These words were uttered with a howl—almost a yell. Yet the boy to whom they were addressed wasn't within ten feet of the howler, and wouldn't have come closer for his life. The scene was a big business office in New York, and the howler was the chief man in it. He owned the concern, and was very ich, and a decent fellow enough. Bat. somé- times he would break out like that, and how! as though he had just discovered a fire in a weder mill. You could hear him from the ent to the roof. What was the matter with him? Temporary insanity? Not quite, but something nearly as bad. He had an acute attack of gout in his toc, and at those solemn crises he couldn't bear the sight of even a shadow moving in his direction. Ask somebody who has the gout how it feels. Fancy a blacksmith twisting your toe with hot pincers while a shoemaker is thrusting a bradawl through your kneejoint. That's a little like Well, there are things not so bad as gout, yet they make us touchy enough. Here come man, for instance, who says, ' Everythis now reas a trouble to me." "What should he talk that way for? Why should everything have been a trouble to him? There isan el saying. that while we can't keep the crows in our hair. That's good sense. Butit's easy from fying, we needn't let, them, to give advice and to quote proverbs. How does a person act who suffers from boils Now, the fountain of all feeling and pain is the nerves. An hour or two of toothache is a lesson on the nervous aystem. But there are diseases (or one disease anyhow) in which all the nerves in the body seem to tingle to every sight and sound. The mind is on the look-out for evil—the man is depressed and afraid. Every word means mischief, and every bush hides an enemy. So he thinks, He knows erambopper is a burden,": what Solomon meant when he said, "The Mr, Michael McCormack is 4 railway messenger and lives in Mullingar, County West. meath, Ireland. In June, 1890, he was taken ill. His mouth tasted foul and coppery, his stomach was sour and dead, and when he forced down a little food he felt so much distress end pain after it that he was sorry hehadn't let it alone and gone hungry. -Besides this there were pains wandering through his chest, back, and sides, hurting him, biting here and there like ugly doge loose in a town. His head swam with dizziness wud he couldn't go to his work. All his ambition and ener; were gone out of him, and he would scarcely have exerted himself even if he had been suddenly promoted from the position of senger to that of station-master of the bigges station on ths railway.
After a while," he goes on to say, a dull heavy pain struck mein the back, #0 f couldn't stoop over. What I suffered from this and the other things put together, I have no words to describe. Thad six months. of it, and it was like six years. In such a cage a man takes medicines; all he is told about, This I did, without. getting any good from them, and I got weaker and weaker, Everything was a trouble to me; I couldn't 'Wear things Tused to think nothing of, "In December, 1890, just before Christmas it was, I first heard of Mother Seigel's Syruj and what it bad done in cases like mine. got a bottle from Mr. Rogers' Drug Star and before I had used all of it T felt won: fully better; and by keeping on with it a short time every pain and sche went out of me, and I was able to go about my work as well as ever Twas in my life." Tueao. feot are vouched for by H. Rogers, Eaq., Town Commissioner, Mullingar.
Now, what made messenger McCormack's nerves so sensitive, and his life so miserable for six months? Indigestion and dyspepsia the same detestable malady that does the same ill turn for millions of others, men and women, all sorts and conditions. Plenty of them will read this true and simple story, and our opinion is—founded on best of prooft—that if iey try the remedy which cured. McCormack they will come out of it as happily as he did, But the sooner the better.
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