The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-03-02
THE BLU..S CURE.
What the Great Golden Remedy
Did for the Patients.

There WAS Water cure. a Rest cul e
and Mind cure in the SANE t,.wn; hut
Il three together did not ito haf the
.nsincss of the Elues cure. In fact
Inse three establishments complained
att ely that the blues cure took away
amy "f the + patients. They dill ali
| .h,y could 10 crush st out; they de-
-larei 1t to be Il humbug, IA mere quacIS
| 'oacecn, with its mysterious Great
! Golden Remedy"
I In truth, there was a mystery con-
! nectei with the Blues cure. 1t was in
| one respect something like the Loi>ette
! Memory system, for every patient had
| to sign bond that he would never re-
| veal to anyone the secret of the Great
| Golden Remedy" But in spite of this,
| and the enmity of the other establish
ments, the Blues cure prospcrcd
| traordinarily, and people thronged to
| it from far and near. The Blues euro
! could proudly affirm that in all its
| recr a ease had never been lost
The Blues cure office was 4 small
| Sunshiny room opening from large,
/ cheerful waiting room.
| One fine October afternoon the clock
| was just striking three as the doctor,
accompanied by patient, entered the
| office and closed the door behind him.
The doctor was a jolly little man
| with bald head, and u beaming smile
so much like sunshine that on rainy
days his great black cat would stretch
he self out before him, as though she
were really warming herself in its
beams.
The patient was tall, thin theo-
loguc, with lugubrious expression of
countenance, suitable for chronic at
tender of funerals.
The doctors style was lacunic
What's the matter?" said lac.
Il subject to depression of
spirits" replied the theologue, with
deep sigh that reused the black cat
from its slumbers-
When do these attacks come on?''
said the doct"r, looking at him with
half closed eyes, as an artist surveys
picture.
Every evening"" replied the theo-
logue. Il can't use my eyes then, and
| fall to thinking of my theological
questions, aud l get extremely down
in my spirits. "
What kind of questions?'
''Oh, the most importa ut and inter
esting which can stir a mans mind" "
animation that the black cat again
was startled. Whether Moses wrote
the PentLteuch; whether the LeviticaI
code came in with Ezra or before; the
doctrines of original sin, future pro-
baton, and many others. l am so up
set in my old ideas (for / was taught
from my youth up that it was wicked
to question anything about such mat
ters) that | get terribly blue"
''Oh, hor' said the doctor, jumping
mp and fetching a little gilt box from
table. II see what you needl You
must drop your studies for a time and
devote yourself to taking this great
golden remedy. Follow the directions
as if your life depended ON it and you'll
be cured of the blues"
is that alp said the theologue, in
astonishment
You'll find it enough!' replied the
doctor, as he showed him the door.
Next he called through the ante
room door, much as IA lecturer directs
his assistant to throw the next picture
on the screen.
In came young woman of perhaps
seven and twenty, attired according to
the latest fashion.
'rOh, doctor, how can get over the
blucs?" she asked, in the jer3iy,
chopped-off, broad-A style of enuncia-
ton so fashionable among feminine
dudes"
What gives them to you?" said the
doctor. looking at her with magnify
ng glass. as if to see to what genus she
belonged.
My looking glass" frankly an
swerci the young woman. 1t shows
h.,t NIofr, a
I've got three gray hairs and one crows
foot"
We'll, what of that?" asked the doc
tor.
Nv at OF that?" repeated the pa
tient 1T shows I'm growing old, and
that's enough to make any body blue.
There are lots of buds coming out ev-
cry year in society, and I'm getting to
be one of the old girls. just hate To
be an old e1rl and be laid on the shelf,
| had an odious time at my last ball,
and life isn't worth living, and I'm sick
of itl'
..Humph.' said the doctor. Wen
cure You. if you will obey me implicit
ly. You must follow this prescription
faithfully. Take this Great Golden
Remedy whenever you feel the symp-
toms coming on, and you won't have
sing.e blue"
So saying he handed her little gilt
box like the one he gave the theologue,
and she too passed into the street
Next came a widow buried in crepe.
..WeH Mrs. Relict, l suppose you've
come TO report" said the doctor.
Yes" replied the widow. The
Golden Remedy has worked wonders
with me. | thought it would he
easy, but found it very hard to swal
low at first l persevered, and it has
done me an enormous amount OF good
I've slept and eaten as 1 haven't since
Johns death"
You've given up re aiding your letters
of coincidence and wiping your eyes,
them" said the doctor.
.'Oh, yes," said the widow; Il don't
have any time now"
How often do you take the rem
,dy2"
.'Oh, nearly all the time" she re-
Piled IF go an hour without it, get
20 thinking about John and how |
miss him, and it gives me the blues
terribly"
well, keep on the same way" said
the doctor. heartily; keep it up"
No sooner had the widow departed
than in came "A pale young man
What gives you the blues?" said the
doctor, with one of his most sunshiny
smiles. The cat left the window and
stretched herself out in front of him
The vaurs- r,"u hesitated IN answer
aug this question, but as the doctor
pressed him he finally admitted the
c;use.
Il can't help thinking about myself"
said he. when / go among people !
am pursued by thoughts of my own