SIX YEARS A CRIPPLE

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1746, 23 August 1905, Page 29

SIX YEARS A CRIPPLE

PARALYSED BY CHALKY RHEUMATISM. GIVEN UP BY FIVE DOCTORS. POSITIVE MIRACLE WORKED BY; DR WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS. “I was absolutely with Chalky Rheumatism, and Dr Williams Pink Pills worked a positive miracle when they set me on mv feet again, cured for good,” said Mrs Annie-King. Mrs King is thfe wife of Francis King, who has a tidy little farm at Otara, some fifty-six miles south-east of Invercargill by way of Waimahaka railway station and Fortrose. There is certainly no one in the whole district more prominent than Fran-cis King, whom all his neighbours describe as a fearless man of the most rugged honesty. In Invercargill* Gore, and other parts of Southland, where they are well known, Mr and Mrs King are neld in the same high esteem. Hundreds could hardly believe their eyes when they read that Mrs King had been cured of her Rheumatism. For.years her terrible sufferings had been the talk of all who knew her. Five doctors had. given her up, and she had been bedridden for six years—yet every paper of any consequence in the whole of New Zealand published, from her own lips, the statement that Dr Williams’ Pink Pills had completely cured her beyond-the slightest doubt. “You never saw anyone so crippled and tortured as I was with Rheumatism and Gout,” said Mrs King, ‘Tor six years I couldn't walk a step. I was so helpless that I had to be lifted in and out of bed. My whole health went to pieces. My stomach turned sour, and L nearly went mad with splitting bilious headaches. My kidneys were in a terrible state. My whole system was full of rheumatic acid. Often I • screamed with agony. For days I moaned from morning to night with the pain. All my muscles were drawn and twisted. My joints grew stiff and crippled. I could not bend my knuckles, and my hands were all knotted. My arms and legs swelled up with the poison in my blood. I was a sight to look at. Doctor after doctor said they had never known such a case of Rheumatism; It had such a. hold on me that nothing could get it out of \my system. That’s what they told. Mr King, but he said he would move heaven and earth to find a cure for me. He tried kidney cures, but they did not do me one atom of good.. He wasted a lot more money on medicines that only acted on my bowels and did not even do my Indigestion any good. Then he tried Dr Williams’ Pink Pills. The first few boxes made me as hungry as a-hawk, anfL that showed they were suited to my case. It was a month before I felt they were doing my Rheumatism any good—but after that every dose did me .good. They drove every drop of the aching acid out of my blood, and took away- all my pain. In the end. they raised mo from my cripple’s bed, and made me the strong, active woman I am to-day. I owe my life to Dr Williams’ Pink Pills.” The news of this wonderful case was published nearly five years ago, and the medical profession was naturally anxious to know if it was a lasting cure or not. So a special commissioner called on Mrs King, and found her just as healthy and active as when Dr Williams’ Pink Pills first cured her. “Yes,” she cried, “I am cured for good! Before Dr Williams’ Pink Pills cured me- I didn’t have one day of good health for nine solid years. For the Last five years I haven’t known what it is to have a pain or an ache. We were living at Gore when my health broke down. Mr King called a doctor in—but, from first to last, mv case puzzled every doctor I had. They all said it was Chalky Rheumatism in its worst form. No medicine in the world could ever cure me. They said I might as well make up my mind to be bedridden for life. Then Mr King brought a fifth doctor from Dunedin—but he could do no more than the others. My hands and legs were all deformed when he saw me. He said I was past help. For six long years I lay lysed with pain. “After the doctors had given me up, and everything else had failed, Mr King decided to give Dr WilliMps’ Pink Pills a fair trial. He got a few boxes from Templeton, the Waikawa storekeeper. After the first month, it was plain Dr Williams’ Pink Pills were curing my Rheumatism. The swelling went down in my hands and legs, and the pain eased up. Joints that I hadn’t moved for seven years grew supple again. Gradually, I got back the use of my arms and legs.’ In three- months I was walking about just as if I never had a thing the ' matter with me. It is nothing less than a miracle. I will never believe again that anvbody could have Rheumatism so bad that Dr Williams’ Pink Pills could not cure them. It took twenty boxes to cure me—but then I was cured for good. Dr Williams’ Pink Pills cured Mrs King by driving the rheumatic poison out of her blood. They actually make new blood—just that; nothing more. In the same way, they drive out the germs of other diseases, and build up the blood to carry healing, health and strength to every hook and corner of the .body. In New Zealand, Dr Williams’ Pink Pills have cured the worst cases of bloodlessness, indigestion, biliousness, liver complaint, kidney trouble, weak lungs, asthma, influenza, headaches, backaches, lumbago, sciatica, neuralgia, nervousness, spinal weakness, skin complaints, and the special ailments of girls and women whose blood supply becomes weak, scanty, or irregular. If anyone tries to palm off substitutes on you, write for the genuine to Dr Williams’ Medicine Co M Wellington —3s a box, six boxes 16s 6d. post free. Medical advice given free.