, said Sarah, and she produced the certificate, and the
Old Offender and his wife came out and declared that they witnessed the
ceremony.

What was to be done? evidently nothing; only the constable ordered a
whole barrel of ale to treat his posse and any one about tire town who
chose to drink, and the barrel was rolled out on the grass, tapped, and
for a half hour there was a great jollification, which was not exactly
in honor of our wedding, but which afforded the greatest gratification
to the constable, his retainers, and those who happened to gather to see
what was going on. This ended, and the bill paid, the Easton delegation
got into their wagons and turned their horses heads towards home.

We passed three delightful days under the Old Offender's roof, and
then thanking our host for his kindness to us, and paying our bill, we
started on our return journey for Oxford. We arrived safely, and staid
with Boston Yankee a fortnight. We were close by the Scheimer homestead,
which was but a few miles away across the river; but we feared neither
father nor brothers, nor even the woman who was so unwilling to let
Sarah go with me. The constable, and the rest had carried home the news
of our marriage, and the old folks made the best of it. Indeed, after
they heard we had returned to Oxford, Sarah's mother sent a man over to
tell her that if she would come home any day she could pack her clothes
and other things, and take them away with her. The day after we received
this invitation, Boston Yankee offered to take Sarah over home, and
promised to bring her safely back. So she went, was treated tolerably
well, at any rate, she secured her clothes and brought them home with
her.

It was now time to bid farewell to our staunch friend, Boston Yankee. I
had inducements to go to Goshen, Orange County, N. Y., where I had many
acquaintances, and to Goshen we went. We found a good boarding place,
and I began to practice medicine, After we had been there a while, Sarah
wrote home to let her family know where she was, and that she was well
and happy. Her father wrote in reply that we both might come there at
any time, and that if she would come home he would do as well by her as
he would by any of his children. This letter made Sarah uneasy. In spite
of all the ill usage she had received from her parents and family, she
was nevertheless homesick, and longed to get back again. I could see
that this feeling grew upon her daily. We were pl