He Shouted for Help.

Manawatu Herald, 4 September 1900, Page 3

He Shouted for Help.

It was not for pleasure that Mr Wilson concluded to take a walk in his garden ; it was rather an experiment than an act of recreation. And, grievous to relate, the result was against him. The fact^is, he had hardly covered a hundred feet of ground before he stopped, gave a choking gasp, and then sang out for help. His wife and two sons came to the rescue, and got him iwdoors as best they were able. And that ended his going alone for six months or more. By trade Mr Wilson is a carpenter, one of the most useful, peaceful and respectable of all the forms of industry. He has lived and worked for a long time at Given Terrace, PaddingtoD, Brisbane, Queensland, ana lives there Btill: About four years ago— or it will by the fme this gets into print — Mr Wilßon began to feel himself much leBB of a man than he used to be ; he was breaking down. The first thing he noticed was that he set out to walk a fairißh distance which he would have done with a kit of tools on his back without minding it—l say, when he set out to tramp this, he found his legs were weak, and he often had to stop for breath. And he kept on getting worse. Such a etate of things was almost as bad for a carpenter as It would have been for a postman. Both these vocations demand good legs and good wind. On being consulted, the doctor said, " Mr Wilson, your heart is so weak it can scarcely pump ; the blood through your body, and your whole system is out of order. There is no ohance of your getting Bound again, and the sooner you lay aside your saws and hammer the longer you • are likely to live." These were plain words, to be sure, but not words which a patient wou'd feel like paying out money to listen to. All the same, friend Wilson did as the doctor said, because he had no choice. He couldn't work, and so, naturally he didn't. His chisels grew dull, but not so dull a 9 their owner. He left off making chips and Bhavings and went in for drugs and reg ret3—a bad landslide for him. After about ha'f a year of this sort of thing, Mr Wilson made up his mind to find out for himself if he was in fact so poor a stick of human timber as the medical man had declared him to be ; hence the experimental walk in the garden already described. For six months more he was like a ship in a dock, of no use to himself or anybody else. The doctor had measured up the carpenter's complaint to an eighth of a inch, but as for curing it, why, that he made no pretence of do:ng. «• About this time," says Mr Wi son in a letter dated Sept. 22nd, 1899, " Mr Frank Percival Peacock, of Manning Street, Soufh Brisbane, urged me to try Mother Seigel's Syrup ; he said he was sure it would help me. I didn't think so, but I tri d it. To my surprise and delight, it. enabled me to get about in three weeks, and in six weeks I went back to work ; and have had splendid health ever since. "As I am Gl years old, it wasn't the rebound of youthful elasticity that saved me ; it was Mother Seigel's Syrup, and nothing else. I am known to nearly all the people of this neighbourhood, who can vouch for th« truth of my statement." — H. Wilson. Mr Wilson's ailment wa3 of the digestion—the heart and Jung troubles being functional symptoms of that. When the stomach wa« made right he picked up his saw.