TROUBLED WITH SCIATICA?

Star (Christchurch), Issue 7886, 18 December 1903, Page 4

TROUBLED WITH SCIATICA?

.» Let Rh«umo cure you! It ha* cured others. The positive assurance of James A. Capper, Lyell Bay, should convince you. Mr Capper, writing on Ist February, says : — "I was muoh troubled with sciatica pains, and at times I could get no Bleep. Following the advioe of a friend I tried a battle of Rheumo, and that bottle drove away the sciatica pains. That has been three months ago, and t&ey have not returned since, li they do, BJieumo is the medicine I shall go for." Mr Capper's confidence comes from experience. Sold by chemists and stores at 2a 6d and 4s 6d per bottle. 3

"Exactly," said Blond. "Better have a cigar before we get to — business." " Thank ye I will that," said " The Destroyer," afl'ably selecting the biggest cigar in Bland's case. " YouTl excuse the little matter of business I'm forced to come abo*t?" "O, certainly. It's just as well wihen a thing of this kind happens, to do it as pleasantly as possible." "It's a painful necessity," said' "The Destroyer" — "a painful necessity, especially if you haven't any of the ould sorb on the premise* juat to brighten things up a bit." . "O, yes, you'll find the whisky in the cupboard behind you." "The Destroyer" 'backed cautiously towards t(he cupboard, felt foi. the knob with his left ■ hand, and 1 opened it. As soon as his fingers felt a 'bottle of whisky he dtew it out and sat down again. " Shall I ring for the hot water?" asked Bland, " or do you prefer it neat ?" " The Destroyer " looked at him knowingly. " Wouldn't H. be a sin mow to put any more water inside when there's so muoh outside?" He shook the raindrops fwum his wig. "'Sides, if the gyurl came up, it might be unpleasant for me afterward*; and that's not a situation a .ginilaman would be puttin' me in at all, at all." "Quite right. Quite right. You forget nothing," said Bland. "You're evidently an old Rand at this sort of tiling." "That's so," said "The Destroyer," genially as he extracted the cork of the whisky 'bottle with his teeth. " I ginerally draw the lot." He took a long draught of whisky. . "You look like it." Bland put down his book. " But shun© I'm not at my best with this bit of a headac-he this evenin'," said "The Destroyer," taking anotbeT long swig. . . . "That whisky won't improve it," suggested Bland. "Perhaps I'll be able to find you a remedy presently." The Whisky and the pain in his head combined to make "The Destroyer" ferocious. His eyes grew lurid. "I dtinno why I'm sittin' forninst a i desthroyer of me counthiy in this peaceful way," he said, angrily, "when I came to I " He hesitated " Of course I know what you came for— to put me out of the way as quietly as possible. .How are you going to do it ?" " I had thought of a bowie," said " The Destroyer " ; ' T >but you're just the full- , blooded kind of baste to bleed like a " I've no doubt I should," said Bland politely. "Any other alternative ? It's rather rough on the landlady if you spoil her furniture." " I have thought, of that, too," admitted "The Destroyer" meditatively. "Berfcapsi I'd better shoot you. Nobody 'ill hear a revolver shot up 'here." "No, I don't think anybody would. It •would be cleaner to do 5t in that way." "It would be that," cordially agreed "The Destroyer," taking another swig at the bottle. "Are re most Teady for it?" "O, finish the whisky first. Half a bottle won't have any effect on you." "Don't insult me by supposin' half a bottle of Scotch whisky could have any effect on me. It's five minutes between drinks- While I'm. finishin? tie bottle, you'll have time to prepare yer dirthy Bowl, if you've got wan, for the next world." " Quite so." Bland regarded " The Destroyer" as if that unsavoury individual ■were his dearest friend. " The only thing that troubles one is that you've such a beastly headache that you may have to siboot twice. Isn't there anything I can get to steady your hand?" "If you move from, that chair 1 11 shoot ye now," said "The Destroyer.," putting out a rather cumbersome revolver. i "O, I haven't the slightest intention of moving. What's the good when you could shoot me at once and I should lose the ten minutes——" "Five!" said "The Destroyer," parenthetically. "Beaisy, me jeyill. BW!" "Well, five then— -when I should lose vm five' minutes' grace yon are going to give me. By the -way, I suffer a good; deal from headache myself. Ever try Pihenacetin ?" "Phenace— what?" asked 'The Destroyer." " Phenacetin. I've a bottle of tm taibloids from the chemist round the corner. It will steady your hand at once. I don't want you to make a mess of this 'business!" . ' " Faith, an' that's thoiugltful of ye," admitted "The Destroyer." "Me 'head's kiokin* up a divvle of a racket. Just put that little bottle on the table and M t,£ek> mesilf." Bland took tie Bfcfcle bottle out of his "pociket and placed it on the ta4>le. " The [Destroyer" sorutrittised it carefully. It bore the name of the nearest cihemist arid volunteered the information that each tabloid contained ten grains. " An' how do you take the stuff?" asked " The Destroyer," suspiciously. " It's not : ctesa-vin' me ye are?" " Oh, if you think it worth while, take one of the tabkfids," said Bland carelessly— " I should think one wonld do for you — and put it into your mouth. Dont swallow it, but jtwt bite through the middle. You'll find the covering a bit tough." "The Destroyer" lowered his revolver, pulled out the cork of the little bottle, took I one of the tabloids ? and scrunched it vigorj ously between his big; yellow teeth. j There came a pur Wen, tearing, rending noise — a erash — a puff, and the upper part of " The Destroyer's " head was shattered to pieces. Bland looked at "The Destroyer's" remains with acute interest. " I thought that concentrated picric acid would do the trick," he murmured contentedly as he again took up his book. " Presently I'll wire to Scotland Yard and tell them to collect the remains." And that was the last of "The Destroyer.'