The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1891-03-07
HIS OWN WHISKY DID IT.
Accidental Cure In n sleeping Car.

Accidental Cure IN n Sleeping Car.
Speaking of accidental cures, p"
said an old physician at the Audltori-
um Hotel last evening, reminds me
of an incident in the official career
of ex-Governor Padeford, of Rhode
Island. The Governor was very
corpulent man and shortly after his
installation an abscess formed in his
stomach. 1t was most painful, and
to ease the pain his physician in-
structed him to travel. The Cover
nor, accompanied by his wife, set
forth and pretty much over the entire
country they went One night IN
sleeping car the pain attacked the
Governor with extraordinary force
and, as usual at such times, his good
wife got up to prepare mustard
plaster. So accustomed was the Gov
ernor to such applications that, like
drinks for an old topper, they had to
be made extra strong TO be effective.
With the assistance of the porter,
however, she fixed up large fat plas-
ter. which she calculated would come
pretty nigh drawing the very abscess
itself ont OF her liege lord; then,
holding il carefully before her, trot-
ted back to the berth and, parting
the curtains, she placed the plaster
on the proper place. As she gave it
the last pat she looked up for smile
of thanks from her husband, when
a. k.- L,rro~ pkn d;eenvarod thot che
had stopped at the wrong berth and
operated upon strange individual,
who was drummer for liquor
house. That she had not before dis
covered her mistake or that he had
not awakened was due 10 his being
person of about the same size as the
Governor and considerably under the
influence Of liquor. Shuddering with
fright the good lady found her hus-
bands berth and stammered forth
what she had done. The Governor,
Notwithstanding his pain and that the
plaster contained his entire stock of
mustard, laughed loudly and vowed
that il he died he would not stir till
the man with the gubernatosial plas-
ter ON his common clay stomach
should awake. The time was not
long. a piercing yell that brought
the conductor aud porter to the drum
mcr's berth announced its arrival.
As they tore aside the curtain the
drummer, putting his hand to MS
stomach, felt the soft plaster. My
God , hc screamed, rs visions of pre-
mature decomposition danced before
his eyes, " I'm spoiling!n In an ag-
ony of mind he tore the plaster, which
be supposed to be layer of decay
ing flesh, away. 1t struck the porter
in the face aud that individual, fancy
ing that his brains had been knocked
out, fled.
What's the matter with youl'n
the conductor inquired of the drum
mer.
- Matterl - echoed that person.
age with misery in his face. MAT
teri Great Heavens, can you ask \
Look there, he said, pointing to bis
stomach. l am rotting away; and
TO think it was my own whisky that
did it,
"The conductor looked at the spot
indicated, but saw nothing unnatural.
He so told the drummer, who eau
tiously placed his hand on his stom-
ach. His lightning change of coun-
tenance told the relief he felt. Il
must have had a nightmare he said.
The conductor, considerably mysti-
fed, withdrew and obtained an ex-
planation from the Governor, who,
having overheard the drummer, was
just recovering from paroxysm of
laughter which had broken the alb
scess. It's breaking was what had
been sought and in few hours the
Governor was entirely cured. VI Chi
cago Post.