JUST SKIN AND BONE.

Evening Post, Volume LXXI, Issue 145, 20 June 1906, Page 3

JUST SKIN AND BONE.

o After Rheumatic Fever Stanley Reeve, Foxton Cripple on Crutches Romping School Boy To-day Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. "If it hadn't been for Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, Stanley wouldn't be alive to-day," said Mrs. Annie Reeve, wife of Mr. Arthur Reeve, the well to do Flax Miller of Coley St., Foxton. "When he was twelve, he took Rheumatic Fever. After being bed-ridden for eight long weeks, he got a relapse. The doctor never thought he'd pull through. For days ho didn t know a soul around him. It was another two months before wo dare lift him out of bed. The doctor told mo tho child's heart was so weak, that he was likely to die on my hands any minute. For twelve months I watched him growing thinner and thinner, till at last he was just a bag of bones. He couldn't walk a step and had to be carried from room to room. Ho was on his deathbed when we started him on Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, for Pale People. They saved his life To-day Stanley is as strong and healthy a lad of 15, as you'll find throughout New Zealand. "One morning Stanley got up feeling all out of sorts said Mrs. Reeve. "He said he was aches and pains all over. I started doctoring him, Tbut he got worse and worse. My husband called in the doctor. As .soon as he saw the way his knees were swollen he said it was Rheumatic Fever. He was just one mass of pain all over. First one wrist swelled up and then tho other. In fact, every joint in his body ached; and burned. At night the pain was always worse. The poor little fellow could not get a wink of sleep. For eight weeks, he had the same thing to face. Then just when we thought he was on the mend, he got a relapse. The second attack was twenty times worse than the first. His temperature went to 105. The doctor gave us no hope. The boy was raving mad with the pain. His moans and groans were something awful.' At night, my husband and I never left his bed-side. We fully expected that he would be dead before morning. "Even when the Fever left him, we never thought to pull Stanley through," added Mrs. Reeve. "His heart was so weak that ho couldn't take a drink without gasping. We used to carry him from his bed to the dining-room sofa. There he would lie till bed-time. His Father couldn't bear to look at him. You could count every bone in his body. His arms were like sticks. Often I couldn't help tho tears coming to my eyes when 1 was dressing him. His back bone stood out till you could see every notch. He looked like a picture of a famine child. "The doctor couldn't have done more, but Stanley went from bad to worse. His muscles were so stiff and sore that ho couldn't bear me to touch him. When ho went to bend his knees he cried pitifully. It nearly killed me to see how ho suffered day after day when I could find no way to ease his pain. Tho doctors ordered him to bo rubbed with liniments — but that was only torture for nothing. Mr. Reeve spared no money trying to get the ''boy strong again. After months he was just able to hobble a few steps on crutches. He was bent nearly donble. He used to stoop so much that we were afraid that there must be something wrong with his spine. It was pitiful to watch him trying to hold himself straight. Some days his heart was so bad that he wasn't able to get up at all. Both his feet were puffed with Dropsy. "His Father and I fought hard against the thought that Stanley would never bo anything but a cripple — but in a few months we could see that there was nothing else in store for him," Mrs. Reeve went on. "Then one day I read how Dr. Williams' Pink Pills had cured a boy over in Queensland, who had been bed-ridden for nearly two years. My husband went straight to Walker's store for some. In a week, we could hardly believe that thero could be such a change to a child. He was always hungry, and the pains • weren't nearly so baa when ho went to move. Every day he mended. In a little while he was able to throw his crutches aside and take a walk round. At the end of six weeks Stanley was going to school again. Its two years now since he left off the pills, but there isn't a stronger boy in the district. Ho can run like a deer. You havo only to watch him in a game of football to see how sound his heart is. My husband and I both swear by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. The neighbours all know what they did for Elsie when she started to slip ■ into a Decline." When Dr. Williams' Pink Pills raised little Stanley Reovo to health and strength after ho had been a bed-ridden Cripple, it is no wonder that they cure common ailments like anaemia, indigestion, biliousness, headaches, backaches, kidney trouble, liver complaint, nervousness, neuralgia, rheumatism, and tho secret illnesses pf juris and women..

j— -„. ,^ whose health depend upon their blood. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills cure all these because they strike at the root and the cause in the blood. They don't bother with mere symptoms. They don't act on the bowels. They do only one thing, but they do it well— they actually make new blood. That is the secret of their success. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills aro sold by chemists and storekeepers, or sent, post free, by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington, 3s. a box, six boxes 16s. 6d. Medical advice given free.— Advt. b Sir,— By far the largest crowd ever seen in Wellington will assemble on Thursday next to pay tJheir last tribute to the great departed statesman, and I cannot help feeling tJhat the route of the funeral procession as at present mapped out wfll prove to be far too short. I remember in London when our present King (then Prince of Wales) atitended, a thanksgiving service held in St. Paul's* Cathedral. On that occasion many people, principally women and children, were literally crushed to death in the crowd, and if accidents are to be prevented on Thursday those assembled must have as much room to move in as it is possible to give them. Many I therefore suggest through your valuable columns thai), firstly, narrow streets be as much avoided as possible, and, secondly, that the present indicated route be extended.— l am, et)c, W. F. SHORTT. Wellington, 19th June. TO THE EDITOR. Sir,— l desire tf» call your attention to the line of route as "set forth in your issue of this evening, and to point out that it is quite antagonistic to the feelings of the vast masses, of the citly, and the vast number of 'visitors — Pakeha and Maori — who have come to this city to pay their last respects to their beloved chief. lam voicing the desire, of the multfitude when I say thaf the procession should pass along euch important thoroughfares as Lambton-quay, Willis, Manners, and Cuba streets, round' Vaitch and Allan's corner, and so back to tiho burial place, but the plan of the route will, of course, rest with the marshal (Colonel Collins), who I feel sure, will only be too pleased to fall in with the wishes of the people if flhe idea is placed before him. It really appears to me cruel when one thinks that there is a desire on the part of the powers that be to curtail the route as much as possible, and that, as I have pointed out, disappointing hundreds of people.. — I am, etc., ! JOHN R. INGRAM. Banks-terrace, 18th June. TO THE EDITOK. Sir, — In view of the enormous crowd of people who will be in Wellington on tbe occasion of the late Premier's funeral, I would like to urge that the proposed route i& altogether too short. From indications it would appear that the procession itself will scarcely be formed up in the entire length, of the route, -and jt seems to me that when tho head of the cortege is entering the cemetery, the tail will be about starting to pace the route. Another objection is that in tho short distance, probably forty thousand people —to put it at a low estimate — will be crowded together, which no doubt will jlead to unseemly scenes amongst those wishing to gain points of vantage. At a funeral procession one does not look for behaviour such as at a football match. It would bo to the best interest of all concerned- in arranging this sad necessity, that a longer route should be decided upon, so that the populace can paj lueir last respect with the decorum due on such occasion. — I am, etc. NERVOUS. [We have received a number of other letters couched in a similar strain.]