Did you ever hear of the Australian Time Bank (Limited)? No? Well, then, you must now about it, and right away, too, Mr, Anstey describes it. 'The idea is this, 'You don't use all your time to advantage. Most of it in fact tins to waste. You often have the time, but no chance to invest it profitably, So' the time slides out of your possession, just as spilled water soaks into the ground and is lost, Suppose you could put your useless time into a bank, as you do money, and draw it out on checks as you, want it. Do you see? Wouldn't that be what the Americans call '+A big thing?"
"Bosh! Stuff! Humbug!" you say. It is impossible. If we could do that we might bank time enough to turn us into boys and girls again."
True, so we might, but as you say, it can't be done. Yet, isn't there a moral in the idea? Open your eyes and read. The moral is plain as the trunk on an elephant. If you can't get back your waste time, then don't waste it, Now, isn't a man wasting time when he gets il? "Oh," you say, "but he can't help it." That's worse nonsense than the Time Bank, Yes, he can help it, nine times out of ten, Look for a second. Here's a man who goes on to talk like this: There was never," he says, 'a stronger man in England than was up to December, 1884. Iam a gamekeeper, and about this Ca we had a deal of trouble all night long, and. was scarcely ever in bed, with a gang of poachers, to keep watch
and often slept in my damp clothes, At lust we nabbed the poachers and landed them in jail, Shortly after this I was taken bad, At first I merely felt tired and dull, I had a bad taste in the mouth with, slime covering my tongue and teeth, I could eat little or nothing, and what I did eat gave me. great, pain, felt as if held ina vice; my breathing was Inboured and short, and I spat up a great deal of phlegm, I had a dreadful hucking cough, fand could get no sleep at night; for after ten minutes' sleep 1 would wake upond cough for two or three hours ata spell. Night after night I heard the clock strike every hour.
"When the bad attacks came on I felt as
tatter and phlegm all-night long. Finally up in bed. I was coughing an itting uy should suffocate, and had to 'a Rolaatad I got so weak I couldn't walk across the floor, and if ventured out my breathing was so bad that I had to stop and rest every few yards. Of course I was obliged to give up iny work, and for eight months I did nothing. I was under the doctor all this time, and from the first he said my case was a' bad one, After a while he said to my wife, Your husband is in a consumption and will never get better"
T thought it was all over with me, and every one who saw me thought I would di Aboitt this time I read in a Liverpool pay of a medicine called Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup, and fancied I should like to try it, So my'son, who lives in Liverpool, got me two bottles, and before I had used up the second one' my cough was all gone, my breathing was easy, and I could eat anything.
soon got back to my work, and have enjoyed sound health ever since, When I began taking the Syrup I was so low I don't believe Teould have held out much longer. Ihave lived all my life in this district, and in my present house forty years.
(Signed) "Tnomas Baremas, "Marbury Locks, "Near Whi church, Salop.
March 98rd, 1891."
What are we to learn from Mr. Bateman's experience? First, that he had no real consumption, His cough and the spitting up of matter were symptoms of a thoroughly disordered condition of the digestive organs, brought on by exposure, loss of rest, and the reaking up of all his regular habits of This resulted from his outlying for the poachers and his foolish sleeping in his damp clothes. Acute indigestion and clys followed, of course, with all the suffering which he details so well. But was the illness
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