My wife says, and rhe says that never, never again will t an invitation to eat at unr hous she once makes up her mind to anything, she sticks to it like shoemaker's wax toa bit of woollen cloth.
You sve the Smith's, man and wife, were old und intimate frie: ds of curs. We lived within a stone's throw of each other for many years, and were as thick as treacle. 'As to dur worldly estate, we were about on a level, in very moderate circumstances, Between two and three years ago Si employers sent him to America' on some business errand; he would not tell us what. A fortnight since he Curned up at howe and
or himself while h" was away.
that he had made a trifle of money Last Tuesday we had them to dinner; the best dinner my wife could get up. And it was a good one, if I do say it myself. Yet, socially, it was a failure. In the old times Smith had the appetite of arab-horse. Now he picked ant winced over the very dishes that used to be his favourites. As my wife pressed him to taste this or that, he thgoket her politely, but he didn't est, "Mrs, Smith apologised for her.hushand, and said he hed been ailing somewhat since his ret America, So the dinner ended in disappointment, and th Smiths went home said L "No," seid my wife, "She isn't il. He's proud. He Uhinks his old friends aren't. good enough for him; that's where itis. He's rich, and we are poor, and——." The worried woman here broke down and cried, and I went out for your soul!—wait a moment mith had been perfectly fran id, "Lam not the man was.—L lives high in' America, and V'm all gone pieces with inflammatory dyspepsia, and thi euclid dinner will half kill me if L eat it.
he had aid that we should have palled Unrough without a break. Why didn't he say it?
fore is a lady who does not hesitate tu tell us her experience with that wretched ailment. Miss M. J, Barton is her mans home, 56, Sorby Street, a written' statement dated "September 19th. 1900, of which the following is the sum and substance, she says that it is wow rather mote than two years since her health began to fail. At first, she thought it was only semic trivial ailment that would soon pass away, for beyond loss of appetite and a feeling of languor and weariness, there did not seem to be much the matter with her.
So she struggled on with her work as do countless thousands of brave women every day, hoping to be right again in a short But alas! her hope was short lived, for Indigestion, that demon health-destroyer, had got her. in its iron grasp and would not set lier free. Instead of getting Letter, she became worse Her tongue was now always foul avd and after taking food—no matter how she experienced such a sense of fulness and' tightness in the chest that she could scarcely breathe. 'It seemed," she says, "as if some heavy weight was resting on my chest and pressing in my ribs." Indeed her chest became so sore and painful that she could scarcely bear anything to touch it, and was almost. afraid to walk about,' the slightest jolting hurt her so.
his feeling of weight and oppression in the chest is one of the most distressing and common symptoms of Indig. red flag of the railway signalm: caution and warns of danger shead, untold pain und misery might be avoided if only we heeded these danger signals of nature, but there, whet's the good of moralizing. We don't tike warning, therefor suffer in consequence, Miss Ba: ton did fur she goes on to say "At times, I suffered intensely from wind spasms, and was constantly vomiting sour water.
Sleep no longer refreshed me, for it me in snatches and was disturbed: y ile dreams. Deprived of proper rest afraid to eat much because sure to follow, snail wonder I got so wea wud thin, that 1 was forced to in and take ed, where T stayed for six weeks. Imuring that time I vomited x quantity of the doctor seid Twas suffering from Indigestion and an ulcerated stomach. His medicine enabled me to get down stairs lut did vot cure me, for 1 still suffered great aiter esting, and was always tired an months. despairing of ever being well again, mut providentially I was led (6 try Seigel's rip, and (o that medicine alo. eis due sent gond health. Now I con cat heartily and enjoy my meals without fear of pain, and fel brighter and better in every way than T have done for over two u't_n mention his illness dinner, T don't know. He admit those who Hay cat what Sul my wife hasn't says Homer, "are is set before them.
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