SHE WOULD HAVE HER WAY.

New Zealand Times, Volume LXXI, Issue 4394, 27 June 1901, Page 3

SHE WOULD HAVE HER WAY.

(A Lesson for some men in Trade.) Should one yield to the wishes of others, or insist upon having his own way ? It depends: there is no rule to go by. Differing in opinion as to which wasrigot on a certain point, Mrs Towan and a chemist of her city had a debate. I* ended in a victory for the lady—as was just and proper. Tho time was the early part of 1899. Sho had been ill for a .considerable period, and wanted help as the hart panteth after the water brooks. She was languid and weary she had lost her energy, and could not bear the sight of food. She had been losing flesh too, and at this time was positively emaciated; her friends hardly recognised her for me plump, bright woman of a few months earlier. They said little to her, but talked about it among themselves. “My nerves were so shaken, and my hands so tremulous, that I could ly lift anything to my mouth,” she says. 1 “You must understand that since I wns a girl of thirteen I had always suffered mere or less from indigestion, and that bane of women’s lives—constipation. I was also a victim to neuralgia, but my troubles did not begin in serious earnest until after Christmas, .1898. From that date onwards all things were alike sad and dark to me. ff Oh, yes; I tried all sorts of treatment and of medicines—pills, tonics, and doctors’ prescriptions, but they all came to nothing. I wondered, as ill people often wonder, whether there is as much wisdom and learning in the so-called healing art as we have been led to think. “Anyway, I seemed none the better for it, and a more depressed and discouraged woman could not, - probably, have been found in Melbourne the day I picked up* the little Mother Seigel bonk that somebody had left under our door, “I read the book, or rather, I scanned it in an idle, listless way, until myev-i lighted upon a case like my own. I read that, and then, weak as I was, I struggled off to the chemist’s. I might have sent, but had an impulse to go myself. Lucky I did. “ T want a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup,' I said. “ ‘Oh, no,’ he cried, [don’t take than; I will give you something better.’ “My friends had often recommended me to use Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and so I told the Chemist. ‘I will have Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and nothing else in your shop!’ I fairly shouted in his’ears. “Then he surrendered. How often since then have I thanked Heaven for my firmness. After a few doses I began to feel better. I could eat with a true relish, and digest easier. After taking only two—just fancy thatl—only two bottles, I was thoroughly well—no neuralgia or dyspepsia, and none since. “But I buy my Mother SeigeTs Syrup at the grocer’s now.”—Mrs E. Towan, 52, Sutton street, Hotham Hill, Melbourne, Victoria, Dec. 13th, 1899.