The Hawaiian gazette., 1900-09-07
HE SHOUTED FOR HELP.

IT was not for pleasure that Mr.. Will
son concluded to take walk in ms
garden; 1t was rather an experiment
than an act of recreation. AAd, grew
Gus TO relate, the result was against
him. The fact is, he had hardly COW
cred a hundred feet of ground before
he stopped, gave a choking gasp ana
then sang cut 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 most useful, peaceful and
respectable of all the forms of indus
try He has lived and worked FOR u
long time at Given Terrace, Padding
ton, Brisbane. Queensland, and lives
there still. About four years ago-or 1t
will be by the time this gets into print
Mr.. Wilson began to feel himself
much less of a man than he useu to be;
he was breaking down.
The first thing he noticed was that
when he set out to walk farish
distance which he would have done
once with kit of tools on his back
without minding it, 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 state of things was al
most as bad for 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 II
can scarcely pump the 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 hammers and
CT fhp 1nnDar likely To live -
These We're plain words, to be sure,
but not words which a patient would
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 as their owner. He left Off max
ing chips and shavings. and went in
for drugs and regrets-a bad landslide
for him.
After about half 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 n 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 n ship in
dry dock, of no use to himself or any
body else. The doctor had measured
up the carpenters complaint to an
eighth of an inch, but as for curing 1t.
why, that he made no pretence of do
ing.
About this time" says Mr.. Wilson In
n letter dated September %, 1899 MIR.
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. l didn't
think so, but l tried it, To my sur
prise and delight, it enabled me to get
about in three weeks and In SIX we Ks
| went back to work; and have HAD
splendid health ever since.
"As | am CT years old, it wasn't the
rebound of youthful elasticity that
saved me; It was Mother Saigels Syr-
up, and nothing else. | am known to
nearly all the people of this neighbour
hood. who can vouch for the truth of
this statement, HI. Wilson.
Mr.. Wilson's ailment was Of the dl-
gestion-the heart and lung troub es
being functional symptoms of that.
When the stomach was made right he
picked up his saw.