DYING OF CONSUMPTION.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 13049, 14 December 1905, Page 3

DYING OF CONSUMPTION.

.TOIIN BRIGHT, OF BKNDIGO. SPITTING BLOOD FOR 7 YEARS. GIVEN UP BY ALL THE DOCTORS. IN PERFECT HEALTH TO-DAY. DR. WILT/JAMS' PINK PILLS. /'Twelve years ago I tried to get into a Benefit, Society, but the doctor said point blank he could not- pass me," said Mr. John Bright, wholesale and retail fruiterer, Har-greaves-street, Bentligo. "lie said my lungs were so had that no insurance company would take the risk of my life. For the next seven years 1 had blood-spitting, and jit, last it. brought on Consumption. .1 had eight or ten doctors, and not one of them could do anything for me. At last, I went to the Bendigo Hospital—but they couldn't save me there. My cough kept getting worse and worse. I was in the last stage when mv cousin made me begin Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. They, built me up from the very start. In the end they cured me. To-day. my lungs are as sound as any man's—and they 'have been for the last five years. Since then Dr. Williams' Pink Pills cured my daughter Hilda of Consumption of the Throat after the doctors arid the Hospitals had failed to do her any good. So it s no wonder I swear by a medicine that has saved two lives in my family. "The lodge doctor picked" first thing on my lungs being weak," added Mr. Bright, who, by the way, has lived in Bendigo for lie last 32 years. " Three years before I had been kicked by a horse in the chest. The doctor said it may have been the cause of .the trouble in the first place, but there was something more the matter with me now. lie kept tapping away at my chest for two solid hours. At last 1 started to cough and brought up a big clot of blood. As soon as the doctor, saw that he said it was no use examining me any more. My lungs wore all gone. He, said there was not, an insurance company under heaven that, would take me.

"From that time on I started to waste away. During the next, seven years I coughed up gallons of blood from my lungs. I would spit up a mouthful of blood, four or five" or six times a day. .fust before an attack of bleeding came on the back'of my throat started to burn. There was a asiq like salt in my mouth, and I hen a nasty tickling cough came on. The fmfc thing I knew the blood would rush up from my lungs into my mouth. The sight of it gave me a shock every time, after what the doctor told inc. I knew that every bleeding attack brought me that much nearer my grave—and sometimes I had as many as 30 or 40 in one week. ,

"The doctors couldn't do a thing for me. When one failed I went to another I couldn't, tell you how many I had altos;etiier. There was ngt, one of them could give me any medicine to stop my lungs bleeding. After every fresh attack 1 would shake like a leaf. I could feel my strength being drained away. Often I nearly fainted. .L lost, all heart, and felt that it. was no use struggling against the late that was waiting for me. .

"Sometimes the pain in my legs and arms was worse- than Rheumatism," added Mr. Bright, who gave the present interview at his private house in Bath-street, off Mitchell-street. " The pain used to start- in my thighs and run down to my ankles. The pain was so bad at times that 1 could not sleep with it. My nerves got all on edge, and 1 went off my food. Of course, thai only helped to hasten the end. I was just wasting away before everyone's eyes. Often my legs were too weak to hold me. I began to fear I would lose the use of them altogether—but, thank God, 1 started to -take Dr. Williams' Pink Pills before if came to that. Still, many a day I was too weaik to leave my bed. Even at my best I had hard work to struggle up the street a. few blocks.- Everybody who saw me said I was in Consumption. "This went on for years, in spile of all that the best doctors in Bendigo could do for me. When their own medicines did me no good they told me to take cod liver oil. i took dozens of bottles—but I kept on going from bad to worse. My face was the colour of Death. I was worn down io a skeleton. Every time I coughed it racked me from head to foot. The cough kepttearing my lungs more and more. Five or six times in one day a blood-vessel in my lungs would break, and the blood would rush up to my mouth. For two oi three hours afterwards my phlegm would' be all streaked with blood. 1 was just spitting my life away. It; was cough, cough, cough, every hour of the night. One after another the doctors gave me up. At last I went to the Bendigo Hospital. Th?y left no stone unturned to cure me— hut I kept on wasting away before heir eyes. No one thought that I had more than another month or two to live.

"One day, just after one of mv,bad fits of coughing, my. cousin, Charles Bright, of .UcCrae-street. Bendigo', came in to see me. T was lying there, stretched lout like dead, too weak to move a muscle. . He never knew before how bad J was. Then he told me how LV. Williams': Pink Pills had cured him of nervous exhaustion —and he . said it was his own doctor that' made him take them. The doctor told him that they were made from the finest prescription •in the world. Tint very night T sent to .Tones, the chemist, down in Ilargreaves-street. for half a dozen boxes of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. The first box didn't do me any good, but the second gave me a better appetite than I had had for seven years. After that my cough began to ease up. As time went crt [ could feel myself getting stronger. Before a month was out' T had stopped spitting blood. From that, time on my limes had a chance to heal. In the end Dr. , Williams' Pink- Pills built me up into a strong, healthy man, with, kings as sound as a bell. It, is. over five years now since I was cured, and T have never had another attack of bleedinc from the lungs. That proves that Dr. -Williams' Pink Pills have cured me for good. More than that, they saved Hilda's life when the best Hospital specialists gave her up." The only hope for the poor Consumptive, lies in plenty of good rich red blood. The onlv wav to tight the bacilli, heal the lungs, and build up the strength is through the blood. That is just, the reason why Dr. Williams'. Pink ills cure Consumption. They actually make new blood. They give strength, energy, and health with every dose. They don't act on the bowels. They don't cure mere symptoms. They do only one. 11i11or. but they do it well. And. through the blood, thev strike straight at the root of all common diseases, such as anremia, general weakness, indigestion, headaches, neuralgia, rheumatism, sciatica, lumbago, hackache. kidney disease, and the special ailments of women when their blood becomes poor or irregular. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills are sold by chemists and storekeepers, or sent, post free by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington, at 3s a box, six boxes 16s 6d.