HATED ALL FOOD.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 2, 13 January 1906, Page 43

HATED ALL FOOD.

A Martyr to Indigestion. Janies Walden, Wellington. Suffered for Three Years. * His Whole Health Wrecked. Back in His Old Form Again. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. “Three years ago my stomach, started to play the mischief with me and tho sjght of dinner turned me sick,’* said Mr James Walden, who was born in Wellingto in 1841, and whose home Is there to this day at 60, Tory-st.. “For two years I was as miserable as a man with Indigestion could be. Every meal left me with a dull, boring pa-.n ua«?r my breast bone. Ofteh a single mouthful turned me dizzy, and left me with a splitting bilious headache for the rest of the day. The wind gathered round my heart, and clogged it till I could hardly catch my breath. If I started out from home to the Post Office, I would have to stop two or three times to rest. In a few months I lost nearly two stone. My constitution began to break up, and my eyesight started to go. Nothing did me the good till I gave Dr. Williams' !: Piuk Pills a trial. When I finished the sixth box, I was back again in my old healthy form. For the past .18 months I have.ubeen able to oat whatever took my I have not had a sign of Indigestion all that time.” Mr James Walden, who makes this state meat, is one of the oldest identities of Wellington. He holds a modal for active .service in the Maori war, and another volunteer medal as a crack rifle shot. He is also one of the keenest rowing mon in New Zealand, and, in his younger days, was a brilliant- oarsman, lie was one of the crew that won the Shaw Saville Cup, two years on end. During his G 5 years in New Zealand, he has .made friends in nearly every town in the colony. Wherever he has been, he is known as a straight man, as honest as the sun. There is no one in Now Zealand who can call his word in question when he says that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cured his Indigestion after everything else failed. “For some- time my blood had been in a bad state,” said Mr Walden. “Everything I ate disagreed with me. Even a mouthful of potato turned sour on my stomach, and came back on me inside half an hour. 1 went dean off my food. The smell of dinner cooking turned me sick. Whenever I forced myself to eat a little, it made me want to vomit. There was always a beastly taste in my mouth. My tongue was dirty, and my breath was so bad that I was ashamed to speak to anyone. If I bad anything to eat that day. I never knew when I would start to. belch wind in a person’s face. Dieting did me no good. Then I tried all sorts of pills — but they only made me worse. My bowels wore always irregular, and my health was all upset. “Months went on, and I only got worse. There was a sore spot under my shoulder blades, and r~could never get rid of the pain from it, day or night. Every mouthful I swallowed seemed to stick half way down and “turn to lead. The pain in my chest was often more than I could stand. My back ached from one day’s end to another. Half a cup of tea turned my head dizzy and set everything swimming around me. Many a time I hail to grab the verandah post, or the nearest thing that was handy, to save myself from falling. When this sick feeling came, over me. I would have given anything to vomit. My stomach must have been in a dreadful state. Whatever I ate turned to bile and wind. When the wind got round my heart, it nearly stopped beating. It was all I could do to catch my breath at times. If I walked 500 yards I was simply gasping. I used to think that 1 would peg out with Heart Dipease without an hour’s warning. “Every morning I got up feeling wretched and miserable,” Mr Waldon went on “I was as tired as if I had just done a hard day’s graft. Three mornings out of five I started off with a sick bilious headache. When this went on week after week, I began to lose heart. Everything seemed to be going against me. All day long I was dull and drowsy. People worried me, and I never wanted to talk, even to my best friend. At night I tossed about for hours. My nerves went wrongs and 1 lost ujIX grip of myself. Every week I jyas .-loping in weight and strength. At -sight gave way. In a few .mouths- I , wW half blind. I had an awful dread of- falling down. Often I • had to grope myway^idyngby hanging on to the was aimtSst too iyeak to walk. A few ?sjeps 1«A me breathless, : with a piercing’tpjitnj In' Many l a thne 1 thought I the street. z > ■ . “This Is the state I was in when I started Dr; William#* Fink rills,” added Mr Walden. “1 had no sooner finished tho

second box than I started to pull myself together. I began to get down-right hungry for my meals. From that on, every dose of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills did me good. I could eat what I liked without fear of bile or wind. The pain in my chest and under my shoulder blades cased up. I got back all my old strength, and my sight grew dear again. In eighteen months I haven’t had u single headache or backache. Best of all, my heart hasn’t givqn me an anxious thought from that day to this. Six boxes of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cured me for good.” Just as surely as they cured James Walden’s Indigestion, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills can cure biliousness, headaches, sideaches, backaches, kidney trouble, lumbago, rheumatism, sciatica, neuralgia, nervousness, general weakness, and the special secret ailments of growing girls and women. All these ailments come from bad blood — and Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills actually “make” new blood. That one thing is all they do, but they do it well. They don’t act on the bowels. They don’t bother with mere symptoms. They go right to the very cause of disease in tho blood, and cure -’’that.” But you must insist on getting the same kind as cured Mr Walden. Sold by all retailers and the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co., Wellington, at 3/ a box, or six boxes 16/C, post free. Write for free medical advice.