“KISS ME. JACK, AND LET ME GO.”

Te Aroha News, Volume XII, Issue 1785, 6 November 1895, Page 2

“KISS ME. JACK, AND LET ME GO.”

Once, long ago, I was witness to a duel in' California. The two men had been bosom friends, but hail quaralled about (of course) a woman. Splendid fellows both—young, brainy, and ambitious. As they stood in a clear space among the pine trees near. Sacramento, pale as lilies,-.steady as rocks, weapons in hand waiting for the word, the rising sun shining athwart the line of vision, they presented a picture too often seen in 1856. The pistols cracked simultaneously. One man stood erect, evidently untouched; the other fell upon his back and lay straight and still. Seconds, surgeons, and spectators rushed to his side He was all there,’ mind as well as body. ‘No, don’t disturb me,’ he said coolly to the doctor, ‘ I’m shot fatally and: shall die in- : five minutes.' Call Jack and he quick.’ Pistol in hand, his antagonist came and bent over his erstwhile chum. The excitement among the crowd was intense; the dying man alone was cal m. * Jack, my darling old boy,’ he said, ‘ forgive meandfcrgiveb.ee- Kiss me and tet me go A minute more and he was dead, with Jack lying across his body, crying like a baby. After I have told you another and very different story, I'll show wherein they teach the,same les son. There is no trr gel y i.’ this one; nevertheless it is of wider hum m interest than the other A woman had been ill more or less all her life. The details are c< m nonplace enough, and y t they will ap; ea 1 to millions who care nothing for the jealousies o" young me 'in love. ' * At tir es,’ she say?, I suffered- from pains at the back of the head, and a sense of weight, and felt tired and weary, yet it was not from work only I had a strange feeling, too, of something hanging over me, as of some (vil or danger that I could not exp 1 sin or define..; *My appetite wrs var'able; sometimes I could eat anything and again I c<-uld not touch any food at all. But I was never laid np, as it were.* Please note the last sentence. It may seem like the weakest but really is the strongest- point in tbis- lady’s statement. We wil- tdl you whvin a moan nt. She ■0 5? on: ‘ Still I wa3 often in misery, hut got f lirly well until August, 1890 when I had a severe attack of rheumatism. First the great toe of my right foot and the thumb of ray r’ght hand grew hot and painful. After a time the trouble extended to my back and hips. I could not straighten my-elf; I was almost bent double.”*'Month after month I was like this, getting little or no sleep at night. Medical treatment proved of no benefit to me. In December,. 1891, the pain almost drove me mad. My face was swollen to twice its natural size, and my eyes were so covered by the enlarged lids that I could scarcely see. There was a constant ringing in my ears, and the * doctors said I had erysipelas. ‘For d iys and days I could not walk across the floor, and for some time I was able to move about only by taking hold of the furniture or other objects. When all other means had been tried and had failed Mother Seigels’s Curative Syrup was recommended to me. A single bottle did* me a deal of good. I kept on with it, and soon was stronger and in better health than for forty years previously. I. still take an occasional dose and continue in good health * notwithstanding my age (48). and the ‘ change of life.’ I tell everybody what the Syrup has done for me, and give you permission to publish what I have said. Toms truly (Signed), (Mrs) Maby Jane Milnes, 18, Walker’s Buildings. Brewerey Lane, Thornhill Lees, near Dewsduiy, Yorkshire, Oetoke*’ 12th, 1892.’

Now for the lesson of both these incidents; what is it ? This ; that it is not people ia desperate extremities who suffer most. Pain is in proportion to the resistance to disease. _ Those who surrender, who are in despair, who give up, have present punishment largely remitted,- Dying persons are the most comfortable of all” Hopelessness and dissolution administer their own anodynes. Those who jire not laid up, who are ill, and yet wort and struggle, need pity and help. This lady was one, and to such Mother Seigel always proves a friend. - J