In a Third-Class Carriage

Manawatu Herald, 16 August 1898, Page 3

In a Third-Class Carriage

Early in February of this year (1894) I was travelling in a third-class carriage in the neighbourhood of Glasgow. At a station two women entered the compartment in which I was seated. One was a girl, gaudily dressed; the other a typical working woman. She had no hat or bonnet, and wore a stuff petticoat, with a shawl wrapped round her. She was the picture of rude, robust health. The girl asked how her companion was remarking that she had heard Bhe had been far from well. '" Deed, bat I was," responded the elder woman, " I thooht I was at deith's door." "Ah Bay, what like was the matter wi 1 ye?" " I cud dae nae work ; if I tried to wash the floor I got siccin a heart beatia', and my stomach fair turned at the sicht o' food. I went to three doctors, one ofter anither, and they gae me bottles and bottles, but it didna help me ana till a Men' tellt me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup. Wuman, in a week I was better and fin I had ta'en it a month I was a 1 richt and could eat and work well as ever." Then they went on talking of other subjects. Go where one may fie is likely to near some good said about Mother Seigel and what is done by her famous medicine. Sometimes it is in the form of a bit of passing talk like the one quoted above; and again it takes the shape of letters. fragrant with gratitude for health regained. Here is one. We hope many suffering women will see it and read it. "in August, 1992," says the writer, " I began to feel low, weak, and ailing. My appetite was bad, and what little I ate gave me much pain at the ohes f . I was constantly spitting up a dear fluid like water and I heaved and strained a good deal. At the pit of my Btomach there was a gnawing feeling, and there seemed to be a hard lamp formed in my abdomen. In any case I suffered much from pain in that region. " My breathing got to be very bad, and I wheezellasif the windpipe were clogged and stopped up. I had a hacking cough which gave me but little rest day or night and I was troubled with night sweats. The pillow my head had lain on would be wet in the morning. " In two or three weeks after the time I was taken, I was no longer able to take solid food, or indeed food of any kind. I lived for two months on milk, lime water brandy, and the like. During that time I lay he'pless in bed. " Often I would have .fainting fits, and had to be lifted up and supported in bed. I was now so weak that my friends feared there was no hope for me, and I was anointed by the priest. I had a doctor at-' tending me, but he was not successful in giving me any real relief. "In the following November, although very ill and low, I was able at times to read a little, and then it wag that I read one day about Mother Seigel's Syrup and the. wonders 'it had done for others. I sent for it, and less than half a bottle made me feel better. I had a trifle more appetite and could eat a little and retain it. So I went on with the Syrup, and when I had nsed four bottles the cough and all the other troubles left me, and soon I was well and strong as before. You are at liberty to publish my letter if you desire, for the good of others who may suffer as I did without knowing where to look for a' cure. (Signed) Mrs Honoria Brennan, 42 Great Britian Street, Cork, March 17th, 1894.' A good Utter, a cheering letter, dated on St. Patrick's Day, too. A great thing to be rid of BB&ken, but a greater thing to be rid of indigestion and dyspepsia — more poisonous than any reptile that ever crawled. And that was the dreadful ailment which gave Mrs Brennan three months of Buffering; the ailment that the Scotch women talked of in the train ; the ailment that inflicts more pain and fills up more graves than all the other ailments on earth put together. ' And yet Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup cures it as fast as people hear of it and take it. That's why we keep telling about it, and printing what everybody tells about it over and over.