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If she had only produced the other bracelet, and explained in a simple way how she came by them, or if the other bracelet had been found, that might have made a difference; but it has never been seen or heard of from that day to this." "I can now explain all to your ladyship's full satisfaction," said Bradly.
"You weren't far wrong there, William," broke in Thomas Bradly; "for the gospel is our heavenly Father's will and testament, making us his heirs; and it's written with his own hand, and sealed with the blood of his dear Son. But go on, William." "I don't doubt but you're right," resumed Foster.
At last they reached the town, and carried the sufferer to his miserable dwelling, with cheery words to his poor wife, and a promise from Bradly to send the doctor at once, and that he would call himself next day and see how he was going on. Then the three friends hastened at once to Foster's house, that they might be the first to acquaint his wife with her husband's peril and deliverance.
Such was Thomas Bradly's kitchen. Many a happy gathering was held there, and many a useful lesson learned in it. But, besides the rooms already mentioned, there was one adjoining the kitchen which was specially Thomas Bradly's own. It was of considerable size, and was entered from the inside by a little door out of the kitchen. This door was commonly locked, and the key kept by Bradly himself.
When Bradly left Ned Taylor's house, he walked home very slowly, revolving many thoughts in his mind, and, according to his fashion, giving them expression in a talk, half out loud, to himself, as follows: "Well, now, we've got another step on the road to set poor Jane straight; and yet it looks like a step, and a good long step too, back'ards.
To this Betsy immediately assented, and the clerk went away with the ring in his charge. The following evening he and Thomas Bradly were closeted together in the "Surgery." "So," said Thomas, "you can tell me, I understand, who is the owner of this ring you've just returned to me."
But then I've just cast my eyes on them words, and I've said to myself, `All right, Thomas Bradly; you just go and do the next thing; and I've gone and done it, and after that I've done the next thing, and so on till I've got through the whole bundle."
But, as my readers know by this time, all experience, even the bitterest, was utterly thrown away upon me; I seemed to get out of one scrape only to walk, with my eyes open, straight into another. At the hotel where I went to board, there was temporarily staying a woman, about thirty-two years old, Margaret Bradly, by name, who kept a large millinery establishment in town.
Bradly, who had gone through the house with us, enjoying my admiration of all their comfortable arrangements, seemed to dwell with particular interest on what I said in reference to the whiskey-barrel. She was now leaning affectionately upon her husband's arm her own drawn through his, and her hands clasped together looking up into his face with a tender and confiding regard.
Lord help me! I've done for myself. Oh, help me out for pity's sake!" With great difficulty, and with terrible suffering to the poor wretch himself, they contrived at last to draw him up, and to place him with his back against a heap of fallen masonry. "What's to be done now?" asked the sergeant. "Leave him to us," replied Bradly; "we'll get him home.
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