SOMETHING IS AFTER YOU.

Wanganui Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 9839, 4 September 1899, Page 1

SOMETHING IS AFTER YOU.

Far away, in tho Jungle of Central India, a village lies asleep. Only a solitary human figure can be seen, following the winding jungle path in tho moonlight. It is early niglit, and the native who comes has been delayed on his way home.

But what is that dark shadow that crosses the path behind him? Quite oblivious, tho man marches on. Ho looks neither to the right nor left, nor behind him, where crouches that dark shadow. A few yards mqre and he will be out of the junglo. A few minutes more, aud he thinks he will bo sleeping in the bosom of his family. But see, the Shadow moves ! With two noiseless bounds like a giant cat tho tigress is upon him. One despairing scream and all is quiet. Bitten through the head, the victim is snatched up and carried by the grim man-eater to her lair on the hills. Meanwhile the village slumbers peacefully on. Was it the man's fault? Yes, I think it was. Had ho not lingered, ho would not have been caught. The tigress would not havo attacked him in broad daylight. Bui. he was no worse, I think, than those in this country who are to-day doing the very same thing. Thousands and thousands of English men and women have a shadow in their path. It is after them. Tho time will como, if they do not take heed, 'when they will feel, like Mrs Lydia Golding, "as if something had overtaken" them. Here is a letter from her in which she tells her experience: — "All my life I had been a strong healthy woman, and up to the autumn of 1891 I nevor ailed anything. At this time I began to feel weak, weary, and tired, and aa if something had overtaken me. I had a foul taste in my mouth, my tongue being furred, and a sour fluid would rise into my mouth. I had no appetite to speak of, and tho little food I took gave mo no strength. After eating I had a heavy weight and pain across my chest, and a gnawing feeling in my stomach. I belched up a deal of frothy fluid, and in tho night I woko with a suffocating feeling. Cold clammy sweats broke over me, and what with loss of appetite, and not being able to sleep at night, 1 soon got so weak that I found it hard « ork to get about. ,On December 23, 1892 (one Sunday moining) whilst preparing breakfast for my husband, I was suddenly seized with paralysis, which affected tho whole of my right side. I had no use of my hand or leg on that side, and a numbness took me on both left and right sides. My husband got mo to bed, and fetched a doctor from Northfleet, who gave me medicines. After this I lost my strength ranidly and what I suffered I could not tell.

"I coukl uot rest night or day, and I was in and out of bed every now and again. I got little sleep, only dozing off for a short time and then starting up. I was afraid to be left alone, and often in hto night I have been so nervous and frightened I could scarcely boar it. I took medicines of all kind 3, but was little better for anything, until one day in August, 1893, my husband read in tho paper (Weekly People) of Mother Scigel's Curative Syrup, and got me a bottle from Perry and Son, Chemists, High Street, Gravesend. After taking it a short time, I began to gain strength, and got stronger and stronger, until I was free from the effects of the seizure. I now keep in good health. You can publish this statement if you wish.'" — Yours truly, (signed) Mrs Lydia Golding, 12, Carter's Road, Perry Street, Gravesend, May 14th, 1496. What was this shadow that had crossed Mrs Golding's path? What was it that "overtook" her and laid her helpless upon a bed of sickness? Surely you can recognise the monster that sprang upon her as the dreaded disorder Dyspepsia, which attacks you when you are most defenceless and weakest. Paralysis? Yes, Mrs Golding had it, aud could feel it, bxit what sho could not feel was what it was that had so acted upon her nerves and muscles as to cause them to become so helpless. Nor could she, I suppose, understand how Mother Seigcl's Curalivo Syrup cured her so quickly, though wo know now that it was because the dyspepsia was got rid of. But, as the native was never heard of more, so there are some who cannot get out of tho clutches of Dyspepsia, oven with such help as Mother Soigcl's Curative Syrup, it the help comes too late. Henco the best way -of all, say I, is to keep out of the jungle after dark; and, if you must go, walk quickly.