HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED

New Zealand Times, Volume LXXI, Issue 4293, 28 February 1901, Page 3

HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED

A bad place to curry a bottle, and almost sure to end in disaster.

And so it proved in the case of Mrs Jones’s little girl. Yen see, her mother bad sent the child to the shop of Mr Ayres, the chemist, for a bottle of medicine, and when he had given H to her she put it inside of her closed umbrella to carry home.

Un her way buck it began to rain, and tho cTrUrl thoughtlessly’ raised the umbrella? Half i.ho 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 nand 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 jmew 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 tho sickening, coppery taste in rny mouth of mornings was hard to bear. “For the life of me I could not say what was the matter or what was tho cause of all this. I had been to the lodge doctor regularly for about six months, and ho told nie I was a puzzle to him, and that ho didn’t know what ailed mo. ,

“All lie 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 1 have no douot ’hat he was sincere in it, and the state I was in seemed to. boar him out in it. But his medicine had not effect on me at all.

“One day I happened to read aoout Mother Scigel’s Syrup, and some cases in tho book were as much like mine as one egg is like another in a basket” (Hero Mrs Jones tells how she tidied up one of her children, and sent her to the chemist’s for a Lottie 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 linished thN one I was ever so much better, but I kept right along with the medicine until I got perfectly well; which I did, r.nd have not had any. illness since.

“I am seldom wibout a bottle of Mother Seifiel’s Syrup in the house, and it is part of my common tain 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 Jane Jones, Graham street, Auburn, N.S.W. Referring to the little girl’s 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.