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Show MORPHINE CURSE. Twelve Years a Victim to the . Deadly HaMt, He Finds s Cur at X.ast at tbe Salt Lake . Keelay Institute His Struggles Are Over He Is Restored to Health, Strength I and '.Happiness Statement of M. W. T. ' Ferguson of Tin tic. , Mr. Ferguson said he was 42 years of age. He had just turned 30 when he fell a victim to the morphine habit in a most peculiar way. He was in Helena, and fell ill with a severe attack of pneumonia. His physician, physi-cian, Dr. Clark, gave him morphine powders, pow-ders, and he took that medicine for six weeks. . He says he never knew what the medicine was at that time, and he first learned it in a most peculiar way. When he recovered of his illness he went to Missoula, where he w as suddenly siezed with the most terrible nausea, combined with fearful pains in all his joints, as if his limbs were being pulled asunder. Thoroughly alarmed, he consulted a doctor, who examined him and and bluntly told him he was a "liend." Ferguson Fer-guson was insulted and ordered the doctor ont of his room. The next physician simply went and bought him a morphine "gun" a hypodermic syringe. "He putone injection into my arm,'"' said Ferguson,-"and I leaped out of bed a well man. Then for the tirst tire I knew I had been under the control of the habit" The doctor warned him' that he must gradually grad-ually diminish his doses and break it off altogether al-together as soon as possible. But it was the same old story how many morphine victims, vic-tims, entrusted with their "guns," ever suc- ceeded in breaking away from the habit? He tried, he says, God alone knows how hard, to do w ithout she drug, but he could as soon have done without air or water. For twelve years he struggled, fought, gave up, struggled strug-gled and gave up again. It was no use and he became a conlirmcd "fiend" to whom sixty grains a day was as nothing, He told how, in desperation, he once had himself taken away on a long trip to the mountains where it was impossible to obtain. morphine. mor-phine. At the end of that time he was fit for an Insane asylum, and his companions had to get him back with all speed to where the drug could bs obtained, or Lis life would have paid for it After the horror of that experience he says he never allowed himself to be without morphine, and the thought that his supply was running short used to set him all in a tremble. Whenever he was on the coast, ha said, he always sent to a well-known drug house in Salt Lake for his bottles one-eighth of an ounce in each. He always bought by the case, and was in a panic until it arrived for fear something Bhould happen to detain it. A year and a half ago he came to Tintle and engaged in various enterprises ; he was a barber, a contractor, a mine owner, : and a sporting sport-ing man. He always made money and was well to do. But he had been twelve years a victim to morphine and he felt his mind beginning t? go. He knew what was the matter but was powerless power-less to stop the drag-. One day he and his wife came to Salt Lake. He "dosed up" as usual, he couldn't be without his "gun" but a few hours at a time, and tock his wife to the theater. While there he saw the advertisement of the Keeley institute in a programme. His 6ight had failed to such an extent that he could barelv read. and he asked his wife to read him what the notice said. That night he told his wife she could go home, but that he was going to stay and give the Keeley cure a trial She assented eagerly and went back home. He walked up to the Gardo House next morning, interviewed Dr. Groves and took up his abode there. For six weeks he took the treatment, and he was pronounced by the doctor as prepared to leave the Institute. In-stitute. He was, ready to shout hosanna and to fall down on his knees and worship ! when Dr. Groves told him that he hadn't had anything like morphine injected into his arm for fifteen days pest. The poor fellow knew ail along that he was being gradually weaned, but he had no idea that for more than two weeks past he had been without a trace of drug. As he stepped into aGurney and drove to the train, the forty or more patients whom he left behind watched him from the door and windows with eager intent and waved him a god-speed on his joyful journey for his home. l)r. Groves bore him company to the depot, and Ferguson's parting with him was like a son's leaving an idolized parent. Ferguson said that no one would ever know what the doctor had done for him, and the enthusiastic way he spoke of the doctor's conduct of the institute told unmistakably that he was the right man in the right plaoe. |