"GOOD ADVICE AND A WOODEN

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XXVII, Issue 2761, 2 July 1894, Page 4

"GOOD ADVICE AND A WOODEN

'*J[i , ,-m LEG." i**' . lijl ' hadn^tjßiven Jny Mend Jim Snialley the^test pifloe; of adVice, cne^ycrang; fellow ■ oonra^give anoiher'%B sHowa",. be. friends BtM— that is, if Jim could have'lived without the advice. This may sound lather < strange and mixed to you , bnS it's all right when you take It by the handle. You see it was this way. Jim was a fine Handsome chap, 25 years old, foppish and dressy, fond of society, had plenty of money, bat with a few seefo of consumption in him. dot 'em from his mother, who died of it. ' Well,'- Jim began to cough, and run down hill fast. The doctors couldn't help him, and told him bo. One day he was talking to me about it, and actually broke down and cried. Jim," says I, "there's just one chance for you, and I want yon to jump for it right away. That's to go oat West Jin America and live on the slopes of the Rooky Mountains, in the pine woods, in a hat or a tent, and stay there till you are dead or -well. Pon't write, to me for a year, then come back or let me hear from yon." Bidding a Bad farewell to the young girl he was engaged to be married to,, Jiin went. Two years afterwards I met him in town; he was as hearty as a buck, bat walked with a limp. He had lost his right leg, below the . knee, in; a fight with a grizzly bear, and now v hobbled around on a wooden one. "And its all yonr fault," he said, " If it hadn.t been for your advice I,d never gone there. Now Edith won't marry, me. Says she don't want a husband with a wooden leg, and I don't want a friend who gave me the wooden leg." Well, there 1 I was never so taken aback. My advice had saved Jim's life and restored his health, yet because he couldn't have two sound legs and a wife besides, he thrw me overboard. I vowed I,d never give anybody a bit of good advice again, rd let, em die first Bat that's where I was hasty ahd wrong It is a man's duty to keep on doing good, whether paople are grateful or not. Here ia Mr. Frank Stanley Langman His wife gave him a piece of good advice, and he was sensible enough to act on it. In Jane 1882, it was that he fell ill. He felt weak, tired, and weary without any outside reason for it. His appetite was poor, there was a bitter taste in his month, and a bad pain in the chest after eating.. Sometimes he would break oat into a sweat and feel so prostrated, he'd have to lie down. It was feared he had Borne kind of internal tumor. Once he had an attack at the railway station and people crowded round him thinking he was dying. During another attaok he kisßed his child believing his time had come. A dootor examined him for heart disease, bat coaldn't find any. He advised Langman to take only milk and brandy, milk and water, and such slops. Still he had those frightful periodio attaoks. After attending him for some time, the doctor flaid, "I can.t find out what is the matter with you; you had better see a West End Physican." Mr.Langman did so, and the West End dodtor said the patient's liver made too much bile, and ordered medicine and a milk diet. Two more doctors were consulted with no better result, and the unhappy man remained '•in that same miserable form for seven years. In February, 1889, he read in a newspaper of a oase like his own having been cured by Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, but inasmuch as the, best medical advice in London was of no use, what could be expected from an an advertised medicine? "Nothing, of course," said Mr Langman. His wife, thought differently. " Yon try Seigel's Syrap," Bhe said, " Everybody speaks well of it." He did try it, and in three months he was well, and has been well ever, eince. In a letter, dated December 17th, 1891, he says, "Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup saved my life," and signs his name to what he says—" Frank Stanley Langman, 44, Comberford Eoad, Brookley." His malady was not heart disease or tumours, but indigestion and dyspepsia, the cause of almost all pangs and pains, call them what you will. Mr Langman was saved by good advice and a good medicine, for whioh he is grateful. So I take notice thateverybody isn't like Jim Smalley, with his grizzly bear and his wooden , leg. , G.W.C. London, February, 1893.