Mo hated to give up, Mr, Bootes did, hut had to. There was only one road for him to travel by, Just when business was so pushing at the stores, too was thie unluckiest part of it, so he ti Trade was booming, and the manager was far from wanting to be laid on his back. Let the fellows who have plenty of time on their hands—let them go into dry dock, but not a mau that begndges the very hours spent in sleep.
So our friend tried to ignore his feelings he tried, as the children say, to. "make believe" nothing ailed him. Only a bit of cold," he argued; '+I shall be all right ina.
yor two; can't afford to be laid on the elf now."
Strong tlk, hopeful talk; yet all th Mr. Arthur J. Bootes, of Wyscombe manager "of Goodwin's es, in that town, was obliged to and take to his bed with a ok of influenza.
dated January 10th, 1900, Mr. completely prostrated, "For over three day's Bootes says:—'" I was in bed for a fortnight,
I was delirious, I ached from head to foot didn't seem to be a spot in my body But it is not necessary for me to describe it its own individual pen influenza, as most people in England know what it is like from experience or observation, I ought to mention that for years before is Thad been subject toa pain in the left side, and in this particular place the influenza appeared to grip me erdest; and it left me with pleurisy in that side. At times the jain was so sharp I could not stand upright 5 examined by the Assessor, stated that he the animal be shot. Accused said the pony was too old to work and could not be put be put slept on the premises three coolies slept upstairs and there the night of the fire. ae Lo a in better condition. 'The Cour' Handed the Fere'niet ines ether colonics sleeping this pain without any permanent relief, But any per animal over to Inspector Tatty to be des- downstairs. On finding that the shop was "(the "bela in the side I was completely troyed.—On Thursday (19: h instant)! on fire he rushed downstairs and called to cured by applying a Mother Seigel's Soothing before Mr. Wong (magistrate), and Dr. the coolies to help him to put it out. The Plaster, and the same remedy cured the pains Barchet (American assessor), two men were ea: lies from upstairs helped him to throw caused by the influenza, charged with stealing a quantity of cotton rater on the burning portion, but they Now that influenza is again prevalent, I yarn valued at $38 from the Yangtsepoo could not extinguish it. They then went recommend these, plasters "as, an_outward Cotton Mill on the Sth instant. They were out and he closed the door after. Hel application, and Mother Seigel's Syrup to
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.