NEIGHBOUR WOLFF AND OTHERS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 6551, 31 July 1899, Page 4

NEIGHBOUR WOLFF AND OTHERS.

♦■ — — ■ ■ Almost every afternoon in pleasant weather I see my neighbour Wolff sitting in an easy-chair in the shade in front of his own door.r Sometimes he kills time by wading the paper, but often he does nothing but watch the people and the vehicles that pass. I frequently stop and talk, ■with-him a -few",, minutes, and he appears to be grcut'eful for the trifling attention. He fe a man of about fifty, strongly and sturdily built, and to look at him you ,see no reason why he should not be up and about as actively as the best of us. He is intelligent and well-informed, has travelled considerably, and is a man in every way worth knowing. His ideas on finance arid business seem to be clear and practical, and if; strikes a stranger-as odd 'he does not grapple with his opportunities and -. pile up a big fortune. Yet he never makes a motion, in that direction. He lets the • chances all slip by, and just sits there as though the world were no more to him than the Klondyke goldfields are to the re,- i eident population of a cemetery. Yefc my neighbour, Wolff knows what money is, and appreciates what can be done with it. Then why doesn't he "get a move on," as the Yankees say, and make hay j while the sun shines? Take a peep afc him about nine o'clock at night, when he takes his customary exercise on the pavement — the way being mostly clear of pedestrians by then — and you will need no verbal answ.er to the question. Stocky and •strong as he appears when in his chair, he makes a poor show on his legs. Slowly, •heavily, leaning hard on Ms thick stick, he goes to and fro a few times between the corner ared his house — a distance of 200 feet may be — and then with a sigh sinks again into iris chair like a man who realises he is out of the race. A paralytic stroke two years ' ago, and the constant fear of another — that explains it. He is one of the multitude who are in the world and not of it — as this woman was a while since : — "From my girlhood," she says, "I was always oppressed and hindered by weakness. I was habitually tired, weary and languid. ... Like all such persons I lived j a kind of life to mytself. AH pleasures or ! pursuits which called for energy and vi- ! talifcy were closed to me. I had a feeble . and fitful appetite, and what I ate. gave ' me. great pain at the chest and back, and a sense .of coldness, deadness, and weight at tihe stomach. At times, there would" be also a gnawing, sinking feeling. j ■ "As i, grew older I was much troubled I with palpitation of the heart and loss of sleep. Year after year I dragged along in this miserable way, and, being too weak to walk, was drawn from place to place in a Bath chair. Every effort was made to obtain a cure. I consulted doctor after doctor, and took many kinds of medicine and treatment, but got no more than' temporary j relief. One doctor said mv heart was dis- ' eased. ~" ; j "My sister urged me to try. Mother Sic- j gel's Syrup. Without any great hopes of its effect in my case, I nevertheless procured a bottle from the Stores in High Street, and began to take it as directed. The re? suit was a decidedly improved appetite) and I relished and digested what I ate without any pain or distress following. As I 'continued- to use this medicine the heart trouble was less frequent, and finally ceased altogether. My nerves soon became stronger, and I could sleep well. In a few weeks more I was better and stronger than ever before in my life, and have enjoyed good-health ever since. My friends were almost as much surprised and pleased as I was at this remarkable result of taking Mother Siegel's Syrup, and you may make my statement public if you think it will do good. "—(Signed (Mrs) Mary -Ann Welch, 1, Constitution Hill, Luton, Chatham, February 6th, 1895. Mr neighbour Wolff may or may not recover from his paralysis, but' all cases like Mrs Welch's indigestion, with consequent weakness and. nervous debility — should be curable by the remedy which cured her. It opens and renews the digestion, which is the fountain of life, and puts a -wholly new aspect on the world around" us. Prom having been laid aside as cumberers of the ground, we become once more workers with , others and sharers of their pleasures.