The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-12-20
MRS. M0LL'S AILMENTS.
She Was Finally Cured In a Very
Lively Manner.

Mrs. Rebecca Mol was one OF those
unfortunate women who are ALWAYS
''ailin'-" 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
10 her fate She was sure that she
had suffered from most of the mala-
dies common 10 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-
ineness of Mrs. Rebecca MoIrs mala-
dies They doubted her oft-repeated
statement that she had had the small
po1. the genuine As!atic cholera, the
yellow fever, distinct shock OF par
alysis and all the fevers ever heard
of. They did not believe that her left
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 q quilting; but when
reminded Of this fact she said, calmly:
Some folks git over sickness quick
er'n 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 neighbor a mile distant on the
next The ease and grace with which
she took on and threw of disease was
matter of surprise to her friends and
OF satisfaction 10 herself
There was one person, however. who
had firm faith in the genuineness OF
all Mrs. MolIs maladies, and that per-
son was her patient and affectionate
husband, Mr.. Pliny Mou
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-breathiu'?' and I've riz
10 my feet thtnkin' / was a widow man
tbs ume-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, so
feeble like: 4 amt quite. Pliny,' I've
said TO myself: Well. 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
the Inconvenience TO which Mrs
MolPs 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. MolI had to
be almost carried to bed from the
breakfast table. leaving Mr.. MolI to
wash the dishes and attend to other do
mestic duties. But Mr.. Moll made no
complaint He would go to work pa
tiently and sometimes tearfully saying:
Poor Becky! poor Beckyi it's a sight
harder on her than it is on me-n
One day Mrs Moll went to bed, and
did not get up again as the days and
weeks wore on.
Il shall never get up again. Pliny,"
she said 10 her husband. I'm done
fer. / don seem to have the frst mite
OF siren tn, an I've kind of a feelin'
OF goneness all the time There's
somethin' the matter of my back an
chist, an it amt long I'll be- burden
to you"
Old DIR. Philbrick was called He
seemed unable to understand the case
Of Mrs Moll. but told her anxious hus-
band that he'd have her around In
lew days"
'No. you won't" said Mrs. Mol.
as she came out Of the stu
por into winch she seemed to have
allen ''Pliuy might as we'll be made
% understand the truth, doctor, an it
ant be kept from 0se"'
Doctor Phil brick did not have Mira
Aou around as he predicted He
anne again and again. and seemed
t last to be greatly puzzled over the
ase.
Seems as though she'd RELY ought
git some stren'th," said Pliny so the
octor. Her appetite amt failed
er yet; she eats more'n / do"
"Pliny Moll. that ain't soI' cried his J
Fife, Indignantly. During her hus-
and's absence from the room Mrs. (
ioll had been telling the doctor that !
gave her pain to swallow any thing
I all. aud that she didn't eat enough
o keep bird alive.
An elderly relative of Mr.. Moll's
allied "Aunt 'Cindy" had by this