What Makes Them Cry ?

Manawatu Herald, 5 April 1898, Page 3

What Makes Them Cry ?

.. ♦ You have a very sore finger, let us say. It may be a hurt, a boil— o\ worse still, that fearful painful thing, a felon. Oh, mv ! oh. my ! What a time yoa have been trying to protect that poor fiuger. It is all the limo getting hit or knocking against something Simply to keep it out of harm s way worries yoa more than doing a aays work ; nnd you don't succeed— and wonldn t even with a dozen policemen to he p you. You are scared of a fly threatening to light OH it. ,

That is the principal on which Mrs Elizaberth Allr-n couldn't bear the least noise. She had co sore finger, but she had what was still more sensitive— a body full of sore nerves ; weak, starved, unstrung nerves. So the prattle of children, the closing of a door, the momentary roar of a waggon in the street, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen the thousand and one sounds and noises that are in the air constantly—why, the smallest of them struck her like a blow from a club. Noises which are not regarded by a well person are like volleys of musketry to one irt this condition Millions of women know all about it, and plenty of men too — crowds of them. You recognise them on sight — those who are subject to this affliction. Their lined foreheads, their bright, suspicious eyes, their self-protecting gestures and manner— you have seen them. Perhaps you are one of them yourself. If so, you'd give all your money and mortgage your future to have a stronger set of nerves, wouldn't you? Let's talk about it two minutes, first quoting the lady's letter, which is dated May 11th, 1893, and written from her home, 263, Syston Street, Leicester. " For many years," she say 3, " I suffered from indigestion and weakness. After mea's I had a great pain at my chest. Every few days I had an attack of sick headache, and had to be constantly lying down on the couch ; I strained and heaved a good deal, and spat up a -sour nauseous fluid. As time went on I got very., weak and nervous, and could'nt bear thy least noise. " I took all sorts of medicines and consulted doctors, but nothing did me much good. Later o J n I came to hear of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and after taking it a short time the disease left me, and I was able to relish and digest my food. Owing to the virtu • cf this remedy I now keep in good health. (Signed) Elizabeth Allen." And here is Mr \V. Nash, who says : " For fully ten years I suffered from periodic attacks of billiousness. At times a severe headache, preceded by excessive d owsines9; at other times vomiting, and retching for a whole day ; at other times sleeplessness, pain in the, chest, side, and stomach, coated tongue and bad breath— that wa3 the way it acted with me. I grew very melancholy, and was not able to follow my business. I consulted doctors and tonics, dkc, but they only made me worse. "I had constantly heard of your wonderful remedy, Mother Seigel's Syrup, but didn't believe in it. Then I read in Wit and, Wisdom of a case like mine that the Syrup had cured ; so I tried it, and the first bottle acted like magic. The pains left me the first week, I repeated my food no more, and in a month all my ills were gone. Bless Mother Seigelfor ever, I say. — Yours gratefully, (signed) W. Nash, 331, Goswell Road, E.C., London, October 2nd, 1893." Now, where is there room enough on paper to sufficiently praise a medicine that will do what this one did for these two good friends of ours ? All pain, remember, is nervous pain, and in the above case it was the foul and inflamed stomach which, by stopping digestion, s arvd the nerves and made them cry out, What won't cry out when it is starved ? Babies will, men will, women will, nerves will. Mother Seigel's medicine set the stomach in orde.T and pave the nerves some food. Then what ? Why, quiet comfort, strength, rest, enjoyment. "Bless Mother Seigel," indeed.

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It Was Not a Natural Hump. Ho got out of his wagon in front ol a Woodward avenue clothing store and said to tht) floorwalker, who mot him at the door: "I'm thinkin some of buyiu a suit of clothes. D'ye think they kin fit too here?" "Oh, certainly! Take the elevator, " was the reply. When a salesman came to look him over, the case- , was different, however. Ho noticed t lint the fanner had a largo and decided hump between his shoulders, and after a little- ho made bold to sny: "It will bo hard work to got aa exact fit on account of your misfortuno, but I'll do the- best I can." "What misfortin?" was the query. " Why, that hump. It makes it very bad, you see." ? "That hump? Oh, you kin take that off! Jest reach up your hand and pull It out. That's no nateral hump, but a turnip the 010 woman crowded in under my vest." _ "So it is," exclaimed the clerk as he brought it out to view. "Why on earth are you wearing that nround?" "Sho put it in thar to make mo remember that I was to buy a fine comb. Here, writo it down before I forgit it. That's it — f-i-n o c-o-m-b — fine comb, and now I'll put tho slip in my vest pocket and shove- the turnip down my boot leg to make mo remember the slip!" — Detroit Free Press.