Four Hours too Late.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XV, Issue 4746, 13 June 1894, Page 3

Four Hours too Late.

"Oh, God! if I could recall the past three or four hours. See what troubles n man may oriug upon himself all in a moment."

Mr Jnuu's Cnrliss nml Mr C. S. Dennett, both of San Francisco, bad been intimate friends for years. Last summer they quaarelled for the lirst time, each accusing the oilier of wrong. Better thoughts prevailed, and they were reconciled. But you can't undo what is once done. Memory kept the rccord.ou her slate. They avoided each oilier in ! much as possible. Still, living as neighhours, men must meet some time. These two met in the street. • The quarrel was renewed. Bitter words Hew fast and thick, and Curtis, beside himself with rage, drew his pistol and shot Beimel t dead on the spot. Later in the day he used the above language—so laden with self-reproach and sorrow. Yet, how useless, how hopeless, how vain. But was Curtis right in saying that trouble, may come all in a moment ? True, it often seems so, but is there not a deeper fact which we don't sec ? It matters nothing what the nature of the trouble is, Therefore let us consider a different case on the same principle. An intelligent woman says:—" In October, 1890,1 had annttaelt of illness from which I never expected lo recover. I had aching pains all over me and a cough that nearly shook me to pieces. I obtained no good sleep night or day.nnd had to take to my bed. I was fed with liquor food from an invalid's cup, for I could not raise myself in bed. My heart fluttered so you could hear it beat on the pillow, and often pains struck through it ns though somebody had stabbed me. I.lay perfectly helpless and could scarcely breathe. A doctor attended me over a mouth, but I grew weaker and weaker. Sometimes at night I was so bad he feared I would not live till morning, He called in a consulting physician and both agreed that my condition was critical. I was fed with brandy to keep mo alive. Mr husband and daughter stayed with me almost constantly. None of the .medicines administered had any effect. I was almost at death's door.

" At this limoMrsKceliug,ofMutlcy, near Plymouth, a friend of mine, urged me lo try a medicine called Mother Scigel's Curative Syrup. I procured a bottle, nud after n few days I was able to take and digest sufficient food to give me some strength, ami tho worst symptoms were greatly abated. After having used six bottles of (lie Syrup my health was completely restored, and I have since jdt tetter tkn for t/ic preuiont (dirty j/coh,' My two daughters have also been cured of indigestion by it. I will gladly answer any enquiries." (Signed) Mrs Louise Jackson, ])uj|tiers' Arms Hotel, Bridge Road, Hammersmith, Louilon, January lltli, 1802. In (he letter from which'the above is an extract, Mrs Jackson further says that for over twenty years beforo tho attack of October, 18110, sliohad suffered from a disordered stomach and liver. She had had a bad taste in the mouth, a poor appetite, and what little she ate gave her pain, She felt dull, languid, and tired, and had a miserable sinking feeling in the stomach, great pain in the, chest and sides, palpitation, giddiness, oiirf fitqiicnthi fell in the street, and had to k asmkd liomc

So vc perceive that inker case ut cause loii(j in operation, nt Inst produced the crisis which came ucar ending her life. It is always thus, whether we recognise the cause or not; The crime committed by Curtis was the sudden passionate net of a mau who allowed thoughts of link ami vengeance totakc possesi&tOH of his niiud and breed the condition which Pllo murder possible, In the very different case of this lady's illness it was an enemy.of her body, indigestion uud dyspepsia, which nt length, broke outiufo violence, The lesson is the Mime. Watch tlio beginning of pvij and check it wlu'lo yet it may bo easily controlled.