IN AGONY AFTER MEALS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVII, Issue 14, 6 October 1906, Page 37

IN AGONY AFTER MEALS.

Edward Mayson, Napier * Indigestion for Years Thumping Sick Headaches His Wliole Health Wrecked To-day Strong as Any Man Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. “For ten years and more it was hard for me to know what to eat and what not to eat,’’ said Mr. Edward Mayson, of Kafflesstreet, Napier. “Every few months 1 S°t a bad fit of Indigestion that made life not worth living. I was never free from pain for three or four hours after every meal. I was sore and aching all over, and my head was splitting the whole day. For weeks on end, I was as miserable as a man could be. The last attack I had was last winter twelve-month. After 1 bad been in agony for three months, I tried Dr. Williams* Pink Pills. Inside a month they set me right, and I have never had any trouble with my stomach from that day to this.’’ Mr Edward Mayson has lived pretty well all his life in Napier, since coming to this colony from in the early eighties. He is a bootmaker by trade, and his shop is in Market-street, off Emersonstreet, just near the Trades Hall. He has been one of the local leaders in the Reform Movement, and has always been highly respected even by those who opposed him most strongly in politics. Mr Mayson has been a teetotaller all his life, and has worked harder than any other man in the district in tbe Temperance cause. His fellow citizens in Napier describe him as a plain-spoken man of the highest honour — and his word is as good as his bond throughout Hawke’s Bay. “When a man gets on for GO, he can’t grumble if his teeth go—and I blame that for all my trouble,” said Mr Mayson. “Besides I am cooped up in the shop all day, and hardly get a chance to stretch my legs. For some years, I never felt really fit. There was always a sort of half-sick feeling about one. As soon as I took something that disagreed with me, my stomach went back on me altogether. I was never able to tackle my food with any relish. Everything tasted pretty well the same to me. If I forced myself to eat a bit of breakfast, I fetched up gas all the morning. The taste in my mouth was as bitter as gall. Down in my stomach, there was a queer heavy feeling—not exactly a pain, but just as bad or worse. All my food seemed to turn to lead, and it lay on my chest like a ton weight. Sometimes the pain was as much as I could stand. It was worst of all just at the end of my breast bone, and it wont clean through to my shoulder blades. Often a smothering feeling came over me. It was all I could do to get my breath. “This used to pass off after two or three hours—but the whole thing started again with the next meal. I felt like going straight from the table to bed. I got too sleepy to keep -my eyes open. The strange thing was that I could never sleep well when I did go to bed. For hours I tossed aud turned. As soon as I dropped off to sleep, I started to dream—and then woke up with my head aching and a miserable feeling all over mo. Next morning 1 got up worn out and wretched. Every bone in my body was aching. My shoulders were stiff and sore, and there was a dull dragging pain, across the small of my back. I was worse in the mornings, and felt too bad-tempered to speak to anyone. If anything went wrong in the shop, it put me out of humour for the whole day. The fact was, I had no right to be at work. I was just able to drag along. Often 1 couldn’t even do that. When one of my thumping sick headaches came on, I had to give up work and lie down for the rest of the day. “It is no wonder that I was always sick, for my bowels never worked right,” added Mr Mayson. “It was plain, too, that there was something wrong with my kidneys. My blood must have been full of bile. For days at a time 1 always felt that I was on the point of throwing up. Then, all of a sudden, the blood ruibcd to my face, and the

.weat poured uiT me. A uiUt c.uie over my eyes, aud luy head started to swim. My heart stopped beating, and 1 fell iuto the nearest chair. I mind one day going up to Brewster-.treet, here In Napier, when one of these attacks eame on without any warning. 1 couldn’t go another step, mid had to grab hold of the fence to save myself from falling. It was like going off iuto a dead faint. That weak heart gave me a bigger fright than anything else. "An attack like this always wore me down till 1 was nothing but a wreck," Mr Maysun went ou to say. "I dropgu-d weight, and got too weak to take any Interest in my work. The last time, this sort of thing went on for three moutlrs—and then I made up my mind to try Dr. Williams’ I’init Pills. I was one of those men who don’t believe in medicines you read about in the paper—but 1 soon learned that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills were not any common medicine. After the second box. I started to be hungry for my meals, and I didn't mid my food disagree with in> half as much. After 1 finished the fourth box, I never hail another dizzy turn—and my health was perfect liefore I had finished the half dozen boxes. The best of it is that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pilis cured me for good—for I never felt better in my life than 1 have this last two years.” Remember, Dr. Williams’ Pink Phis for Pale People actually make now blooJ—nothing more. They do not act on the bowels. They do not tinker with mere symptoms. No other medicine strikes at the root of disease as they do. They have cured the worst eases of Diver Tnv.bts, Indigestion, Neuralgia, Kheuiuatism, Sciatica, General Weakness, Paralysis,’ Li comotor Ataxia, and even Consumption. Dr. Williams’ Pink Dills are also good in a special way for the secret blood troubles that ruin the regular health of growing girls and women. If you are not sure wadlier Dr. Williams' Pink Pills arc suited u> your own ease, write for free medical advice to the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co., Wellington. From the same address you can order the genuine Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills al 3/ a box, or six boxes 16/6, post fiee.