HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED
" A bad 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. chemist;, 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? Half the contents of the bottle was saved, and the mother was obliged to make the best of it. Writing under date of Nov. 27th, 1899, the lady says : —“About four years ago come Christmas I became bad with what I can only describe as a nasty*, low, weak feeling. I was so weak mat when I wanted to move from one place to another in the room I had to go Hand over and around the tables and chairs. “This was sq aggravating, and I really was so feeble, that I often felt like throwing myself down, only I knew I couldn’t get up again.,, At times I would have such a dreadful pain across my chest that I was afraid I should smother : and the sickening, coppery taste in my mouth of mornings was hard to bear. “For the life of me I could not say what was the matter or what was the cause of all this. I had been to the lodge doctor regularly for about six months, and he told me I was a puzzle to him, and that he didn’t know what ailed me. , “All he could say was that if I did not give up lifting water-from the well, cutting wood, milking, and other hard work I had to do, I would not be long for this world. This was not a very cheering view 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 not effect on me at all. “One day I happened to read about Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and some cases in the book were as much like mine as one egg is like another in a basket” (Here Mrs Jones tells how she tidied up one of her children, and sent her to the chemist’s for a bottle of the Syrup, which incident, with its attendant calamity, has already been related). “I commenced at once,” continues our correspondent, “on what medicine tnere 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 ever so much better, but I kept right along with the medicine until I got perfectly well; which I did, end have not had any illness since. “I am seldom wihout a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup in the house, and it is part of my common talx to tell people what it has 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 Tabitha Jan© Jones, Graham street, Auburn, N.S.W. Referring to the little girl’s 1 bad luck on her first visit to the chemist, Mrs Jones adds that it is a comfort to reflect that a. half a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup is more good than a full one of; anything else. ' vS -
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 1523, 28 February 1901, Page 13
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