People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1894 — A MAN WITH A HISTORY. [ARTICLE]

A MAN WITH A HISTORY.

The Terrible Experience That Befell John W. Thomas, of Theta, Tennessee. Afflicted with * Peculiar Disease— Hi* Body Covered with Lumps—Could Not Eat and Thought He Was Going to Dry Up—His Recovery the Marvel of Tennessee. [From the Nashville, Tenn., Banner.] Mr. John W. Thomas, Jr., of Theta, Tenn., Is a man with a most interesting history. At present he is interested in blooded horses for which Maury County is famous. “Few people, I take it,” said Mr. Thoma* to a reporter who had asked him for the story of his life, “have passed through as remarkable a chain of events as I have and remained alive to tell the story. “It was along in 1884, when I was working in the silver mines of New Mexico, that my troubles began; at first I suffered with indigestion, and so acute did the pains become that I went to California for my health, but the trip did me little good, and fully impressed with the idea that my last day had nearly dawned upon me, I hurried back here to my old home to die. “From simple indigestion my malady developed into a chronic inability to take any substantial food, I was barely able to creep about, and at times I was prostrated by spells of heart palpitation. This condition continued until one year ago. “On the 11th of April, 1893, I suddenly collapsed, and for days I was unconscious, in fact I was not fully myself until July. My condition on September 1 st, was simply horrible, I weighed but seventy pounds, whereas my normal weight is 165 pounds. All over my body there were lumps from the size of a grape to the size of a walnut, my fingers were cramped so that I could not more than half straighten them. I had entirely lost control of my lower limbs and my hand trembled so that I could not drink without spilling the liquid. Nothing would remain on my stomach, and it seemed that I must dry up before many more days had passed. “I made another round of the physicians, calling in one after the other, and by the aid of morphine and other medicines they gave me, I managed to live though barely through the fall.” Here Mr. Thomas displayed his arms, and just above the elbow of each there was a large irregular stain as largo as the palm of the hand and of a purple color, the space covered by the mark was sunken nearly to the bone. “That,” said Mr. Thomas, “is what the doctors did by putting morphine into me. “On the Uth of December, 1893, just eight months after I took permanently to bed—l shall never forget the date—my cousin, Joe Foster, of Carters’ Creek, called on me and gave me a box of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, saying they had cured him of partial paralysis, with which I knew he had all but died. I followed his directions and began taking the medicine, as a result I stand before you to-day the most surprised man on earth. Look at my hand, it is as steady as yours; my face has a healthy look about it; I have been attending to my duties for a month. Since I began taking the pills I have gained 30 pounds, and I am still gaining. All the knots have disappeared from my body except this little kernei here in my palm. I have a good appetite and I am almost as strong as I ever was.

“Yesterday I rode thirty-seven miles on horseback. I feel tired to-aay but not sick. I used to have from two to four spells of heart palpitation every night, since I began the use of the pills I have had but four spells altogether. “1 know positively that I was cured by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and I believe firmly that it is the most wonderful remedy in existence to-day, and every fact I have presented to you is known to my neighbors as well as to myself, and they will certify to the truth of my remarkable cure.” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People are not a patent medicine in the sense that name implies. They were first compounded as a prescription ana used as such in general practice by an eminent physician. So great was their efficacy that it was deemed wise to place them within the reach of all. They are now manufactured by the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company, Schenectady, N. Y., and are sold in boxes (never in loose form by the dozen or hundred, and the public are cautioned against numerous imitations sold in this shape) at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, and may be had of all druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company.