The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-06-16
TIE AILING WOMAN.
4 MOURNFUL ACCOUNT OF HER
ATLEEG FAMILY.
BY WILLIAM o. EATON.

| Som people are always alllnS. AT any rate,
they think they are, and say 80, screwing up
! III sr mouths, and whining out their grievances.
real or imaginary, as if they were animated with
a strong compound tincture of the souls of job
and Jeremiah-lamentato and
| complaint, being me continued employment OF
| their doleful tongues.
Mrs Betsey Beeswax was one OF this stamp
! [ called on Bessey day | call her familiar
/ ly 'Betsey, because she confied in me all her
/ troubles. making me thoroughly familiar with
herself and al her complaints.
! 1t was cold. sloppy winters day Mrs. Is: was
sitting close TO the CRATE in large, old-fashion-
| ed easy chair almost as big as a chaise. She
was bending forward. with her shoulders hunch-
| ed up, and her head nearly into the fire
place
.Ah. dear, is it you?' said she, as entered
/ h + ancient face wearing the usual laehrymose
expression of hopeless misery.
Yes, ma'am,' said l. and how do you do to-
day?
%, miserably miserably [ am enjoying
dreadful poor health. There is no telling how
| much 1 suffer I ache all over and don't relish
| any vitt!es.'
l suggested that the bad weather might be
the cause of her depression Of spirits.
No, no. she moaned, 1T isn't that, though
the weather is bad enough to be sure. Maria
has gone out without her ruboers, aud she Ii be
be laid up next, II certain; and the children,
they bring in the wet al over the house, and
whenever the door SHUTS. II SecihS 70 tC'GODp
ing -cough, sOhoopny cough! brOega cretars, rhsa-
a1at=!"
what is your principal complaint 2
%, everything. The doctor says he don't
know what he do for me, and know no
body can. Pm dretful fdgety aud nervous all
the time and then the children they make such
a racket. Sometimes [ think I've got the hip
complaint, and then l feel if my lungs were
out Of order, and then | have a twinge in the
side, and then shooting pain in the head, and
then my eyes ache! And then I'm so sensitive
to the cold 1t would make your hair stand on
end, know, TO see the gO0ss.ttesh on me some
times!
1 expressed deep sympathy for her suffer
ings, AMI ventured the original idea that if
she felt cold, she had better try to keep
warm.
.Ah yes, dear; but the young folks will keep
leaving the door open and then fuel is so high,
and you don't know what monstrous draught
there is in our chimneys. The heat all goes up
the chimney and then I've got such eztravI-
CANT help They the most extravagant help
l ever see! You would think they were going to
ronst an OK. sometimes, to see the fire they built
in the Kitchen
But won't they obey your directions? Why
don't you turn them away and get others?'
sIt is tlretfuI difficult thing to get good help.
[ suppose I've had many help in my days as
any body ia the city, and ! know it's a dretful
difficult thing to get good help, dretful difficult.
The first one | turned away, always burnt the
bread, without fail; the next one was so lazy
that she could hardly put one foot before the
other; the next very sassy: the next
one set her impudent cap for Maria 5 first beau
And got him?
and cot him! The next one was so sluttsh
excuse me for the expresson-that couldn't
a-bear her in my sight; the next one had such
poor health that | had to keep doctorng of her
all the time, and when she got well she run off
with the spoons
What ingratitude =
Worse than that, dear. SEe sent another
girl worse than she was She had a sweet,
smooth face, and you'd tho't butter wouldn't
melt in her mouth but she cut up the awfuest
capers with the boys, and when she went away,
/ found she had stolen aunt Billy silver watch
the largest ever see-a beautiful counterpane,
covered all over with roses; a loaf of sugar and
sugar tongs to match a beautiful tortoise shell
snuff box and three new pillowcases !-O-own
Good heavens! Mrs. Beeswax, what's the
matter?'
%. dear, DEAR dear, deary me. A twinge
right through the liver. l believe my liver'H
be the death of me, after all
L sorry, very sorry, Mrs. Beeswax, that
Providence has singled you out as the subject of /
so many Affections. But all's for the best.
i don't want to be wicked she replied, but |
don't believe it is There's Maria, she's sub
ject to the ne0-roiogy, old complaint of hers:
George he's ricketty SAM the last L saw of !
him before he went to the west. said he knew |
he should die of fever and ague; Mary, she says |
she can't eat without its distressing her !; and |
Laura's almost she's going to have the |
scrofuia; and then the two children are COM
planning of the chilblains all the time As for |
me, | feed mostly upon medicine the more |
take, the more it don't seem to do me any good |
But don't complain, never say word to any |
body, for hate people that's complaining all the
time But if ever there afflicted family, |
this is one and if ever there was afflicted |
woman she's me-
But can't you ascertain what your disease |
is Don't your physician give you any idea p
No, no-he only gives NE medicine
Pills
What kind OF pills :?
What kind dear Why, massy sakes, new |
er ask him. l never studied medicine | don't |
want to know the names. My neighbors are |
pestering me all the time with new names, and !
never can remember them. That's sign that |
nv memory is gone, and sometimes / think I'm !
getting little lung. o. if ever | should have |
to go to the hospital. O if should !
Were any of your family ever insane l in
qnired'
i don't know, but think it's as like as not |
My poor, dear, dead old Mr.. Beeswax used TO
have symptoms of it, and lived so long with (
him, perhaps may have ketched 1T of him =
why, ne used to be so crazy, sometimes, he would
actilly say that nothing the matter with me- |
and that complained only because wanted to