The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-03-12
MOTHERS LEGACY.
A Very Effective Cure for Hypo-
chondria.

your mother legacy has come,
Maria"
"Has it, John? Who brought it?"
cit came alone in cab"
"Came in cab! What do you mean,
JohnP"
"Why, I mean what l say; it came
in cab, and walked right upstairs. "
Walked up stairs! l wish you
wouldn't tease me so, John. What do
you mean?"
"Well, my dearest wife, in other
words, your aunt Amelia has arrived
big trunk, little trunk, bandbox and
bundle. She is now domesticated in
the second-story back room, otherwise
known as the guest-chamber; and as
her head is very tired, she is lying
down to rest for dinner. / saw her,
however, doing up those iron-gray
curls and corkscrew ringlets of hers in
brown paper. They look like the little
curls which are run off piece of black
walnut board by the carpenters plane.
She likes her room very much indeed,
and seems to be quite happy. So,
brace up, Maria, my dear, and begin
now to enjoy your mother legacy"
Maria Templeton, the wife of Hon.
z. Templeton, member of the State
Senate from the county of Philadelphia,
was the only child of fond and doting
mother, who had just died. Maria, or
Pinkie, as she was Familiarity called by
the members of her family, was en-
phatically a spoiled child A full-sized
cabinet of household advisers in the
way of maternal aunts and elderly
cousins had assisted the late mother of
Pinkie, Mrs. Pentreath Jones, with an
assorted variety of judicious advice,
until this mother with an intirm pur-
pose, had a will which was mended
and reset by outside moral appliances
IN the way in which a broken plate is
glued with stratena and is then loaded
with heavy weights, arranged on pur-
pose to test it's latent strength.
Pinkie, as a child, had always vaguely
imagined that a comfortable inherit
ance would one day be hers after her
mother death. Not that she wanted
her mother to die In fact, though she
had husband, she never thought of
him as a social and financial @olian
attachment to the harp on the willows
of her daily life. Her mother was her
only and constant comforter. Her hus-
band was a necessity, but her mother
was luxury. John made continual
game OF his wife's staff of medical adj
NlserS, but Pinkie's mother hailed with
delight every new medical adviser and
fTnGb IN hn fo1c 1.
for health. Every mineral spring in
America had been tried, but it invari-
ably happened that in one weeks time
after her return home the same dread
full complication of maladies reap
peared The hot springs of Arkansas.
the warm springs of Virginia, with their
sulphur compounds and lithia alkalies.
and the electric baths of all sorts of
magnetic doctors had alike been tried.
and had proved worthless. Carlsbad
and AK lie Bains, and the Engadine,
and the Grape Cure of Meran in the
Tyrol kept the t9n thousand demons of
inherited and acquired hypochondria
under for awhile, but, like their great
leader Abaddon in the Apocalypse.
after each short-lived mellenium they
were loosed again for new lease of en-
deavor for little season.
a certain DIR. Mcpherson. in Edin-
burgh, Whom Mr.. Templeton consulted
Tor his wife on their return from the
lhiSh-air cure in the Engadine and the
grape cure in the Tyrol. advised a
consultation with a certain female phv-
stefan at Los Angeles, California, who
had made Mrs. Templeton's complaints
u speciality. He refrained from giving
the name, but gave tho exact address.
The spring after this, when Mr..
Templeton started West on his annual
wool expedition for the firm of whose
house he was the unknown term, the
Go, he took Maria with him.
While waiting in the city of San
Francisco for the completion of the
wool purchases, Mrs. 5Templeton had a
severe attack of polykakia, or many
evils, consisting of headache, hypo-
neuralgia, malaria, nervous prostra-
ton and rheumatic govt combined. AS
she lay upon her couch, in her India
silk wrapper, struggling to fortify her
nerves by frequent internal coddlinos
against the coast breezes of the mis-
named Pacific" her husband entered
the room, and took a seat by the open
lire, with his back to his wife.
oh, JohnH' groaned the voice of
Maria from the mutfled depths of the
pillows, "if you only knew how | was
suffering from this wretched Pacific air.
you wouldn't keep me waiting in this
way with your wool business. You
would think more of your wife and
less of this everlasting wool-sorting. y
John made no reply.
Besides, continued Maria, II am
very anxious to see the Los Angeles
doctor When can we get Off"
Still no reply from John.
"Johnn' said Maria.
An oppressive silence followed, as
before.
"Johnw exclaimed Maria, what is
the matter? Why do you not speaker
. do not know how to speak" re-
piled John, as he took his wife in his
arms. "Be q brave woman, Maria.
dear / must be mother as well as
husband to you now. My darling child,
You have no mother; she died yester-
dayr'
The proposed visit to Los Angeles
was of course omitted, and the carriage
of Mrs. John Templeton never stood at
the door of the unknown doctor as the
chariot of Naaman the Syrian stood at
the door of the prophet Elijah.
After the first shock of the blow had
passed away, Maria Templeton, by
supreme act of the will, aroused herself
and became the brave woman which
she was at heart. She bore herself
well on the long journey horae, and
rose to the emergency which the sad