She Would Have Her Way.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVII, Issue VII, 17 August 1901, Page 299

She Would Have Her Way.

(A Lesson for some men in Trade.)

Should one yield to the wishes of others, or insist upon having his own wav?

It depends; there is no rule to go by. Differing in opinion as to which was right on a certain point, Mrs Towan and a chemist of her city had a debate. It ended in a victory for the lady—as was just and proper. The time was the early part of 1899. She had been ill for a considerable period, and wanted help as the hart panteth after the water brooks. She was languid and weary; she had lost her energy, and could not bear the sight of food. She had been losing flesh too, and at this time was positively emaciated, her friends hardly recognised her for the plump, bright woman of a few months earlier. They said little to her, but talked about it among themselves.

“My nerves were so shaken, and my hands so tremulous, that I could scarcely lift anything to my mouth,’’ she says.

“You must understand that since I was a girl of thirteen I had always suffered more or less from indigestion, and that bane of women’s lives —constipation. I was also a victim to neuralgia, but my troubles did not begin in serious earnest until after Christmas, 1898. From that date onwards all things were alike sad and dark to me.

“Oh, yes; I tried all sorts of treatment and of medicines —pills, tonics, and doctors’ prescriptions, but they all came to nothing. I wondered, as ill people often wonder, whether there is as much wisdom and learning in the so-called healing art as we have been led to think. “Anyway, I seemed none the better for it, and a more depressed and discouraged woman could not, probably, have been found in Melbourne the day I picked up the little Mother Seigel book that somebody had left under our door. “I read the book, or rather, I scanned it in an idle, listless way, until my eye lighted upon a case like my own. I read that, and then, weak as I was, I struggled off to the chemist’s. I might have sent, but had an impulse to go myself. Lucky I did. “I want a bottle of Mother Seigel’s Syrup, I said.

“ ‘Oh, no,’ he cried, ‘don't take that; I will give you something better.’

“My friends had often recommended me to use Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and so I told the chemist.

“ ‘I will have Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and nothing else in your shop!’ I fairly shouted in his ears.

“Then he surrendered. How often since then have I thanked Heaven for my firmness. After a few doses I began to feel better. I could eat with a true relish, and digest easier.

After taking only two —just fancy that!—only two bottles, I was thoroughly well—no neuralgia or dyspepsia, and none since. “But I buy my Mother Seigel’s Syrup at the grocer’s now. - '—Mrs E. Towan. 52, Sutton-euett. Hotham Hill, Melbourne, Yictoria, December 13th, 1899.