HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

Lyttelton Times, Volume CV, Issue 12425, 14 February 1901, Page 7

HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

A Dad place to carry a "bottle, and almost •sure to . end in disaster. And so it proved in the case of Mrs Jones’s little girl. You see, her mother had sent the child to the shop of Mr Ayres, the 'themist, for a bottle of medicine, and when he had given it to her she put it inside of her closed umbrella to carry home. On her way back it began to rain, and the child thoughtlessly raised the umbrella 1 Half the contents of the bottle was saved, and the mother was obliged to make, the best of it. Writing under date Nov. 27, 1899, the lady says :—“ About four vears ago come Christmas I became bad with what I can only describe as a nasty, low, weak feeling. I wau so weak that when I wanted to move from one place to another in the room I had to go hand over hand around the tables iuul chairs. “This was so aggravating, and I really jwas so feeble that 1 often felt like throwing Stayself down, only I knew I couldn’t get rip again. At times I would have such dreadjful pain across my chest that I was afraid 1 should smother; and the sickening, copfeery taste in my mouth of xnorninga was hard to bear. • “ For the life of me I could not say what Was the matter or what was the cause of kll this. I had been to the Lodge doctor •regularly for about six months, and he tola ine I was a puzzle to him, and that he 'didn’t know what ailed me. • “ All he could say was that if I aid .not give tip lifting, water from the well, cutting .■wood, milking, and other work I had todo, 1 would, not be long for this world. _ This Iwas not a very cheerful view for him to take* but I have no doubt that he was sincere in it, and the state I was in seemed to bear him out in it. But his medicine had Ido effect on me at all. “One day 1 happened to read ahom iMother Siegel’s Syrup, and some cases in Sthe book were as much like mine as one egg is like another, in a basket.” ■ (Here Mrs Jones tells how she tidied up "tone of the children, and. sent her to the themist’s for a bottle of the Syrup, which incident, with itu attendant calamity, has felreadv been related). _ : “I 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 Cver so much better, but I kept right along With the medicine until I got perfectly well; which 1 did, and have not had ady illness kince. . “I anr seldom without a bottle of iMother Siegel’s Syrup in the house, and it is jpart of my common talk to tell people what it haa done for me, and what 1 am sure it will do for anybody who suffers from the complaints we are all liable to have.” —Mrs Tablt-ha Jane Jones,' Graham Street, AuEurn, N.S.W. - Referring to the little girl’s bad luck on her first visit to the chemist, Mm Jones adds that it is a comfort to reflect that a balf bottle of Mother Siegel’s Syrup is more good than a full one of anything else.