The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1877-04-19
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a 0nRE EOR NEURALGIA.

Max Adeler says that Cooley suffered
excruciating agony from neuralgia all
last winter and although nearly every
physician in town prescribed for him and
stuffed him with medicine, he did not
find relief. AT last, one day, old Mr..
Potter called on Mrs. Cooley and said
that he had seen in an English paper an
account of some remarkable cures OF
neuralgia performed simply by the pa
tents being subjected to the influence
of music,
Music, said Mr.. Potter, 'soothes and
nuiets the nerves, and in all the cases
mentioned it brought instantaneous re-
lief. Now I'll tell you what II do, Mrs
Cooley I'm learning to play on the
French horn, and if you've mind to
trv II I'll come around some afternoon
about dusk and blow out few tunes
under Mr. Cooley's window. You ccn
watch and see what effect it has on him,
and Il it seems to DO him good, why Id
lust as lief come and rattle little music
for you every day as not until he gets
we'll.
Mrs. Cooley accepted the proposition,
and agreed to say nothing about it to
the sick man
That afternoon while Cooley was
living in bed and was just falling into a
doze' an awful groan was heard outside
under his window. Then another fear
mi moan disturbed the silence. Cooley
sat up and listened, and Mrs. Cooley
watched HIM through crack in the
door. Then somebody outside made an
Intellectual attempt to play Come where
nv love lies dreaming, on the French
horn: and after fifteen trials at that tune,
the performer started off into a fiendish
variation of Old hundred and Yankee
Doodle, and he played it with all the
energy of his nature.
Mrs. Cooley saw the sick man go to
the window and look out She watched
him as he gazed at the band and appear
ing TO be drinking in the music. Then
as Mr.. Potter branched off into furious
variations upon Mary Blame, Mrs.
Cooley saw the sufferer go to the closet
in the room and tumble in there Tor a
moment Then she observed him emerge
with a double barreled shot gun, which
he loaded up with birdshot about four
fingers deep.
Then she perceived him going to the
window with fowling piece in his hand,
and as he softly raised up the sash, Mr.
Potter, thoroughly in earnest, began to
run up and down the chromatic scale
and exercise himself in solfeggios. AS
he was performing a trill upon the high
G, the victim of neuralgia put his artil-
lery to his shoulder, and appeared to be
aiming at something; and just as Mr..
Potter began the first bar Of an air from
Martha, Mr.. Cooley pulled the trigger,
Then the serenade ceased, and as Coo
lev ordered arms and shut the window
wild shrek came up from the front
ward. Mrs. Cooley hurried down STAIRS
in alarm. She found Mr.. Potter sitting
on the ground beside the French horn,
holding his left leg with both hands.
Whom thunder fred that gun 2 he
asked.
Mr.. Cooley. I'm afraid he must be
temporarily deranged.'
Cooley Did he know it was me
Did he know that was trying to cure
himl
I am very sorry. l don't think he
understood what he was about saia
Mrs. Cooley. I never saw him behave
SO oueerly before. There he is at the
window again.
lust then Cooley pushed up the sash
again and perceiving his wife, ne sad
Henrietta, move a little to one side,
while give him the other barrel, and
Cooley Slowly elevated his weapon.
Don't shoot, William, J, shouted his
wife. Its Mr.. Potter.
%, it is, hey7 Well, what in the mis-
chief is he looking around here Tor,
yowling like an omnibus.load OF tom
cats9 Hasn't he got any more sense
than that? You come in, and Ill give
him the other load any how.
4 was playing on the horn to cure
your neuralgia, growled Potter, rubbing
his leg. o,
pack up that DIasS Lhleih"A 49,:
and skip, or I'll give you something
worse than neuralgia-Tll bust the top
clean OF Of your head, and open place
big enough to empty some brains in,
You hear mel Grab that curled..up
musical machinery and get over that
fence mighty sudden, or you'll go out
Of here a corpse. I'll teach you to come
around here imposing on innocent peo-
pie .ho
horn in bag, and limped off, and Mrs
Cooley went up stairs to cry. Mr.. Pot'
ter has since written to that English
Journal to say he is now fully convinced
That music will not cure neuralgia.
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