Daily capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1896-1899, 1897-03-13
Here IS a true TORY from California.

here - n true lt0ry from California.
Some three years ago, James H. Falkner,
OF santa Rosa, Cal, started out to find =
quicksilver mine. lie was a practical ouick.
silver miner, end selecting a point within
the cinnabar belt, began to carefully pros.
pect for the red rock that carrier the SHINING
drops of metal.
1t soon became apparent to Mr.. Falkner
that ne would require capital to develop
his claim, and he came to Santa Rosa and
consulted Sam. |. Allen, the Sheriff OF
Sonoma County. Mr.. Allen was an old
miner, and the two men visited the mine
together, resulting in Mr.. Allen purchasing
r half interest. 1t was decided that Mr.. Falk.
ner should stay upon the place during that
winter and continue his researches, and that
in the following spring a large force of men
should be set to work. Accordingly, Mr..
FalBner started out for the mine one rainy
day in December and arrived about night.
fall wet TO the skin.
The following day found Falkner q very
sick man, pneumonia having fastened upon
him, and for four days he tossed upon his
bed alone, unable to even shut the cabin
door, and through which opening the cold
wind and driving rain was pouring.
He was found at nightfall of the fourth
day and conveyed to his residence at 622
Wright ST., apparently dying. At the expir-
alton of five weeks, under the constant care
of an experienced physician, and careful
nursing, the invalid had recovered sufi-
GENTLY to sit up. During the following
months the unfortunate man grew weaker
and weaker, and just one year from the date
of his first sickness, the best doctors in this
city pronounced his illness to be consump-
ton and the case hopeless.
1t was just fifteen months from the time of
his first illness that Mr.. Falkner feebly
made his way from his residence to the lum-
Der yard of J. Z. Fits, about 100 yards dis
tant, and sitting down on a pile of red wood
lumber, began talking to Mr.. Fits, the pro-
prietOr of the place.
Mr.. Falkner remarked, "Perry, when you
go up town wish you would ask some drug
gist about a new remedy l have lust heard
of. 1t is called Pink Pills for Pale People,
and God knows | an pale enough" .
10 humor the man with one foot in the
grave, Mr.. Fits promised to comply with
his request, and that evening handed the
sick man the coveted medicine.
The lumber man did not see his sick friend
for three days, but at the end of that time
was, greatly surprised to see him walk over
TO the yard without the cane that had been
his constant companion for so long.
Perry" he said, 81 feel like a new man,
get me another box of those Pink Pills for
Pale People"
"IH do so with pleasure, jim, " said Mr..
Fits, and he soon placed a second box in
the eager hands of the supposed consump-
tive. When these were exhausted the now
convalescent man Wdtked q mile to the drug
STORE ana purchased q tnlfu box Tor himself
and before the last pellet had been taken,
James ii. Falkner was working at his trade
as a carpenter. He had gained thirty pounds
in weight in thirty days.
The main facts relating to the illness of
Mr.. Falkner were well known to your cor
respondent, 1 having lived at $40 Wright
ST., and being therefore Mr.. Falkner's near
est ~neighbor when he was first stricken
down, but it was during my absence from
this city that his remarkable cure was eff
fected. Upon hearing the wonderful new
/ drove at once to his residence and rang
the door bell. My ring was answered by a
bronzed featured, healthy looking man, whom
/ did not recognize. / enquired if Mr.. Falk-
ner was at home and received q hearty laugh
and a cordial hand-shake in reply, and | at
last realized that the strong man before me
was the same man / had known two years
ago as a physical wreck and a candidate for
an early grave.
"Mr. Falkner," I said at length, "tell me
how you recovered your health ?"