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Seven Wives and Seven Prisons; Or, Experiences in the Life of a Matrimonial Monomaniac. a True Story by L. A. Abbott
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eaten it, ordered out my horse and drove on. After riding some ten
miles we arrived at another public house on the road, and as the
landlord come out to the door I immediately asked him where I could
find a justice of the peace? He laughed, for he at once comprehended
the whole situation, and said:

"Well, well! I am an old offender myself; I ran away with my wife;
there is a justice of the peace two miles from here, and if you'll
come in I'll have him here within an hour."

We had reached the right place at last, for while the landlady was
getting breakfast for us, and doing her best to make us comfortable
and happy, the Old Offender himself took his horse and carriage and
went for the justice. By the time we had finished our breakfast he
was back with him, and Sarah and I were married in "less than no
time," the Old Offender and his wife singing the certificate as
witnesses. I never paid a fee more gladly. We were married now, and
all the Scheimers in Pennsylvania were welcome to come and see us if
they pleased.

No Scheimers came that day; but the day following came a deputation
from that family, some half dozen delegates, and with them a
constable from Easton, with a warrant to arrest Sarah for
something-I never knew what-but at any rate he was to take her home
if necessary by force. The Old Offender declined to let these people
into his house; Sarah told me to keep out of the way and she would
see what was wanted. Whereupon she boldly went to the door and
greeted those of her acquaintances who were in the party. The
constable knew her, and told her he had come to take her home. "But
what if I refuse to go?" "Well then, I have a warrant to take you;
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