The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-02-10
Completely Cured the Governor.

Speaking of accidental cures" said an old
physician to Chicago Post reporter, reminds
me of an incident in the official career of ex-
Gov. Paddleford of Rhode Island. The gov
ernor was very corpulent man, and shortly
after his instalment an abscess formed in his
stomach. It was most painful, and, to ease the
PAIN, MS physician instructed him to travel.
The governor, accompanied by his wife, set
forth, and pretty much over the entire country
they went. One night, in a sleeping car the
pain attacked the governor with extraordinary
force, and, as u ual at such times, his good wife
got up to prepare mustard plaster. So accus-
toned was the governor to such applications
that, like drinks for an old topper they had to be
assistance of the porter, however she
fixed up a large, fat plaster, which,
she calculated, would come pretty nigh
drawing the very abscess itself out of her liege
lord, then, holding it carefully before her,
trotted back to tbs berth, and, parting the cur
tains, she placed the poultice on the proper
place. AS she gave it It's last pat, she looked
up for a smile of thanks from her husband,
when to her horror she discovered that she had
stopped at the wrong berth, and operated upon
strange individual who was drummer for a
liquor house. That she had not before dis
covered her mistake, or that he had not
awakened, was due to his beng a person of
about the same size as the governor, and con
siderably under the influence of liquor. Shud-
husbands berth and stammered forth
what she had DONE The governor,
although in great pain, and notwith-
standing that tho plaster contained his entire
stock OF mustard, laughed loudly and vowed
that If he died he would not stir till the man
with the gubernatorial plaster on his common
clay stomach should awake The time was not
long. piercing yell that brought the conductor
and porter 10 the drummer's berth announced
its arrival. AS they tore aside the curtains
the drummer. putting his hand to his stomach,
felt the soft plaster. My Godr he screamed,
as visions of premature decomposition danced
before his eyes, I'm spoilingi" In an agony
of mine he tore the the plaster, which he sup
posed to be layer of decaying flesh, from him,
and with q scream of despair flung it away. 1t
struck the porter in the face, and that in6ivid-
ual, fancying that his brains had been knocked
out, fed
whats the matter with youg' the conductor
inquired of the drummer.
"'Matter?' echoed that parsonage with misery
in his face. Matter? Great heavens can you
Ask Look there, he said, pointing TO his stom-
ach. I am rotting away: and to think it was
my own whisky that did itr
The conductor looked at the spot indicated,
but saw nothing unnatural He so told the
drummer, who cautiously placed his hand on
his stomach His lightning change Of couute-
nance told the relief he felt. I must have had
nightmare, he SAID. The conductor consid-
C-ably mystifed, withdrew and obtained an ex-
plan alton from the governor, who having over
heard the drum ner, was just recovering from a
paroxysm o. laughter which had broken the
abscess Its breaking was what had been
sought and in a few hours the governor was
entirely cured"