The Blackpool Herald. — 1893-07-14 (Blackpool, Lancashire, England)

FOUR HOURS TOO LATE.  "Oh, God! if I could recall the past three or four hours. See what trouble a man may bring upon himself aU in a moment." Mr. James Curtis and Mr. C. S. Bennett, both cf San Francisco, had been intimate friends for years. Last summer they quarrelled for the first time, each amusing the other of wrong. Better thoughts prevailed, and they were reconciled. But you can't undo what is once done. Memory kept the record on her slate. They avoided each other as much as possible. Still, living as neighboars, men must meet some time. These two met in she street. The quarrel was renewed. Bitter words flew fast and thick, and Curtis, beside himself with rage, drew his pistol and shot Bennett dead on the spot. Later in the day he used the above language—so laden with self-reproach and sorrow. Yet how useless, how hopeless, how vain I But was Curtis right in saying that trouble may come all in a moment? True, it often seems so, but is there not a deeper fact which we don't see? It matters nothing what the nature of the trouble is. Therefore let us consider a different case on the same principle. An intelligent woman says :—" In October, 1890, I had an attack of illness from which I never expected to recover. I tad aching pains all over me and a cough that nearly shook me to pieces. I obtained no good sleep night or day, and had to take to my bed. I was fed with liquid food from an invalid's cup, for I could not raise myself in bed. My heart fluttered so you could hear it best on the pillow, and often pains struck through it as though somebody had stabbed me. I lay perfectly helpless and could scarcely breathe. I A doctor attended me over a month, but I grew weaker and weaker. Sometimes at night I was so bad he feared I would not live till morning. He called in a consulting physician and both agreed that my condition was critical. I was fed with brandy to keep me alive. My husband and daughter stayed with me almost constantly. None of the medicines administered had any effect. I was almost at death's door.  ;1;11. time Mrs. Keeling, of Motley, near Plymouth, a friend of mine, urged me to try a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup. I procured a bottle, and after a few days I was able to take and digest sufficient food to give some strength, and the worst symptoms were greatly abated. After having used six bottles of the Syrup my health was completely restored, and I have since felt belter than for the previous thirty years. My two daughters have also been cored of indigestion by it. I will gladly answer any enquiries." (Signed) Mrs. Louise Jackson, Builders' Arms Hotel, Bridge-road, Hammersmith, London, January 14th, 1892. In the letter from which the above is an extract, Mrs. Jackson further says that for over twenty years before the attack of October, 1890, she had suffered from a disordered stomach and liver. She had a bad taste in the mouth, a poor appetite, and what little she ate gave her pain. She felt dull, languid, and tired, and had a miserable sinking feeling in the stomach, great pain in the chest and sides, palpitation, giddiness, and frequently fell in the street and had to he assisted home. "  So w e perceive that in her case a cause, long in operation, at last produced the crisis which came near ending her life. It is always thus, whether we recognise the cause or not. The crime committed by Curtis was the sudden passionate act of a man who allowed thoughts of hate and vengeance to take possession of his mind and breed the condition which made murder possible. In the very different case of this lady's illness it was an enemy of her body, indigestion and dyspepsia, which at length broke out into violence. The lesson is the same. Watch the beginning of evil and check it while yet it may be easily controlled.  Wife: "A man is a fool to have anything to do with a lottery." Husband: "You hit it then. Fin still kicking myself for marrying  FARMERS Will find ready sale for their well fed Picks at