He Shouted for Help.

Manawatu Herald, 11 September 1900, Page 2

He Shouted for Help.

V. was not for pleasure that Mr Wilson concluded to take a walk in h : s garden ; it was rather an experiment than an act of recreation. And, grievous to relate, the resu't 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 A two sons came to the 4fccue, and got him indoor? 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, peacefuVahd respectable of all the forms of industry. He has >ived and worked for a long time at Given Terrace, Paddington, Brisbane, Queensland, and lives there still. About four J years ago— or it will by the t'me this gets into print — Mr Wilson began to feel himself much legs 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 fairish distance which he i would have done with a kit of tools on his back without minding it — I say, when he set out to tramp this, he found his legs were weak, and he often had to stop for brpath. And he kept on getting worse. Such a state of things was almost as bad for a carpenter as it would have bsen 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 pnmp thn blood through your body, and your whole system is out of order. There is no chance of your getting sound again, and the sooner you lay aside your saws and hammer the longer you ar* likely to live." These were plain words, to be sure, bu* not words which a patient wou'd feel ike 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 chiaels^rew dull, buf not go dull aB thfir owner. He left off making chips and shavings and went in for drugs and reg.ets—a bad 'andslide for him. After about ha f a year of this sort of t'-iiug, Mr Wilson made up his mind to find out for himself if he was in fact so poor a sick of human timber as the medical man had declared him to be ; hence the experimental walk in the garden a' ready 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 &b for curing it, why, that he made no pretence of doing. •• About this time," says Mr Wi : son in a 1 tter dated Sep \ 22nd, 1899. " Mr. Frank Percival Peacock, of Manning Street, South 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 61 years old, it wasn't the rebound of youthful elasticity that saved mo ; it was Mother Seigel's Syrup, and i nothing else. I am known to nearly all the people of this neighbourhood, who can vouch for tha truth of my statement." -H. Wilgon. Mr Wil-on'a ailment was of the digestion—the heart and lung troubles being functional symptoms of that. When the s'omach was made right he picked up his saw.