Two Hours in a Cell.

Manawatu Herald, 16 August 1904, Page 3

Two Hours in a Cell.

Bfr r u j won( ]er how a fellow fells locked up in there,” said tne writer to the governor of a big prison,, as we were peeping into a cell through the grated iron door, ~ , . If you want a taste of it 111 lock you Up for a couple of hours,” answered the governor pleasantly, “All right, go ahead." I stepped inside and he locked the door with a clang, and left me. No sound, no view, nobody to talk to. I lay down on the iron cot and wondered when they would take me out and hang me ; or whether I was likely to get a new trial. At the end of the second hour the governor released me. “ Had enough ? he asked. “ Quite enough,” I answered And yet I would rather tskc s. month of that sort of thing than endure the long illness that befell Mrs S. A. Bradshaw, of ri2, Gipps Street, Codingwood, Melbourne, so clearly depicted Jn her letter of December 15th, I9p3* “ Five years ago," says Mrs BradshaWf 11 1 was thought to be lying at death’s door. I was then at that critical age when a great change takes ’ nlafifl in the live of every woman. My SSus prostration was so extreme SBnone"of my friends believed it pa* sible for me to survive. The illness was not of sudden origin ; it had come on by slow, almost imperceptible, deI have experienced more trouble and worry than usually falls to the lot of one to bear, having lost several of my children, to say noth ,n g of other domestic bereavements. These repeated blows had shaken my nervous system to the centre, I suffered excruciating pain in every part of my body ; I could not eat; and was nearly distracted for want of sleep. “ During mydoog dl ness I was attended by two clever doctors; but despite their unremitting care and attention to my case I experienced no relief whatever. I was equally unfortunate in the result I obta A on l taking patent medicines. Though I triad a, great number of them, in no Sahel did ! derive the least benefit. At last I came to think (and every member of my family , sbared m y opinion) that nothing could save me, that my time in this world was near US “ Q Sag the numerous so-called remedies to'which I had resorted m my endeavour to get back ray health, Mother Seigel’s Syrup was not included. What should have been first came last. When I was at my worst my husband heard from a friend that Mother Seigel s Syrup was a wonderful medicine, known and esteemed all over the world as a sure cure for biliousness and all diseases of the digestive system {m which lay the origin of much of my illness). Accordingly he obtained a bottle at the store, and persuaded me to try what it would do for me. Discouraged by my long failure to obtain relief I at first declined, b«t eventually yielded and took it; not tha I had any frith in it, but merely to please him. I was all the more astonished, therefore at receiving benefit from the very -first dose. This so much encouraged '•me I hat I resolved to persevere with the medicine, and took it regular y. My distrust was now changed confidence In a short time I rose from says'that Seigel’s Syrup saved me from the grave and I believe so too. Ksease, and debility resulting from ' disease, are the cruellest of gaolers,

they will never voluntarily release their victims- But let the prisoner cry out for help to Mother Seigel, and she will quickly give them freedom from their toils, with health rnd strength into the bargain;