NINE TIMES ON THE NINE.
" I'm as good as dead.' I've won nine times on the nine, and lost nine times on the seven. Give this note to the banker; he knows the address of my relatives." It was in a. gambling house in Montana. The gambler who uttered these words threw down his cards, rose from the table, and left the place. At early dawn the next morning the police found his body in some shrubbery about a mile distant. His own pistol was full of cartridges ; it had not been used, yeb there was a bullet hole in his left breast. Was there any mysterious prophecy in the cards, or was the gambler's fear the outgrowth of superstition, and his death a coincidence? Evwyone must decide for himself. But people are often considered as good as dead for a much more intelligible reason. Mr. William Goble, of 104, Albion-street, Southwick, near Brighton, was recently placed on that list by his friends. In his case the danger was not from powder or sharp steel, but from something that hurries more oiks out of the world than they do. His story is this Looking at-his tongue, one day in the spring of 1887, he found it coated like a piece of brown leather. Of itself this might not have worried him, but other signs and portents went with it. His appetite failed, and what little he did eat seemed to cause great pain in his chest and sides. Now good food never acts that way when a man is in proper condition. Quite the contrary. What was the matter? Writing about it under date of Nov. 26th 1891, Mr. Goble said :—" I couldn't imagine what had come over me. Nothing like it had ever happened me before. . I had always been strong and healthy. But now I had a foul taste in the mouth, and wind appeared to roll ail over inside my body. I had a choking sensation in my throat, and sometimes my heart would beat so fast and so hard that it frightened me. After a while I got so weak 1 had to give up my work. I was almost too weak to walk, and when out walking I would get short of breath. Gradually I became weaker and weaker, and lost all my flesh. I could just crawl about, and that was all. My cheeks were sunken, and I had such a pale, ghastly look jthat my friends said 1 was in a decline and would never be better. " A doctor in Southwick said I was suffering from dyspepsia, but after he had treated me for nine months I was worse than ever. At this time our clergyman. Rev. Mr. Heywood, recommended me to the Brighton Hospital, where l was under treatment for one year. Several of the doctors sounded my lungs and seemed puzzled by my complaint, and changed my medicines so often that I wondered if they would ever find the right remedy. At the end of the year I stopped going to the hospital, and began to take cod liver oil. but it did no good, and I made up my mind that I was indeed doomed to death and nothing could prevent it. " Still, I am alive and well to-day, and I'll'' tell you why in a few words. ' In April, 1889 I met with a friend of mine, Mr. Groves, oi Southwick, who told me of his own illnes, and the great benefit he had received from Mother Seigel's Curative • Syrup. I got a bottle, and by the time I had finished it my food agreed with me and I felt a little stronger. Four more bottles completed the cure, and I have since enjoyed as good health as I ever did in mjj life. lam a gardener, and have been in the employ of General Turnbull, the Hermitage, Southwick, for ten years. I will gladly answer inquiries.(Signed) William Goble." ,1) ' : The Southwick doctor's diagnosis : was ", right: Mr. Goble's disease was indigestion and dyspepsia, some of the symptoms of -"V which he names in his statement. His plain - , u testimony will servo •to strengthen, *if \- necessary, the popular confidence in Mother Seigel's Syrup as ; a cure for this prevailing and : perplexing malady. The South wick ■ < gardener lost two years' time by not knowing what to do. But he is vastly better than a ■) dead man now, and will, we trust, live long , , to give others the benefit of his knowledge. .
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9307, 16 September 1893, Page 3
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