"GOOD ADVICE AND A WOODEN LEG."

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XXVII, Issue 2762, 3 July 1894, Page 4

"GOOD ADVICE AND A WOODEN LEG."

/ "H*l hadn^f given my frieis^Jigj.Smalley. .the,best pieotf of "advice oneyouifg fellow ' eonld?give another < we should be friends ■till-that ifl^il' Jim could' have lived without the advice; This may Bound"*" rather strange and mixed to you, bat if s all right when yon take it by the handle. Too see it was this way. Jim was afi ne handsome chap, 25 years old, foppish and dressy, fond of sooiety, had plenty of money, . bat with a few -seeds of consumption in him. ** sre?BL'em *rom s mother, who died of it. 'v.^TWell," ''Jim began to cough, and run down 'f hill fask The doctors couldn't help him, and told *»™ so. One day he was talking to me about it, and actually broke down and ' cried. ~" Jim," says I, " there's just one ohance for yon, and I want you to jump for it right away. That's to go oat West lin Amerioa and live on the slopes of the Rooky a 'Mountains, in the pine woods, in a hut or a tent, and stay there till you are dead or well. Don't write to me for a year, then come back ox let me hear from you." ' " Bidding a sad-farewell to the young girl he was engaged! to ba married to, Jim went. Two years afterwards I met him in town; he was as hearty as a buck, but walked with a limp. He had lost his right leg, below the knee, in a fight with a grizzly bear, aud now hobbled around on a wooden one, "And its all your 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'hnsband with a wooden leg, and I don't want a friend who gave me the wooden leg." Well, there I I was never so taken aback. My advice had saved Jim's life and restored his health, yet because he couldn't have two sooid lego and a wife besides, he threw me overboard. I vowed I,d never give anybody a bit of good advice again. Td let'em die first But 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 is Mr, Frank Stanley Langman His wife gave him a piece of good advice, and he was sensible enough to aot on it. In June 1882, it was that he fell ill. He felt weak, tired, and weary without any outßide reason for it. His appetite was poor, there was a bitter taste in his month, and a bad pain in the cheat after eating. Sometimes he would break out into a sweat and feel so prostrated, he'd have to lie down. It was feared he had aome kind of internal tumor. ■ Once he had an attack at the railway station and people crowded round him thinking he was dying. During another attack he kissed his 1 child believing h*s time had come. A doctor ' examined him for heart disease, but couldn't ' 'find any. He advised Langman to take only 1 milk and brandy, milk and water, and such , alopa. Still he had those frightful periodic attacks. After attending him for some time, the doctor said, "I can't find out whatfis the 'matter' with you; you had better see a West End Physican." Mr.Langmandid so, and the West End dodtor.aaid the patienfa liver made too mucb/ bile, and oidered medicine , and a milk diet. 4 Two more dootora were consulted with no better result, and the unhappy man remained ia that same miserable form for seven years. In February, 1889, he read in a newspaper of a oase like his own having been oured 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. " You try Seigel's Syrup^ she said, " Everybody speaks well of it." He did try it, "and in three monthß he was well, and has been well ever since. In a letter, dated December 17th, ' 1891, he Bays, " Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup saved my life," and signs hit 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 oause of almost all pangs and pains, call them what you will. Mr Langman was saved by good advice and a good medicine, for which he is grateful. So I take notice that everybody isn't like Jim Smalley, with his grizzly bear and his wooden leg. '* G.W.C. '" London, February, 1893.

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