HE WANTED NO SUCH PATIENT

New Zealand Times, Volume LXXI, Issue 4317, 28 March 1901, Page 2

HE WANTED NO SUCH PATIENT

“There now,” _ said the doctor, “.you go on taking this medicine till it is all used up. Then come back and let me have a look at you.” This was in December, 1806. The woman put the package in ker pocket and went home. When the stuff had been consumed, as directed, she called again. The specialist looked at her and made up his mind in a. minute, “ I will nave nothing to do with you as a patient,” ho said. “It’s no use. You ; are past help; you are worse than when you were here before; I can see the hones through your skin new. What.l tell is the truth, and you will be wise not to deceive yourself -with hopes that can only break aown under yen.” Rather hard, ugly talk; but from a common-sense point of view the doctor was right. For four years Mrs Agnes Briggs, of Norwood terrace, Paddington, near Brisbane, Queensland, had suffered what she calls “dreadful torment and pain” from dysentery. She tried everything advertised or recommended to cure it, without success. She was an out-patient at the hospital for more than a twelvemonth, and an Mipatient for two months. The medical men interested themselves in the case; they tried right and left for the true treatment, but were not able to lay hands on it. This seemed strange to her, as she did net realibe how persistent, and frequently fatal, an ailment dysentery is. She had never read the reports of Army Surgeons on that point, and possibly you have not. “During my illness,” says Mrs Briggs, “I ate but htte; food did not nourish me, and I grew worse and worse, and thinner and thinner. For three years I did a trifle of work, and then I had to give in.” (At this crisis she consulted the specialist, whose frank opinion has Dcin quoted.) "“From January to October 1897,” continues’the lady, “I could do nothing whatever. Even my children were cared for by friends. My mother did all the housework, and, on seeing me, she oiten burst out crying. I; was so emaciated and weak, she was sure I must die soon. “And now comes my extraordinary cure—a cure so wonderful and unexpected that my friends insisted on calling it a miracle. “A lady urged me to drop all other medicines and use Mother Seigel’s Syrup only. Before finishing the first bottle I was better, and after taking it three months I was in splendid health, and have been ever since. People can hardly believe that the strong, healthy woman they see now is identical with the skeleton they knew and pitied two years ago.” Mrs Agnes Briggs, Sept., 21st, 1890. Mrs Annie Mathams, of Prince Street, Latrobo Terrace, Paddington, Brisbane, Queensland,-who commended the Syrup to Mrs Briggs, vouches, in writing, to the truth of the above statement