He Shouted for Help.

Manawatu Herald, 18 September 1900, Page 3

He Shouted for Help.

4 Ie was not for pleasure that Mr Wilson concluded to take a vralk in h : 8 garden ; it was rather an experiment than an act of recreation. And, grievous to re' ate, the reanU 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 indoors 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 roost useful, peaceful and respectable of all the forms of industry. He has lived and worked for a long time at Given Terrace, Paddington, Brisbane, Queensland, and lives there still. About four years ago— or it will by the t r me this gets into print— Mr Wilson began to feel himself much less of a man than he used to be ; he was breaking down. Thel nrsfcthing he noticed was that he Mt ont.to walk a tftiriih di«tan«t irfaioh he

would have done with a kit of tools on his back without rnioding 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 state 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, thedoctrr said. "Mr Wilson, your heart is so weak it can scarcely pump the blood through your body, and your who'e 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 are likely to live." These were pain words, to be sure, I but not words which a j atient wou'd feel j iike paying out money to listen to. All | the same, friend Wilson did as the doc'or said, b: cause he had no choice. He couldn't work, and so, naturally he didn't. His chisels grew dull, but not bo dull as their owner. He left off making chips and shavings and went in for drugs and regrets—a bad landslide for him. After about ha f a year of this sort of thing, Mr Wilson made up his minJ 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 as for curing it, why, that he made no pretence of do'ng. j " About this time," says Mr Wi son in a letter dated Sep. 22nd, 1899, " Mr Frank Percival Peacock, of Manning Street, South Brisbane, urgrd me to try Mother SeigoPs Syrup ; he said he was sure it wou'd help [ me. I didn't think bo, but I tri d it. j To my surprise and delight, if. enabled me to gat about in three weeks, and in six weeks I went back to work ; and have had ! splendid health ever since. I "As I am 61 yrars old, it wasn't the rebound of yonthful elasticity that saved me; it vas Mother Seigel 'a Syrup, and nothing el> - e. I am kuown lo nearly all the people of thi3 neighbourhood, who ! can vouch for the truth of my statement." -H. Wilson. I Mr Wilson' 3 ailment wa3 of the digestion—the heart and : ung troubUs b ing functional symptoms of that. When the s'omach was made right he picked up his saw. i