That marriage is not always successful is within the knowledge of all. Some of us have that uncomfortable fact pretty constantly before us, with practical illustrations; while others, more fortunate, are made aware of it only by the newspapers and an occasional unguarded remark by some married friend; as in the case of a stockbroker, at the time Turkey repndixted her debt, who, on being asked what he thought of Turkish boyds, replied that he Fess there had been some jarring note in referred them to marriage bonds. Doubt-
that stockbroker's home before he started for his office that day, or ho would vever have made so unbusinesslike a remark. Nevertheless, marriage asa social insti tion is not a failure. OF that. positive proof. It is of the failures that we hear so much; of the innumerable happy marriages we hear little or nothing, When once marriage fails from ineompatibility of temper, it tale oh least ten times alth. What lover of fiction
ickens—will not recall the picture of is the.mirror of truth when told David Copperfield and his consumptly child-wife, Dora, whose form grow lighter on disarm day by day? {There is no more thetic incident in. imaginative literature.
infortunately, it has far teo often its counterpart in real life. Here is a narrative of fact which might easily enough have resembled it; but the tragedy was happily averted, and it isa case of all's well that ends well. We will let Mrs. Emma Bason, of Bayston Hill, nest Shrewsbury, speak for herself, Shortly after my marriage," says this lady, in a sworn declaration made on 11th January, 1902, ' I began to droo} and fade. A sort of languor and tired feeling was the first bad sign, then my food began to disagree with me, After the lightest meal, I felt as if I had eaten three much, and the weight at my pain between the shoulders, were' almost unbearable. Next. my xp: petite left me altogether, and unless it was s-mothing light and tempting, I ate next to nothi T suen began t lose flesh, and ahortid, sinking fainting, feeling was constantly with me. My nights were restless, and T often lay twisting and turning the night through. F dwindled away to a shadow, and remember asking the doctor what it was that made me feel so weak. He gave me no direct answer, but said it was not to be wondered at, and later asked me whether any of my family were consumptive." Ominous question that "As if I had not already enough to bear, a pain now set tied in my forehead and ran right across the eyebrows, making me feel sick and dizzy. Wind in the region of the heart, too, sorely tried me, causing it to palpitate, and at times quite interfering with my respiration "One day, my own sister brought me two bottles of Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup 'Now,' said she, you must leave off doctoring' and take this.' I asked her if she was going to kill me outright, but she insisted upon my trying it, and from that day I began to recover." It wasa Jong and weary conralescene-, during which time I took several bottles of your Syrap, but from the Grst I began to eat a little, and what I took gave ime strength and encouragement, One by one the many bad symptoms lof ne. I grew stronger and. increased in weight, until day, n9 one would take me to be the same my health was completely restored. To. woman. T give all the praise to Mother Scigel's Curative Syrup, which was the means of resteming me to heath and strength, who all hope of my recovery was abandoned."
It would not be easy to find a more interesting case of ill-health threatening the happiness of a marriage, the impending calamity so fortunately averted.
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