About a year ago last August I was introduced to a gentleman on the train, going from Burlington to Rutland, Vt. After speaking of casual things, the gentleman suddenly made a motion indicating pain, saying that he was suffering from dyspepsia, that he had tried everything, was taking medicine, was under a doctor's care, and could not get relief.
I turned to him and said that he could be relieved, that I had indigestion for fifteen years, and had got rid of it, and could eat anything that could be thought of now, and perfectly digest it, and that he could do likewise.
"Why," said he, "I would like to know how. I would give the world for it."
