Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-01-08
MRS. MOLL'S AILMENTS.
She Was Finally Cured In Very
Lively Manner.

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 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 flour doctors had given her
up" and when 1t was confidently sup
posed that "every breath would DO
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 Molls mala-
dies They doubted 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. Moll had walked
three miles to a quilting; but when
reminded of this fact she said, calmly:
Some folks git over sickness quick
er'n others, and m one OF that kind"
to be breathing her last" one day,
and enjoying cup OF tea at the house
of Il neighbour q milo distant on tho
next The ease and grace with which
she took on and threw off disease was
u 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. Molps maladies, and that per-
son was her patient and affectionate
husband, Mr.. Pliny Mol.
What my Becky has endoored no
one but mo and her knows" he often
said earnestly. MANY an a-manys
the time I've set by her sick bedside
an said to myself: is she a-breathin'
or amt she a-breathin'P' and I've riz
to my feet thinkin' l 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, so
feeble like: Il amt quite. Pliny,' I've
said to myself: We'll, it won't be long
fore you will be, Becky Moll, if you
mint better right forthwith an
faster p"
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, 40 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 saying:
Poor Becky! poor Becky! it's sight
harder on her than it is on me-"
One day Mrs. Moll 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, I'm done
fer. dom seem to have tho first 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 DR.. Philbrick was called. He
seemed unable to understand the case
Of Mrs. Moll, but told her anxious hus-
band that he'd shave 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. "Pliny might as we'll be made
to understand the truth, doctor, an it
can't be kept from mer'
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 stren'th," said Pliny TO the
doctor. "Her appetite amt failed
her yet; she cats more'n do"
"Pliny Mol, that amt sol' cried his
wife, Indignantly. During her hus-
bands absence from the room Mrs.
Moll had been telling the doctor that
it gave her pain to swallow any thing
ut all, and that she didn't eat enough |
to keep bird alive.
An elderly relative OF Mr.. Moll's
called AUNT 'Cindy" had by this
time been installed rs 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 Pliny should
do when she was gone. These details
always left Pliny very much detected,
and one day he said, desperately and
tearfully;
you shan't go long AZ any thing
kin be done feryou that aim been done.
An there's got to he consultation
over you, Becky"