TOO WEAK TO SIT UP

New Zealand Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 6025, 9 October 1906, Page 3

TOO WEAK TO SIT UP

MRS A. HO WITT. INVERCARGILL. GOING INTO A DELINK. WASTED TO A SKKLETuN. STRONGER THAN EVER TO-DAY. DR. WILLIAMS' FINK. PILLS. “The doctors simply mad© mo leave New Zealand/’ /said Mrs Eleanor Howitfc, wlka-.o husband is now head of the firm of Alexander ilowitt and Co., general otorokoepers, of Ifii Peel St., just at the comer of Rowe St., Ballarat. “I was born in Invercargill, and spent tho best part of my iiio Lucre. But when 1 grew up, I got an awful cold every Wintei and it teoon told on my lungs. My blood ail went to water, and I started to go into a l/ectine. Tho doctors said that Consumption was staring me in the face. If I dicin t leave inow Zealand, I'd die before twelve months went over my head, ihey ordered me to V ictoria—and tho people on board tho boat never though I would reach Melbourne alive. But Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills saved my life. They built mo up like magic, and my health has been simply perfect for the last few years. Mr Uowitt’s business interests arc the only thing that keeps me from going back to i\ew Zealand, for I'd just love to live in Invercargill now. "I was only fourteen when my blood begun to turn to water, and from that time X started to fade away/' said Mrs Ilowitt. “My appetite grew faddy, and I always had a longing tor things that 1 knew 1 must not have. Often I would sit down to the table and never eat a bite. The very smell of the dinner turned mo sick. My whole health went to pieces. I was always tired, and dull and drowsy from morning till night. Some days I felt as if I couldn't be bothe/ed with anything. If I tried to do a little dusting, my back ached till I could hardly stand. At times a thick cord seemed to be cutting deeper and deeper into my sides. In fact, every bone in xny body ached. Often X was sore and stin all over—just as if I had been beaten black and blue. My brain was dull, and it was tho greatest trouble out trying lo remember anything. I looked a real invalid. My face was pinched and haggard, and as white as Death. My lips went blue, and my eyes were ready to start out of my head. The heavy black rings under them made them look twice their size. My feet and hands were never warm. I seemed to have no blood at all. For two years, I kept going from bad to worse. At last, the doctor said that if I didn't get away to a warm climate nothing could save mo from Consumption.

■‘.My friends in Invercargill said it was madness for the doctor to order me away. They said I would never be able to stand tho voyage. I looked as if I couldn t live a mouth. I was so weak that i could barely put one foot beior© the other. When the boat reached Melbourne, X had to be earned down the gangway. The change to Victoria did mo very little good. Every month I grew paler and wasted away. I was as thin as a lath. Wneu I held my hands up to the light you could almost see through them. Ail my veins showed out in great blue lines. 1 was so far gone that 1 hardly had the strengcli to drens myself. Every morning I ivoice more helpless and wretched. Bom© clays 1 was far too weak to sit up. I had to lie dow n all tUe time. I was a misery to myself and everyone around me. “Ad tho days went by, X grew worse," Mrs liowitt added. “1 lost all heart, and felt in everybody's road. My nerves wore in a dreadtul state. It the clock struck, I gave a jump, and ray heart throbbed ana beat till it turned me almost sick. 1 had to struggle to get my breath. Ail through tho night I kept waking, and fancied I could hear all sorts of strange noises. ■ I used to work myself up to an awful pitch. 1 would grow hot and cold aud tremble like a leaf. Sometimes the perspiration trickled off me with sheer ingut. My heart was so weak that, if 1 just walked irom the ced-room to the Ki.uhen, I sank into a ctiair ready to faint.

”1 never expected to be strong again. I took doctors' medicines until X grew sick of them all. They never did' me good for more than a day or two. At lust I read how. Dr. W illiams’ Pink Piils had cured a young woman who had been going the same way as I ivas. I sent to aialyon, the chemist here in Ballarat, for a good supply—for I made up my mind to give them a fair trial. My appetite picked up after the first box. In a ■ few weeks Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills did more for me that all the medicines I had swallowed in years. They gave me a healthy colour in my cheeks, aud made me feel that life was worth living. They cured my backaches, and took away that helpless, weak feeling that 1 had to fignt against for years. To-day my good health is Plain to everybody who sees me. Day after day, I am kept busy helping my husband in his business here in Peel Street. When the doctors ordered me away from New Zealand with weak lungs, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills saved my lire." Dr. Williams’ Pink Piiis actually make new blood. They do just that one thing, but they do it well. That is the simple scientific reason why they cure all -filood diseases, like anaemia, bad complexion, biliousness, indigestion, headaches, backaches, lumbago, rheumatism, sciatica, neuralgia, nervousness, St. Vitus’ dance, lose of vitality, asthma, general weakness, irregularity of the blood-supply, and the special secret ailments of growing girls and women. Eemembor, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills don’t act on the bowels. Neither do they tinker with mere symptoms. They will cure no disease that is not caused by bad blood. Aud, of course, you will not expect the slightest benefit if you let some shop keeper palm off a genuine locally, order them by mail from the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co., Wellington—3s a box, six boxes I6a fid, post free. Medical advice given free.