Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-11-30
MRS. MOLL'S AILMENTS.
She Was Finally Cured in a Very
Lively Manner.

udIoICuudte women VINO are always
"ailln." She was never free from
misery" of some kind and never
knew what it was to see "a well 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 it 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 skepticaI in regard to the genu-
ineness 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
lack of typhoid fever, dirhtheria,
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 a quilting; but when
minded of this fact she said, calmly:
IS me olks git over sickness quick
er others, and I'm one of that kind"
1t was not uncommon for Mrs. Moll
to be breathing her last" one day,
and enjoying a cup of tea at the house
of a neighbor a mile distant on the
next. The ease and grace with which
she took on and threw off disease was
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. Moll's 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 amt she a-breathin'?' and I've riz
to my feet thtnkin' | 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 MOll?' an when she'd say, 80
feeble like: 4 amt quite. Pliny,' I've
said to myself: Well, it won't be long
fore you will be, Becky Moll, if you
amt better right forthwith an
| faster
So good Mr.. Moll bore in patience
| the inconvenience to which Mrs.
Molrs many sudden and acute attacks
and unending ailingS subjected him.
AS they kept no servant, great domes-
tic confusion resulted when, as was
frequently the case, Mrs. Moll had to
be almost carried to bed from the
breakfast table, leaving Mr.. Moll to
wash the dishes and attend to other do
nestle duties. But Mr.. Moll made no
complaint. He would go to work pa
tiently and sometimes tearfully sayi~g g:
Poor Becky! poor Becky! it's sight
harder on her than it is on me"
Oneday Mrs Mol went to bed, and
did not get up again as the days and
weeks wore on.
81 shall never get up again, Pliny.
she said to her husband, Il m done
fer. l don seem to have the first mite
of siren tn, an I've a kind of feelin'
of goneness all the time. There's
somethin' the matter of my back an
chist, an it amt long III be burden
to you.
Old DR.. Philbrick was called. He
seemed unable to underst and the case
of Mrs. Mol, but told her anxious hus-
band that he'd have her around in a
few days"
mo, you won't" said Mrs. Mol,
resolutely, as she came out of the stu
por into which she seemed to have
fallen. ''Pliuy might as well be made
to understand the truth, doctor, an 1t
can't be kept from me-"
Doctor Philbrick did not have Mrs
Mol around as he predicted. He
came again and again, and seemed
at last to be greatly puzzled over the
! case.
Seems as though she'd RELY ought
/ to git some siren tn, " said Pliny to the
doctor. Her appetite amt failed
her vet; she eats more'n l do
"Pliny Mol, that ain't sol" Dried his
wife, Indignantly. During her nus
bands absence from the room Iirs.
Nsel had been telling the doctor that
| 1t gave her pain to swallow any thing
Mt all, and that she didn't eat enough
70 keep a bird alive
An elderly relative of Mr. Mol
called ..Aunt 'Cindy" had by this
time been installed as housekeeper
and nurse to Mrs. Moll, who steadily
grew worse and now gave daily In
structions as to how her funeral should
be conducted and what Pllny should