Street, Bridgeport, and Miss Minnie Parrot boards with her. The house isan old one, but in goo order. One night early in December (1891) the two women locked all the doors and went to the theatre, leaving not a soul in the house. They left the gus burning, however, in the front parlour, At about half-past eleven they returned, and entered the house laughing and talking But as they went into the parlour the merry humour died out of them in a second. Right in the middle of the room stood a dark man of gi was concealed by @ musk, his eyes gleaming tle stature. The upper part of his face through the eyeholes in it. His shirt-sleeves were rolled up, and in one hand he carried a Tong, elf fashioned pistol, The women fled screaming from the room, and when Mr. Jennings came in five minutes later he found no one in the parlour and all the doors and windows securely locked, What was it the women saw? an American frieudy "1 had slept badly for Daringarecent period fill-health," writes
several successive nights. On the fourth of these nights about two o'clock, I was suddenly aroused from a doze by what seemed like the cadliny of my name; and at the foot of the hed stood the image of my mother just as she looked five years before, as she was leaving home to goon a journey: i journe} she was killed in a railway disaster screamed and fainted. I was foolish en to tell of it, and the local cla women gossips suid it was a summons and would never get well, Yet f did, and am in perfect health now. believe thut vision came of my weak nerves, for I've never soon it since, and i more than three years ago now,"
No doubt it was the nerves. Why, there's no end to the tricks the nerves will play off on you when your system is out of condition, In March, 1890, it was, that Mrs. Jane Foster, of Darracott Road, Pokesdown, Hants, wrote us as follows:—""7 wus 40 drendsully narcous T could not bear anyone in the room with me, yet I did not wish them far away in case Should call out for help. This was in June, 1889. Tslept very badly, and in the morning felt little the better for having gone to bed. here was often a severe pain in my head and over my. yes, and I was sick most of the time. My skin was dry and yellow, and the stomach and bowels felt cold and dead. By-and-by I hud to lie helpless in bed. The doctor said he didn't know what my complaint was, I took nothing but liquid food, and could not retain even that on my stomach.
this time Iwas nothing but skin and bone, Ay memory completely failed. My head ached so dreadfully I thought I should lose my senses, and my friends agreed that 1 would never get better.
had given up all hope, when one day Mrs. West, of Bournemouth called and askett what was taking. She told me she was herself once just as badly off, and was cured by Mother Scigel's Curative Syrap. As she seemed to have so much faith in the medicine, I tried it, and in three days I was able to walk across the room, and by the end of the week I went downstairs, Now I am as well as ever. I can eat and digest my food, and all my nervousness has left me."
The malady Mrs, Foster suffered from was indigestion and dyspepsia and nervous prostration. The original cause was grief and shock at the violent death of her husband, by accident, and the system rallied only when the Syrup had given new vigour to the indigestion and thus fed and toned the nerve:
Whatever may be your opinion of the Bridyeport ghost, it remains true that most uncanny. visions, and sounds mean noting more of less than a set of nerves all upset by indigestion and dyspepsia. Ghosts come from the inside of the person who sers them, and when Mother Seigel's Syrup does its work the eyes and ears entertain only what is natural and wholesome, (4) 22, 20se & Goo 100
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