SUMETHING ABOUT TWO BOYS.

Marlborough Express, Volume XXXI, Issue 17, 23 January 1895, Page 4

SUMETHING ABOUT TWO BOYS.

"The most pathetic incident of my childhood is thi3 : My mother had been very ill for Eeveral weeks, and the doctor solemnly announced that she could not live more than two or three days longer at moat. That night my father roased rao from sleep and took m? out of my little bed to bid her a last go d bye. I fhull never forget the FC.ce, wbish wn* new and awful to me. People wero weeping all round ihe room, the :\ir o! which was heavy with the cdour of candles end Hra'.-e, and reeking with tbe fumes of drugs. My mother knew and kissed me, an t th n ihej look me bick to my bod. But em I was iei away some one opened tbe window a few inchei from the top, and I no.iced tbe Rrey dawn resting on the glaße, and hpard the • cheep, cheep,' of a newly wakened bird. Since then I have associated that hcur and Eound with that nnbappy episode. "But (and to say what now follows I have written the f >iej.;oing paragraph)— we were all rasped and tortured for nothing. My mother proceeded to get well hand over hand, a nd died quietly thirty years afterwards. She survived every person mho stood at her bedside that night except me. 1 ' Speaking of the illmsa of net son, a boy of nine, a lady says : " We had to sit with him night and day, giving him brandy, wine, beef tea, &-?., to keep him alive, and expected every day would be his last. The pbysioian plainly told us that nothing more could be done to stye him." Yet m spite if tbe disease, and— we almoßt siid — m spita of the doctors, the lad is we 1 ! to-day. And this is how it all oame about. There is a moral m it, too, but suppose we serve that up at the end of the story. All right, you say, Very well, then. It seems that this boy, Gerrge Westmoreland had previously been a strong, healthy little chap, as ell boys ought to be. But about the middle ot last November — 1691, that is — he was taken down. The family couldn't make out what ailed him. He complained of a bad pain m the stomach, and vomited a quantity of yellowish green stuff. Presently the pain was so sharp he oouldn't lie m bed, and they had, so his mother says, to apply fresh hot poultices one after another. The whites of his eyes turned yellow and his ekin too. He was hot, and feverish, and had to fight for his breath. Of course his mother sent for a dootor, and the dootor taid his young patient was suffering from inflammation of the bowels. He gave medioine3 which, however, did no good, so far as the bay's friends could see, On the contrary, he grew worse, and a second dootor was fetched This medioal gentleman differed from his predecessor, and gave out that George had an attack of rheumatio fever —m other words, aoute rheu matism — a disease which no boy has any businees with whatever. The treatmpnt on this theory availed nothing j George was worse. He now had a hacking oough, and his expectoration was so offensive that the people had to use dißiofeetants. He broke oat into sweats, so heavy as to saturate the pillows. He oonld take no nourishment save a little milk and bme water. He woze away to a skeleton, did the poor boy. Ho was nothing but skin and bone, and they had to lift him m and out of bed. Then he fell bo ill he would not uot : co any one m the room, and lr.y for Irurs never opening Lis eyee. Then came the time when a third dootor said he couldn't possibly livfl. What happened after that the boy's mother, telli. We give you her exaot words : "In February last," she Bays, "my husband, as a list resource, determined, to try Mother Seigel'fl Curative Syrup. After a few do es tbe boy's breathing was easier and he took food. In three days he was abls to sit up, and m a week's time he was up and dressed. He gained flesh and strength every day, and is now able to go about. Sometimes I look at him and oan hardly believe he is tbe same boy who was so recently at death's door. Seigel's Syrup saved his life. Tours truly, (Signed) Mrs Mary Westmoreland, 5, High Street, Plumstead, London, April 27, 1892." Now, a half a dozen words, .Little George had no bowel inflammation, noi a single touoh of rheumatism. That was the doctors' professional guesswork. He had a sharp attack of biliousness and indigestion, of which Mother Seigel wculd have cured him long before had her medicine been appeakd to. Here is the moral to conclude with : Learn what the true remedy for illness is and use it first instead of last.