It Was Not His Fault.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XVIII, 3 November 1900, Page 848

It Was Not His Fault.

The man who sits down to his supper and refuses to eat it is not likely to rise in the esteem of his wife or of his cook. Excellent cooks have thrown up their situations, and gone off in a huff simply because the master of the house has casually remarked that there was a trifle too much salt in the soup. Nevertheless, Mr John Bennett, according to his own story, failed to get any satisfaction out of his meals for several years. Yet nobody complained of him, because it was not his fault. He would not have dreaded the com-

lug of a meal time, as he actually did dread it, had he possessed the |>owtr to choose his own feeltugs. But alas! a deaf man may love music, or a blind one long vainly for the sight of remembered colours. “Front 1884 to 1889,” says Mr Bennett, “I was a helpless victim of that tormenting and incorrigible complaint -—indigestion. How it came on me at the outset I cannot say. It 'is like waking up in the night and finding a thief in your house. How he got in you may never exactly discover—not even by the aid of the police. “What I do know is, that it annihilated my appetite and spoiled my comfort. The little I did worry down often came up again—undigested, and consequently of no advantage to me. “In fact, 1 dreaded the coming of meal time, and wished it were possible to get along without eating. But this is the horror of chronic dyspepsia —that one must eat in order to live, and that existence under such circumstances is scarcely worth having. “During all those years—about fifteen of them—l never knew what it was to be well. Of all the medicines I resorted to, and they comprised almost everything I heard of that had had the slightest hope in it, none did me any good; that is, none went to the bottom of my trouble- Any weary and hapless dyspeptic will understand what I mean.

“Some time in 1899 (just ten years ago now), I bought a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup of Mr Sept. Powell, the chemist here in Paddington. He has been long in business in this place, and can be trusted to recommend only what is good in his line.

“I need only add that the result of "my using this medicine was far beyond my hopes or dreams. Before I had finished the first bottle I wa« better, and after taking the Syrup a few weeks longer, I was cured. Yes, and really cured; for never since then has a sign of my old trouble shown itself.

“What I think of Mother Seigel’s Syrup may be inferred.”—John Bennett, 48, Begg-street, Paddington, Sydney, N.S.W., August 30th, 1899.