ONE THOUSAND ILAMAS LADEN WITH GOLD.

Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 5, Issue 220, 20 February 1897, Page 5

ONE THOUSAND ILAMAS LADEN WITH GOLD.

Who doesn't like to veail anout buried treasure ? Who hasn't dreamed of finding it? Wfiat delight; suddenly to possess vast riches? Shining gold, sparkling gems! Things for which we have n'nt been obliged to scheming or Uumßg thereafter . Ah, let us not rnd'uMe such fancies. They make work Miem like slavery and wasros like pi/iches of common UUBir. j-m, uiau «WU» ii'iAdoii aiaooM of wealth exist there is no doubt. But where are they ? About four centuries ago the Emperor of Pe.ru was a captive in the hands of the Spaniard*'. His people sent a train of 1,000 llamas (a small 1 east of burden resembling a camel) laden with gold to ransom him. While on th<-ir way, crossing the Andes mountains, the men in charge of the expedition hoard of the death of the Emperor, and concealed this enormous treasure so effectually that not a trace of it has ever been found. Go and dig ft up, ami you will never again feel tie sting of poverty. But clap the brakes down hard an the wheels of your imagination. What was money to Bobinson Cmpoo ? What would the wealth of Bern have been to .Mrs Jane Strauks, during a certain period of eighteen months that she tells about ? Pust, my dear fellow, countless pinches of common dust. Hero is the reason why - one more picture of that fearful' furnace in which all earthly desires are melted into one prayer — "Oh, God, deliver me from pain!" '•ln June, 1801 I had an attack of influenza, followed by bronchitis, which left me very low and feeble. I had no appetite, Mid the little food I forced myself to take gave me p-dn and palpitation of the heart. I had n weary, sinking feeling at the pit of | the stomach and was obliged to fight I for my Wreath. I had a continuous I hacking 1 coujrh, and -pat up quantities ! of thicl< phlegm. Later on I had gout all over' me. as it were, my hands f ce, snd legs being puffed _ up, and was in Agony day anil night. I beerine so weak I could not raise my mouth, and bad to be fetll "For months I lay perfectly helpless, npd almost lifeless, haying to be litted in and out of bed. Four doctors attended me for nine mouths without effect. Then thejf told me they could do nothing for ine, one of them giving mo a letter of recommendation to Guy's Hospital. At Easter, 1802, i my husband took iaedua cao lo that hospijal, and I was§S»lacod in the Miriam Ward, and examined by several doctor-'. "At this'time a hard; substance seemed to have formed in Jny stomach which the doctors said was a tumour, and treated toe for it. I got weaker and weaker, until ono night the nurse told ii« that the doctors had said I was as bad as I could be, and would i uot pj-obably live through thenigbt. , •' 'Be nurse placed a screen around my bid, expecting mo to die. " flaking a slight turn for the bet- ] ter, I returned home, butwa&eoon . a S bsjl as ever. After thS I got a leti ter 4 recommendation irm our lanQi lord! and] n-'tendtd as|an outdoor . patijnt d Victona P»jk Hospital. j Aftfbeiiili; under treatment a month , ] lit all fssithin mediae and gave . upjnkingiit. J>s nof little more 3 tU a living nuso-y. ,I;was toed of -, lif£ and I often V*yf W at P ho Al-

mighty would take me. I now imd fits of shaking so bad that tho bed trembled under mo. My head was so full of pain that I thought I was going mad, and several times a day I lost unconsciousness. "In this dreadful condition I lingered on until f.« ovember of last, year, 1892, when a book was left at, our house telling of a medicine called Seigel's Syrup. I had lost all hop* of getting well, but my husband would have me try this medicine. To please him I did so; and, after taking it a few days, I felt a little relief. My breathing was easier and my appetite revived. Continuing with the medicine all pain gradually left, me, and I was able to go about tho house and do light work, the first timo I had done anything in eighteen months. I am now in good health, and able to do any kind of work. I owe my life to Seigel's Syrup, and wish my case to bo made known." (Signed) Jane Stranks, 22, Gaywood Ro d, Hoe Street, Walthamstow, near Loudon, April 20, 189;j." No worels of comment can be too strong for a case so remarkable. We stand before it at a lo>s whit to say. It is not a miracle, of course: although many a reputed miracle has been le*s wonderful. How is it possible that Seigel's Syrup could, with such apparent ease, have restored to health a person in so desperate a strait? Yet that it did restore her is certain. The factshave been thoroughly investigated and established beyond dispute. Mrs Stranks was on the crumbling edge of the grave, and was thence brought back to the region of health, activity, and enjoyment. How was it, done ? Tlipro is.flu- simple secret. The influenza left her whole system d-diili-ated, as it usually does. Indigestion which in the first place invited influeza attacked her with increased power. Asthma, heart disturbance, nervous prostration, the inflamed and congested stomach, which was mistaken for a tumour, etc., etc. —all results and symptoms of arrested digestion—followed. Tho private also the hospital treatment failed, because it was directed to tho symptoms, not to the cause. Finally, Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup was appealed to, and responded by setting the digestive function in operation, expelling the poison from tho blood, and placing Mrs Stranks at the head of her house a saved woman. But it was a marvel all the same. As to that pile of treasure hidden in tho Amies. We should like to have it. Oh. yes. No use saying we shouldn't. But as between riches and health—give us health. For what would gold have been to Sirs Stranks tho night she lay behind tho screen—given up to die ? Ask yourself that question.