INVALID AND CRIPPLE.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 8242, 11 September 1905, Page 6

INVALID AND CRIPPLE.

♦ DROPSY AND HEART DISEASE AFTER YEARS OF RHEUMATISM. MRS. BOWIE OWES HER LIFE TO DR. WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS.

" Rheumatism took me in the prime of life," said Mrs S. A. Bowie, wife of Henry Bowie, caretaker of the Otago Bowling Club Sheds, Jetty-street Wharf, Dunedin. " For twenty years it did not let me have one single solitary day free from pain. For five years I was an absolute cripple with it. No words can tell the agony 1 went through. Many a time I prayed for Death. Four doctors agreed that I could not stand the torture for more than two years at the outside. The pain alone would kill me. I thanked Heaven with all my heart when Dropsy and Heart Disease came to put a stop to my terrible sufferings without waiting all that time. I had given up all hope, when Mr Bowie read about a case nearly the same as my own, which was cured by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. I tried them—and here I stand to-day completely cuied. It is a positive miracle. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills snatched me from the very edge of the

grave. " When Rheumatism first attacked me I was then living on the West Coast, at Cobden, near Greymouth," said Mrs Bowie. "My ankle suddenly swelled up and the pain was frightful. The doctors treated me for a bad sprain but I got worse and worse. At last I was a confirmed invalid. The swelling spread up one leg and then began in the other. That showed it was no sprain. It must have been in my blood. I cannot find words to describe what I suffered. The pain broke down my nerves and undermined my whole health. I had no appetite, and my back was always aching. But, worst of all, was my heart. The least noise made it jump and thump like mad for a few minutes —and then it seemed to stop beating altogether. I never knew when I might drop dead with it.

"All this time I was growing worse and worse. I hated the sight of food, and began to lose all strength. 1 used to wake up in the dead of night in a cold sweat. Often the bed was soaked through.. Somebody had to keep wiping the sweat away. I was so weak from it that I could hardly lift my hand. All this time I was suffering untold torture from Rheumatism. For five years I drifted on in this low weak state, and the doctors told me I could not live another two years.

" They ordered me away to a better climate, so Mr Bowie brought me over here to Dunedin, where he soon built up a business in shipping circles. But the change did me no real good. I was a hopeless case. My legs swelled bigger and bigger. It must have been Dropsy. My flesh was as soft as dough. When I pressed my fingers on my legs, I could actually bury them in the flesh. I could not get my boots on. Walking was out of the question. I could only crawl at best. My life was otic miserable round of pain. I saw nothing to live for, and often prayed to God that the pain would kill me.

" By this time I had given up all hope," Mrs Bowie went on. " Of course, I had often read of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, but I only smiled at the thought of using them. Then one day, when suffering more than ever, Mr Bowie read of a- case almost exactly like my own. He read it over and over again to me, and it gave me fresh hope every time. "It was in November, 1903, that I sent to the grocer's for my first box of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. I fancied that even that first box did mo good. Certainly it gave me an appetite. I got more, and kept taking them till February, 1904. Little by little, the Dropsy in my legs went down. The piercing Rheumatic pains eased up in my joints and muscles. My heart became sound and strong. My nerves were braced up wonderfully. In a few weeks, instead of looking like a corpse, I got a clear skin and fresh colour. As my strength came back, I was able to get up and walk. Now lam in the best of health, and just delight to keep going all day with my housework. There is no doubt but Dr. Williams' Pink Pills worked a miracle when they cured me."

Dr. Williams' Pink Pills worked this miracle by actually making new blood for Mrs Bowie. They do just this one thing —

but they do it well, they don't act on the bowels. They don't bother with mere symptoms. They just strike straight at the root of all blood diseases like anaemia, skin trouble, biliousness, indigestion, liver complaint, headaches, backaches, kidney troubles, lumbago, rheumatism, sciatica, nervousness, neuralgia, general weakness, decline, consumption (in its early stages), locomotor ataxia, and the secret ailments that come to girls and women when their blood becomes weak, impure, or irregular. Through the blood, Dr. Williams' Pink Pills cure all these just as surely as they cured Mrs Bowie. But, of course, you must get the genuine kind—always in boxes, never in bottles. Sold by retailers and by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington, at 3s a box, six boxes for 16s 6d, post free.