SHE DREADED GOING UPSTAIRS

Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19889, 19 May 1936, Page 4

SHE DREADED GOING UPSTAIRS

WOMAN’S FEAR OF RHEUMATIC PAINS. Kruschen Brought Relief One of the many troubles that afflict rheumatic sufferers is the difficulty of getting up and down stairs. It Is sometimes such a painful business, that the unfortunate sulTerer really dreads having to use the stairs at all. Such was the case with this woman, before she started taking Kruicben, but now she flrrds It no trouble. Read what she says:— "I have been taking Kruschen now for over 12 months, a lialf-teaspoonful in hot water first thing In the morning, and I feel a new woman. I had very painful rheumatism In my knees and back and also my head was getting very bad. I used to dread walking upstairs, but now I am thankful to say It Is no trouble at all and I scarcely have any pains. I don’t diet at all except to eat more fruit than I used to, and yet my weight Is decreasing slowly, which Is all I want. I was 14 stone 4 lbs. last year, now I am 13 stone 6 lbs., and I feel better In health than I have done Tor years. Only those who have suffered as I have can know the relief it is to be free from pain.”—(Mrs.) < G.M. Two of the Ingredients or Kruschen Salts are the most effectual solvents of uric acid known to medical science. They swiftly dull the sharp edges of the painful crystals, then convert them Into a harmless solution. Other Ingredients of these Salts have a stimulating eiTect upon the kidneys, and assist them to expel the dissolved uratic needles through the natural channel. Combined with these solvents and eliminants or uric acid are still other salts which prevent food fermentation taking place in the Intestine, and thereby check the further formation of mischievous uric acid. Kruschen Salts is obtainable at all Chemists and stores at 2/6 per bottle.

smiling up his sleeve—and there was something almost sinister in his expression. CHAPTER X. At five past eight that evening, Geoffrey Matthews entered his study. Joan looked up quickly, and was about to stand up when he said: “ No, don’t worry, Miss Martin, Are you nearly through?” “Another ten minutes will see the job finished,” said Joan. Matthews nodded, and muttered thanks, but it was obvious that he was worried and preoccupied. Joan wondered whether he knew anything of the interview which his son had had with the man Jacques. All that evening she had been obsessed by the memory of that man. It was absurd, she knew, but she felt uneasy; there had seemed to be some hidden meaning In his expression. And she was intrigued by the few words which she had heard Ralph Matthews utter. It had seemed to her that Jacques had been demanding something which Matthews had not wanted to give; and Joan was sure, in her own mind, that the unpleasant-looking man knew of some means by which he could force what he wanted from Ralph Matthews. Why had Ralph seemed so upset, when, he had burst into the room? Was it possible that he was keeping something from his father, and that Jacques knowing of it, was trying to demand payment for his silence? That thought, and others, passed through Joan’s head. She felt, somehow, a keen personal interest in the Matthews. The treatment which she" had always received from the older man had made her warmly appreciative of his good points; she hated to think that he was being tricked in any way, and she was genuinely concerned because he was so obviously worried. Another thing had occurred to her. She had seen nor hfeard nothing of Mrs Matthews. Was the woman living in the house? Or had she left Geoffrey? Joan was not thinking of these ■things from a curiosity standpoint. She was genuinely concerned. A suggestion that she was interfering even mentally, in something which did not concern her would have worried her immensely. She stole a surreptitious glance at her employer as he sat in a swivelchair at his desk. Geoffrey Matthews was sitting back, and his heavy body was in repose. His features were set hard. There was something in his expression which worried Joan. He seemed to be looking at nothing; he was staring ahead of him, and no muscle of his face moved.

Joan clattered away at her typewriter until the final word was typed. She had none of the boredom which she had felt earlier in the day, and she was almost sorry when she said: “Everything is finished, Mr Matthews.” Matthews seemed to wake up with a start. “Finished? Oh, excellent, Miss Martin. I’m awfully sorry I had to detain you.” “I’m glad I* was able to help,” said Joan. There was a change in Matthewc’ expression. He leaned forward, and his voice was curiously soft. ‘‘l really believe you are,” he said, strangely. Joan was non-plussed. She could not think of any response to those words, so she kept silent. Matthews smiled again, and spoke more briskly. “You’ve had some dinner, of course ?” Joan nodded. A servant had brought her a light meal Just after she hmad arrived—at Ralph Matthews’ behest, she imagined. “Good. Er—did you -see my son, when you came?” ‘‘Mr Ralph?" asked Joßn. “I really don’t know, Mr Matthews, as T’ve never seen him, but I think it was his voice.” “It would he him.” said Matthews, and a rather strained expression crept inlo his eyes. “Was there anyone withh im?” Joan’s eyes clouded. Stic remembered the short, stout man. “Yes.” she said. “A man named I Jacques,. T believe.” Matthews went very still. His lips hardly moved. “Jacques,” he murmured, "Jacques* Whether he would have remember- I ed that stie was in Hie room, but forj 1 lie sudden inlerruptioii, Joan hardly j knew. Butt, lie telephone bell clang-| ed out. She went towards it. by force of habit, but Matthews spoke j almost harshly. "No. Leave that to me.” He picked the instrument up, and she could see that the expression on his face was one of keen anxiety. l Why? Was there more trouble with his wife? Had Ralph been doing! something which had broken the law?! They were Ihe only two theories (To be continued.)