Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 November 1885 — BETTER THAN A GOLDEN LEG. [ARTICLE]

BETTER THAN A GOLDEN LEG.

“Miss Kilmansegg and her golden leg," will never be forgotten so long as the genius of Thomas Hood, with all his gentle humor and tender pathos is remembered, but it is doubtful if any one will ever envy the heroine of that poem her unique limb, which brought with it so many misfortunes. In this prosaic age a good strong leg of flesh, bone, and muscle is much to be preferred, whether its possessor be a professional pedestrian or a solid unassuming citizen.

It is to this last class that Mr. M. P. Schrock, of 67*2 West Lake street, Chicago, belongs. Mr. Shrock is a well-known dry goods merchant, and counts himself fortunate in having a pair of good strong legs. For one of his legs he has a peculiar regard, as he came near losing it through rheumatism. Athlophoros saved it for him, however, and for that invaluable remedy he now cherishes an almost equal regard. The story is well told by Mr. Schrock in his own words:

“During the Spring of 18811 was stricken with rheumatism in its very worst form, and was confined to my bed entirely helpless for about four weeks. My leg pained me so intensely that I could not let it rest on the bed without some support. So I had a pulley attached from the ceiling and to that a sling was fastened. I could rest my leg in this, changing the height, and in that manner I managed to obtain some little relief. During the four weeks I lay in bed I tried many remedies without avail. Finally I made a change and employed physi - cians. They tried their very best to give me relief, but could not. Instead of getting better, I was growing worse. “My doctor finally decided that it would be necessary to make an incision in my thigh, and if there was not a marked improvement in my condition from that operation, that amputation of my leg would be required. This, as you may well imagine, discouraged and disheartened me beyond measure. About this time my wife noticed in a Richmond, Ind., paper, for which we subscribe, the name of a personal friend who had been cured by the use of Althophoros. She called my attention to it, and I said at once, ‘Get a bottle and try it.’ She bought a bottle, the doctor was discharged and we began using it immediately. I experienced great relief in the first few doses. In two days after I began with the medicine I was in my store attending to my business, and I have not been troubled with rheumatism since.” “How much Athlophoros did you use for this remarkable cure, Mr. Schrock?” “About one and a third bottles. The remaining two-thirds of a bottle is still unused at my house.” “Don’t you think it was a very quick cure for so bad a case?” was asked. “I certainly think it not only quick,” answered Mr. Schrock, “but wonderful, and I feel that I cannot say too much for Athlophoros. I never let an opportunity pass when I can recommend it, as it surely did everything for me.” Mr. Schrock is now in the best of health, and considers himself a living example of what Athlophoros can do for those whom rheumatism has brought even to death’s door. If you cannot get Athlophoros of your druggist, we will send it, express paid, on receipt of regular price—one dollar per bottle. We prefer that you buy it from your druggist, but if he hasn't it, do not be persuaded to try something else, but order at once from us, us directed. Athlophoros Co.. 112 Wall street. New York. It requires your enthusiastic Wagnerite to distinguish between opera and uproar.— ■Pittsburgh Chronicle.