The Blues

A C-raphic Description of the Dreadful Feeling. VVhat Is Meant by This Form of Acut Misery- Where Doctors Alake M istakes. When a cheerf ui, brave, light-hearted woman is suddenly plunged into that perfection of misery, the blues, it is a sad picture. It is usually this way : - She has been feeling " out of sorts" forsome time; head - ,sp_ has ached, and A k%g back also; has iL?" " ,ú slept poorly; 'Ê?' ■ (SJf) been quite nfn ■} ir nervous, and rl)tojS V,Mli nearlyiainted MM MUUJ). once or T?$?xm srv'u twice; head M 'M J MiK dizzy, and J {W heart has t S ■ beat very ' fast ; then that bearing-down feeling. Her doctor says, " checr up, you have dyspepsia; you'll be all right soon." But she doesn't get " all right. " She grows worse day by day, till all at once she realizes that a distressing female conaplaint is established. Her doctor has made a mistake. She has lost faith in him ; hope vanishes; then comeg the brooding, morbid, melancholy, everlasting blues. Her doctor, if he knew, should have told her and cured her, but he did not, and she was allowed to suffer. By chance she carne across one of Mrs. Pinkham's books, and in it she found her very symptoms described and an explanation of what they meant. Then she wrote to Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass., for advice, feeling that she was telling her troubles to a woman. Speedy relief followed, and vigorous health returned. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound instantly asserts its curative powers in all those peculiar ailments of women. It has been the standby of intelligent American women for twentv years, and the story recited above is the true experience of hundreds of women, whose letters of gratitude are to be found on file in Mrs. Pinkham's libiary.