"I would give a million dollars for stomach," said a wealthy American recently, Now, a million dollars (£200,000) is a deal of money, but he was not able to buy the article even at that price, Mr. Thomas Gaskin, of No. 3, Poplar Row, Darley Abbey, near Derby, is not ao rich as ninny, being & gardener, but he was ready enough to give all he had for one thing he hadn't got. Here is his story, and he shall tell it in his own way. Mr. Gaskin goes on to say: Up to eight years ago I had never lost an hour's work through sickness, In December, 1882, whilst living at Beeston, near Nottingham, my appetite fell away, 'T had dreadful pain after eating, a bad taste in my mouth, which would fill with water and slime, the latter so thick and sticky that I often had to remove it with my fingers. My chest used to fil up' and my throat would swell so 1 couldn't button my shirt at the neck, I vomit.
a great deal, chiefly a yellowish-green phlegm. Thad a'racking cough, and would cough and strain till bled at the nose, and the blood rushed out of my ears, I became exhausted and short of breath and had to call the doctor, and was in bed five or six weeks, bingham Hospital, and after attending there Tthen went as outpatient to, the Not for six months was very little better. I got 0 thin that I was like a ghost walking about, and ey friends said it was all up with me, For eighteen months I kept getting better, then worse, and at last the doctors recom: mended me to try a change of air. So I came to Darley Abbey and my former master gave me an indoor recommendation to the Derbyshire Infirmary. Derby. I found, however, that all the beds in the hospital were full, and I saw my club doctor and also two doctors at Derby. The first one said, ' You are in a galloping consumption, and must die; the other doctors, after sounding my lungs and chest, said nothing, but shook their heads, "Getting o trifle better my old master allowed me to do what little I could in his gardens and grounds; and some days I worked a little, und then would be away for a few days. Things went on like this until Decem-bot, 1888, when T caught cold, got very short of breath, and broke down completely. I was ah coughing and spitting up phlegm, sometimes as much as a teacupful at once, and teas afraid to yo to sleep for fear the phlegm would choke me. At this time the whites of my eyes turned yellow, and my eyes were bloodshot. My lips and mouth were dry and parched and I often broke out into a cold clammy sweat. My tongue was like a piece of brown leather, and I could keep nothin down. Ilost over stone weight in thr wee managed for a few hi time, bat was so weak Thad to take hold of "Tm: to get up for a few baure at a
the furniture to move afew yards. I was always tired and weary, and sitting or lying, was never at ease and got no real rest. Too weak to read I often sat for hours looking at my hands—nothing but skin and bone, and was so nervous I couldn't bear the least noise, and the children at play quite upeat me,
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