The Lady Still Has the Rings.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVIII, Issue I, 4 January 1902, Page 9

The Lady Still Has the Rings.

That Mrs Beatrice Wilson had. a most wretched and unhappy time we can well believe. The plain facts, as she sets them forth, leave no room for doubt on that point. She thinks the doctors were all in the fog; the Wyalong doctor in particular. As for myself, I would hardly go so far as to say that. A man may know a road without having the strength to walk on it, and a doctor may recognise a disease without having the power to cure it. Examples of this we come across every day. Yet sick people are always in a hurry to get well, and, therefore, impatient of all slow and poky ways of making well. Possibly sometimes an unreasonable, but ever a natural feeling. Mrs Wilson’s own account (clearly

and forcibly written) rune thus:—. “About two years ago—this being thd 13th February, 1900, as I am writing at my home, 59, Faveaux-street, Sydney, N.S.W. —whilst living at Usmere, Richmond River, 1 became suddenly and wholly unexpectedly ill. “I was weak and listless; I cease<( to care for anything. I was soon unable to work; indeed. I even lacked the energy to move. 1 scarcely slept of nights; and such a nasty taste in t-he mouth in the morning! No one, who has not known that taste has any idea how sickening and abominable it is. “And. worse still, I began losing flesh, and the process went on until I was.a miserable, half-starved looking creature. When the ailment, whatever it was, attacked me I was wellnourished and robust. “But when I explain that no food whatever would remain on my stomach (no sooner down than up again?, you will understand the reduction iu weight. “In hope to overcome this by sheer force of will, if possible, I sometimes forced food down and, so to speak, held it there by resolving it- should stay there. This I did, knowing that I must digest or die. “However, the plan was a failure*. The result was excruciating pains across the chest and through the shoulders. So acute were these pains that, they made me think what- a sharp rheumatic attack must be like. “At this time I went to Wyalong with my husband; and there also I was nearly dead with the same symptoms. The Wyalong doctor said my stomach was ulcerated: I don't believe it was. Anyhow, his medicines did me no more good than the medicines of the Lismore doctors. “My friends thought 1 was going to die, and I thought so too. My mother, when I was leaving Wyalong, told me she knew I would not live, and she would never see me again mi this earth. “Her prophecy, poor soul! was correct; only it was she who died, while! 1 am—thanks to Mother Seigel’S Syrup—still living, and (the crowning blessing!) well and strong. “1 had used three’ or four bottles before 1 was sure it was helping me, yet I persevered, taking it regularly, and in six months the disease was gone as completely as though it had never existed. “To show you how despairing 1 wan at one time, I actually told tuy husband how I would like certain rings, etc., disposed of when I should be no more. 1 “Thanks be to a merciful Providence, I yet keep them, and enjoy gootl health —which is better than gold.” ,