The Lady Still Has the Rings.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVIII, Issue III, 18 January 1902, Page 136

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 eome 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) runs thus: —■ "About two years ago—this being the 13th February, 1900, as I am writing at my home, 59, Faveaux-street, Sydney, N.S.W.—whilst living at Lismere, Richmond lliver, I became suddenly and wholly unexpectedly ill. "I was weak and listless; I ceasetl to care for anything. 1 was soon unable to work; indeed, I even lacked the energy to move. 1 scarcely slept of nights; and such a nasty taste in the mouth in the. morning! No one who hps not known that taste has any idea how sickening and abominable it is. "And, worse still, I began losingflesh, ami the process went on until I was a miserable, half-starved looking creature. When the ailment, whatever it was, attacked me 1 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 in w eight. "In hope to overcome this by sheer force of will, if possible, 1 sometimes forced food down and, so to speak, held it there by resolving it should stay there. 'This I did, knowing that 1 must digest or die. "However, the plan was a failure. The result was excruciating pains across the chest and through the shoulders. So aeute 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; 1 don’t believe it was. Anyhow, his medicines did me no more good than the medicines of the Lismore doctors. "My friends thought I was going to die, and I thought so too. My mother, when I was leaving Wyalong, told me she knew 1 would not live, and she would never see me again on this earth. ■ “Her prophecy, poor soul! was correct.; only it was she who died, while I am—thanks to Mother Scigel’s Syrup—still living, and (the crowning blessing!) well and strong. “I had used three or four bottles before I was sure it was helping me, .vet 1 persevered, taking it regularly, and in six months the disease was gone as completely as though it had never existed. “To show yon how despairing I was at one time, T actually told my husband how I would like certain rings, etc., disposed of when I should be no more. “Thanks be to a merciful Providence. I .vet keep them, and enjoy good health —which is better than gold.”