ABE YOU LIKE A STOPPED CLOCK?.

Otago Witness, Issue 2803, 4 December 1907, Page 10

ABE YOU LIKE A STOPPED CLOCK?.

A stopped clock is "run down." Are ' you? aummor'fl heat and close, tryina . days tell on the business man and still more on the woman in the home. Losa of appetite, loss of energy, ■ a feeling of ■ coutant tiredness, frequent headaches, ana inability to go your old pace — these are the signs of being " run down." Th« cure, if you wish to apply it without wasting time and running up a heavy doctor's bill, is Bile Brans* This is no mere theory, a« witness the following caeer " I suffered considerably from bilious headaches," says Mrs E. Dacey, of Hall street, Mount Morgan, Q.. "accompanied by vomiting, poor appetite, loss of memory, and a wretched, sickly feeling. While these attacks were on me, work was oufi of the question. I tried many so-called remedies in the hope of gaining relief, but only to meet with disappointment and continuous suffering. A friend who was a great advocate for Bile Beans urged me to give them a trial, as she had proved their efficacy in a similar case to ' my own. 1 happily followed this advice, and can truthfully say that Bile Beans were the means of restoring me to health. I now enjoy my food, and housework is a pleasure." All chemists and stores stock Bile Beane. at Is lid and 2s 9d per box. Refuse all substitutes.

An accident to a kerosene lamp In St. Mark's Church, Rakaia, narrowly escaped causinjr a fire on Sunday week shortly before 'The evening service. One of tha - ropes which held the lamp broke, and i» fell, setting a piece of matting on fire, but; . very litle damage was done before the fire was extinguished. The Hawera Star reports a curious . occurrence. A commercial traveller who was driving knocked the ashes out of his pipe on the wheel. Shortly afterwards ho found emoke issuing from* the back of tha trap. He got down and took out tha horae but a puff of smoke blew intothe) horse s face, aid the animal bolted. When it was stopped all that was left of the trap was the wheels and the axle. The sample* and his portmanteau wero lost