. I was always glad when night came, so that I could get away to my room, and be away from everyone. But I could never get a good night's rest. I would sleep in fits and starts, and got up next morning wretched and miserable. All day longl was nervous and restless. I couldn't get rid of tho thought that something dreadful was going to happen. At last, I grew so thm and weak that I couldn't do a hand's turn in tho house. It was all I could do to put ono foot before the other. "For months I used to tako a dose of Epsom Salts and some common pills whenever I felt one of my bilious turns coming one — but they never did mo any good. They just drained away my strength. Next day I would retch and vomit till I was too weak to move. I was far worse than if I had not taken any medicine. I would be ■ down with another sick hcadacho and bilious attack. At last, ono of my gir' friends told me that common pills like that did me more harm than good. She wanted mo to start Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. At first I thought they were a little dear, but she said that six boxes of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills would cure mo— but if I took shilling liver pills I would just go from bad to worse, no matter how many I took. So I agreed, for I knew that it was new blood I wanted. A few days after starting Dr. Williams' Pink Piljs everyone at home noticed the change in my appetite. In two weeks I waa able to eat whatever was on tho tablo. My headaches eased, and I lost that horrid sick, giddy feeling. The colour camo back to my cheeks, and I had no more bilious attacks. lam strong and robust again. In fact, I never remember 'feeling so well as I have these last twelvo months. If I were sick to-morrow I wouldn't have a doctor near me — and I would take no other medicine but Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills don't act on the bowels. They don't tinker with mere symptoms. They contain jußt tho elements that actually make new blood. That is why they aro the surest cure for all blood diseases like anaemia, biliousness, indigestion, rheumatism, lumbago, kidney and liver troubles,' and skin troubles like pimples and eczema. And, for just the same reason, they aro the greatest help in the world for growing girls who need new blood, and for women who are troubled with irregular health, especially those of forty-five or fifty, when the blood becomes deranged again. But you must get the genuine Dr. Williams r Pink Pills for Pale People — prico 3s. a box, six boxes 16s. 6d., from all chemists and storekeepers, or direct by mail from the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington. If you aro in doubt about your illness, write to tho same address for free medical advice. -tAdvt.

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