Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-12-03
MRS. MOLL'S AILMENTS.
She Wac Finally Cured in q Very
Lively Manner.

Mrs. Rebecca Moll was one OF those
unfortunate women who are always
"ailin'." She was never free from
misery" of some kind and never
knew what IL was to see "a we'll day."
Her conversation chiefly referred to
the diseases she was suffering from,
those she had had. and those she ex-
pected to have. She always spoke in
plaintive and detected little whine,
but at the same time wished 1t to be
understood that she was quite resigned
TO her fate. She was sure that she
had suffered from most of the mala-
dies common to humanity, and warm
ly resented the idea that any one had
had more diseases than she.
She loved to dwell upon the many
times that -four doctors had given her
up" and when it was confidently sup
posed that EVERY breath would be
her last" 1t might. however, have
puzzled her to give the exact dates
of these trying occasions. Certainly
they had not been within the remem-
brance OF some OF her friends who had
known her twenty-five years.
These friends were, indeed, some
what skeptical in regard to the genu-
lneness OF Mrs. Rebecca Moll's mala-
dies. They doubled her oft-repeated
statement that she had had the small
pox, the genuine Asiatic cholera, the
yellow fever, distinct shock OF par
alysis and all the fevers ever heard
Of They did not believe that her left
lung was "clean gone" or that she
ever recovered from a combined at
tack of typhoid fever, diphtheria,
congestion of the lungs and black
measles.
One reason for their doubts regard
ing this last statement was that it was
proved that on the day following that
on which all these diseases were at
their height. Mrs. Mol had walked
three miles to quilting; but when
reminded of this fact she said, calmly:
"Some folks git over sickness quick
er'n others, and L one of that kind"
1t was not uncommon for Mrs. Moll
to be breathing her last" one day,
and enjoying cup OF tea at the house
Of a neighbor mile distant on the
next The ease and grace with which
she took on and threw off disease was
a matter of surprise to her friends and
Of satisfaction to herself
There was one person, however, who
had firm faith in the genuineness of
all Mrs. Molls maladies, and that per-
son was her patient and affectionate
husband, Mr.. Pliny Moll.
What my Becky has endoored no
one but me and her knows" he often
said, earnestly. MANY an a-many's
the time I've set by her sick bedside
an said to myself: is she a-breathin'
or ain she a-breathin'p' and I've riz
to my feet thinkin' | was widow man
This time-yes, sir An ag'in when
she's been settin' right in her chair
I've looked at her an said: You dead,
Becky Mollp an when she'd say, 80
, feeble like: Il amt quite. Pliny,' I've
said to myself: We'll. it won't be long
fore you will be, Becky Mol, if you
amt better right forthwith an
faster
So good Mr.. Moll bore in patience
I the inconvenience to which Mrs.
Molrs many sudden and acute attacka
and amending ailings subjected him.
As they kept no servant, great domes.
tic confusion resulted when, as was
frequently the case, Mrs. Moll had tc
be almost carried to bed from the
, breakfast table, leaving Mr.. Mol tc
wash the dishes and attend to other do
nestle duties. But Mr.. Moll made nc
/ complaint He would go to work pa
tiently and sometimes tearfully sayir 9
/ ''Poor Becky poor Becky it's sigh
harder on her than it is on me-"
, One day Mrs Mol went to bed. anC
a did not get up again as the days ant
> weeks wore on.
I II shall never get up again, Pliny,'
, she said to her husband, I'm don,
, fer. don seem to have the first init,
of siren tn, an I've kind of feelin
a OF goneness all the time. There
somethin' the matter of my back an
, chist, an it amt long III be burde,
/, to you.
Old DR.. Philbrick was called. III
n seemed unable to understand the cas-
, OF Mrs. Mol, but told her anxious hus
a band that he'd '.have her around in
4. few days"
: mo, you WON'T" said Mrs. Mol
resolutely. as she came out of the stu
por into which she seemed to hav
fallen. "Pliny might as we'll be mad
n to understand the truth, doctor. an
o can't be kept from me''
: Doctor Philbrick did not have Mr..
). Mol around as he predicted. Ii
came again and again. and SCENE
! at last to be greatly puzzled over tn
: case.
-" "Seems as though she'd reely ougl
; to git some siren tn" said Pliny to tn
~ doctor. ''tlcr appetite amt faile
her yet; she eats more'n ! do"
"Pliny Mon, that amt sou Dried NJ
d; wife. Indignantly. During her hui
rs bands absence from the room Mr.
Ia Moll had been telling the doctor ths
1t gave her pain to swallow any thin
h ut all, aud that she didn't eat enoug
Of 70 keep bird alive.
De An elderly relative of Mr.. Mol
- called Aunt 'Cindy" had by tn
time been installed as housekeept
At and nurse to Mrs. Moll, who steadil
/ grew worse and now gave daily il
% structions as to how her funeral shou