The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-19
How ! Got my Wife.

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window. SHE'D off and was going around
the sheep-pen to get shute on the house,
when the first thing knew, snap went
something with an almighty spring, and
the teeth of double-power wolf-trap dug
into my leg clean to the bone.
Murder help in the name Of all crea-
tion p' l shouted.
was securely secured, and oh didn't
it dig.
The 'Squire's dog set up yell, and flew
at me like a streak of lightning. The
Squire seized his rifle and, with the boys,
rushed out of the cabin.
ga wolf wolf get out Watch. I'll
pepper him.i'
"Take care, 'Squire-take care It's
me, Squire. Cali off the dog and don't
shoot"
"It's Am Swamp" said one of the boys;
81 know his voice. Don't shoot father"
cam swamp" said the old man, coming
up "what on earth are you doing in my
trap? Did you come to steal my sheep?"
"No, not single fleece" said l. "Open
the trap and let me out, and l will tell you
all about it."
"No matter how you got trapped, wen
take care of you, Am"
Well, after they got me into the cabin,
they laid me on the bed and examined my
wound. 1t was an ugly thing but Betsey
Chats the girls name) got some warm
water and wiped off the blood, and then
wrapped a clean, white cloth around the
wound. After got little easy, / told the
whole story from beginning to end They
all laughed but Betsey, and 1 noticed that
she wiped her eyes with the corner of her
apron.
After while got into a doze, and when
/ awoke the house was still and / thought
all had gone to bed turned over a little,
when twinge made me groan. l raised
my eyes, and there sat Betsey by my bed
side looking at me. May be blamed if
there wasn't tear in her eye.
"Well, Betsey, amt you gone to bed
yet? asked, looking up.
"No, l am not sleepy, Ambrose" said
oAAS pOh JOU WohV 1 Niiihh
"No," said !, 81 am not dry"
WELL" said she, "go to sleep again, if
you can"
shut my eyes, but somehow could not
sleep as long as she sat there, and may l
die if that girl didn't sit there the whole
blessed night, watching me. She always
was good, kind SOUL
| After breakfast the Squire took me in
his two-horse wagon, and it was some two
months before could put foot on the
ground after my girl hunt.
Betsey Hale would come every day to
see how was getting alongside was so
kind-hearted--and after spell began to
expect her, and if she didn't come at the
regular time, my leg ached, felt riled,
scolded the dog, and actually drove him
out of the house.
When she came my pillow always want
ed little wiping, or the bandage got loose,
and somehow she got to arranging things
better than my mother herself After
while got so that wouldn't let mother
dress my leg, she always hurt me and Bet
sey didn't.
1t happened one Sunday that mother
went to church and the dog and I were
keeping house all alone. began to feel
uneasy and thought my leg was getting
worse. 1t itched and ached and ached and
itched. l felt that if Betsey Hale did not
come to dress it wouldn't live an hour.
When just as l was about to give up the
ghost, the door opened and who should
come in but Betsey herself.
"Why, Ambrose, you are not all alone,
are you?" said she, with smile.
eyes" said I, "nobody here but the dog
and me, and l am getting very bad"
"Why, where is your mother?"
Gone to church." said l.
"If had known that l wouldn't have
come here" said she looking very grave.
"Not come here Betsey why, Of all
times this is the very time to come.
would rather see you than all the other
girls in the neighborhood.
"You don't mean what you say, Am"
and somehow the girl looked foolish and
blushed clean up to her eyes.
"My leg feels bad Betsey,and am pow
erful weak"
What can do for you, Ambrose, shall
fix the bandage?"
She said this with such a soft expression
that it took my breath away. My heart
began TO double-shuffie.
fare you in earnest ?' says l.
"Why, Am, what do you mean?" look