HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

Timaru Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 3537, 9 April 1901, Page 4

HOW THE BOTTLE WAS SMASHED.

A bad place to carry a bottle, -and almost sure to end in. disaster. _ And so it proved in the case of Mrs Jones' little girl- You see, her mother had sent the child to the shop of Mr Avres the chemist, for a bottle of medicine, and when he had given it to her she put it inside her closed umbrella to carry home; . , On her way back it began to ram, and the child thoughtlessly raised the umbrella. Half the contents of the bottle was saved, and the mother was obliged to make the best of it. Writing under date of November ilth, 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 that when I wanted to move from one place to another in the room I had to go hand over hand around the chairs and tables. "This was so aggravating, and I really was so feeble, that I often felt like throwing myself down, only I knew that I couldn't get up again. At times I was afraid that 1 would have such dreadful pains across my chest that I was afraid I should smother, and the sickening, coppery taste in my mouth of mornings was hard to bear.' For the life of me I could not say what, was the matter or : what was the cause of all this. I had been to the lodge doctor regularly for about six months, and he told me I was a puzzle to him, and that he did not ' know what ailed me. "All he could say was that if I did not give up lifting -water from the well, cutting wood, milking, and other work 1..j had to do, I would not be long for this'j world. ; This was not a very cheering view for biro to take, bat I haro no

doubt that he was sincere in it, and'the state I was in seemed to bear him out in it. But his medicine had no effect on me at "One day I happened to read about Mother Siegel's Syrup, and some cases m the book were as much like mine as one eee is like another in a basket. (Here Mrs Jones tells how she tidied up one of the children, and sent her to the chemist's for a bottle of the Syrup, which incident, with its attendant calamity, has already been Telated.) " I commenced at once," continues our correspondent, on what medicine there was left m the bottle; and used it up. Then I sent for another, which came safe to hand. By the time I had finished this one I was ever so much better, but 1 kept right along with the medicine unW I got perfectly well; which I did, and have not had any illness since. "I am seldom without a bottle of Mother Siegel's Syrup in the house, and it is part of my common talk to tell people what it has done for me, and what 1 aii 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 half, a bottle of Mother Siegel's Syrup is more than a full one of anything else.