Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-11-06
brooklyn Eagle.]
AN EX-CONSUL'S STORY.

tuC GHS iuiouu POiueS, WIZ 10 IOW
private resident of New York, relates
the following interesting story. He OBJ
jects, for private reasons, to having his
name published. but authorizes the acriter
to su6ssantiate his statement, and, if neces-
sary, to refer to him, IN his private ca
pacity, any person seeking such reference
Deferring to his wishes, l hereby pre-.
sent his statement in almost the exact
language in which he gave it to me.
G. NJ. FARMER,
1890 Third avenue, New Y ork
son my last voyage home from Eng
land, some three years ago, in one of the
Cunard steamers, noticed one morning,
after few days out of port, a young
man hobbling about on the upper deck,
move with extreme difficulty and no lit
tie pain. He was well dressed and of ex-
ceedingly handsome countenance, but
his limbs were somewhat emaciated and
his face very sallow and bore the traces
of long suffering. AS he seemed to have
no attendant or companion, he at once
attracted my sympathles, and went up
to him as he leaned against the taffrail
looking out on the foaming track which
the steamer was making.
"'Excuse me, my young FRIEND said.
touching HIM gently on the shoulder,
you appear to be an invalid and hardly
able or strong enough to trust yourself
unattended on an ocean voyage; but if
you require any assistance l am robust
and healthy man and shall be glad to
help you
"sYou are very kind he replied, in a
weak voice, 'but l require no present
aid beyond my crutches, which enable
me to pass from my stateroom up here to
get the benefit of the sunshine and the
sea breeze
"'You have been great sufferer, no
Doubt said, and Judge that you have
been afflicted with that most troublesome
disease--rheumatism; whose prevalence
and intensity seem to be on an alarming
increase both in England and America ,
"'You are right he answered; Il have
been its victim for more than a year, and
after failing to find relief from medical
skill have lately tried the Springs of
Carlsbad and Vichy. But they have done
me no good, and am now on my return
home to Missouri to die, suppose /
shall be content. if life is spared me to
reach my mothers presence. She is a
widow, and am her only child
''There was pathos in this speech
which affected me profoundly, and awak-
ened in me deeper sympathy than had
felt before. 1 had no words to answer
him, and stood silently beside him watch
ing the snowy wake Of the ship. While
thus standing my thoughts reverted
to a child-a 10-Year-old boy-of a
neighbor of mine residing near my con-
sulate residence, fwho had been cured of a
stubborn case of rheumatism by the use
of ST. Jacobs Oil, and remembered that
the steward of the ship had told me the
day before that he had cured himself of
very severe attack of the govt in New
York just before his last voyage by the
use of the same remedy 1 at once left
my young friend and went below to find
the steward. l not only found him off
duty, but discovered that he had bottle
Of the Oil in his locker, which he had car
ried across the ocean In case of another
attack. He readily parted with it on my
representation, and, hurrying up again,
soon persuaded the young man to allow
me to take him to his berth and apply the
remedy. After doing SO l covered him up
snugly in bed and requested linn not to
get up until should see him again. That
evening 1 returned to his stateroom and
found him sleeping peacefully and breath
ing gently. l reused him and inquired
how he felt. Like new man. he
answered, with grateful smile 4 feel
no pain and am able to stretch my limbs
without difficulty. l think I'll get up
NO, don't get up tonight said, but
let me rub you again with the Oil, and in
the morning you will be much better
able to go above All right he said,
laughing. then applied the Oil again,
rubbing his knees, and arms thoroughly,
until he said he felt as if he ha a mus
tard poultice all over his body.
then left him. The next
morning, when 1 went up on deck fer
a breezy promenade, according to my
custom, l found my patient waiting for
me with smiling face, and aoithout his
crutches, although he limped in his move
ments, but withot pain. l don't think
ever felt so shappy in my life To make
long story short, attended him closely
during the rest of the voyage---some four
days. applying the Oil every night, and
guarding him against too much exposure
to the fresh and damp spring breezes,
and on landing at New York, he was able,
without assistance, to mount the hotel
omnibus and 60 to the Astor house. l
called on him two days later,
and found him actually engaged IN
packing his trunk, preparatory to
starting West for his home, that evening.
With bright and grateful smile he wei
coined me, and pointing to a little
box, carefully done up in thick brown
paper, which stood upon the table, he
said: My good friend, can you guess
what that is! "A present for your
sweetheart l answered NO. he
laughed, that is dozen bottles of St.
Jacobs Oil, which l have just purchased
from Hudnut, the druggist across the
way, and I'm taking them home
to show my good mother what has
saved her sons life and restored
him to her in health. And with it would
like to carry you along also, to show her
the face of him, without whom 1 should
probably never have tried it. If YOU
should ever visit the little village of Sc
dalia, in Missouri, Charlie Townsend and
his mother will welcome you to their lit
tie home, with hearts full of gratitude,
and they will show you bottle of St.
Jacobs Oil enshrined in silver and gold
casket, which we shall keep as a parlor
ornament as we'll as memento of our
meeting on the Cunard steamer