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WE CAN ONLY SAY THAT HIS INITIALS ABE "J.D.”

When a woman travel* ten mile* merely to aik a few question* we may assume that her cariosity is excited. la the year 1883, a story went forth from Leverstock Green, Hemel Hempstead, Herts, which aroused great interest in all the region thereabout. People came from various directions to enquire into the matter ; what was alleged to have occured had to do mostly with one man. If the story turned out to be true some good was likely to come of it; if false, it would only put the community more on their guard against all sorts of wild rumours. Among the women who were bound to get at the foundation of it was one from St. Albans and a cook from Langley. How strangely things work out in this quee< world. Seven years have passed and the facts are now to become generally public for the first time. It appears that about the first of January, 1888, an old resident of the place above named was said, and commonly believed, to be in a dying condition, For five months an able and clever physician bad been attending him constantly, no medical man could have done more. His ailment was decided to be gont and rheumatism, which are now held to be practically the same malady differently located. Well, this began back in July, 1882. As the time ran along the patient grew worse. The doctor’s ability and experience didn’t seem to count. The sufferer’s ankles, feet, and hands become badly swollen. We all know this must have been a soary symptom beoanse that the flaids of his body (and the body is nearly all fluid any way)—instead of being carried off as they naturally should be, were flowing over their channels and inundating the parts around them, just as a stream does after heavy rains. The doctor said, the danger of this state of things lay in the faot, that when the water reached the heart or lungs it might end in sudden death. The came of dropsy is the refusal of the kidneys to carry off the water :so much is plain. But what make* the kidney strike work ? We now know the reason of that, It is because they are praotially paralysed by a poison in the blood arising from undigested food in the stomach. In' plain English, a chronic states of indigestion and dyspepsia was responsible for results whioh now threatened our unknown friend's life. It wap reported—and of it* truth there isn’t a doubt—that bis abdomen was blown like a bladder on account of the water whioh soaked all through his flesh. In conversation a few weeks ago, he said “ All my friends now looked on me as a dying man,” And reasonably enough too; for what chance is therefor a man who is gradually drowning in this way P—For that is what it was—drowning and nothing else in the world. Medicine appeared to be of no use, and the physician suggested that possibly the poor man might be benefited if he could go away from home and try the baths, mineral waters, and change of scene and air.—Bat nobody believed in that plan, and in honest truth, it is hardly likely that the wise physician belieyed in it himself. At all events the idea wasn’t put into practice. About this time the patient’s wife happened to be in the shop of a chemist at Hemel Hempstead, and he gave her a little book, a sort of small pamphlet, and said she might like to read it. She did read it, and found in it a full description of the very complaint that was fast sending her husband to his grave, and also the name of what was asserted to be a remedy for it. After some trouble she got him to consent to try it, and sent for a bottle. He began and kept it up for four months, taking twenty-six bottles altogether. At the end of that time he was a well, sound man, and is so to-day. The whole neighbourhood was amazed.—His recovery, when he had been looked upon as no better than a dead man, set tongues wagging all around the country. He now says: “ I should not have been hers now, if it had not been for Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup.” Our friend requests us not to publish his full name, bat says we may print his initials, whioh are “ J.D.” Address: Leverstock Jreea, Hemel Hempstead, Herts, He will answer letters.

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Temuka Leader, Issue 2155, 27 January 1891, Page 3

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WE CAN ONLY SAY THAT HIS INITIALS ABE "J.D.” Temuka Leader, Issue 2155, 27 January 1891, Page 3

WE CAN ONLY SAY THAT HIS INITIALS ABE "J.D.” Temuka Leader, Issue 2155, 27 January 1891, Page 3

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