Mail Order Bride: A Bride for the Doctor (Bozeman Brides Book 4) by Emily Woods Page A
Authors: Emily Woods
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they learn about these kinds of things. Be a good girl and let him examine you. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”
The younger woman still looked terrified, but at her sister’s command, she allowed the procedure to happen. And he was grateful. It was as he suspected, and after completing the exam, he asked them to sit while he could explain what would happen.
“It’s a very small surgery and you would be as good as new within a week or two. You should stay in bed until then. Will that be possible?”
The sister answered for her. “You bet. I’ll watch over her and make sure she rests. And no arguments.” This last statement she leveled at her sister.
After booking an appointment for the following day, the sisters left and Geoff emitted a sigh of relief. That was one battle he’d managed to win, but how many more would he have to fight?
As was his custom, he prayed for the women who’d just left and sought God’s counsel for his practice and his life. He wondered if there was some answer that he might be overlooking. Since there were no others waiting and the surgery was in order, he picked up his Bible and leafed through the well-worn pages. Paul’s letters were his favorite, and as he paged through First Corinthians, his eyes fell on a passage in the seventh chapter.
“ ‘Let every man have his own wife, and every woman her own husband,’ ” he read aloud in astonishment. “Really, Lord?” he questioned, but even as he reread the words, he believed that he’d found an answer. If he had a wife, then people would trust him more. Men would trust him with their wives, women would trust him with more personal matters and he would be seen as an altogether more reliable, steady type of person. Also, if he had his own wife and children, the residents would take him more seriously.
His mind skimmed over the available women in town, but there were none that would be suitable. This was only a problem for a moment as he remembered how his friend Theo had found his wife. Not only Theo, but also the man’s brother-in-law, the sheriff and his deputy as well had written to a newspaper in New York and arranged for mail-order brides. From what he’d seen, each man was very happy with the arrangement.
A small smile appeared on his face as he thanked God for the idea. He wasted no time, but began to scribble out a description of the kind of woman he was looking for. Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed the letter in an envelope and set out for the bank to find the address of the newspaper from his friend and any other relevant information.
He whistled as he went, sure that he’d found the answer to all his problems.
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“ W hat’s this here say ?” asked a man named Bobby, a clerk at the New York Daily Tribune. “Some people really should go back to school and learn better penmanship.”
Another clerk, Peter, looked over his shoulder. “It’s a want ad, right? Looks like a…doctor…wants a…what’s that, assistant? That would be a nurse. Ha! It figures. I can never read my own doc’s writing.” They shared a brief chuckle before getting back to deciphering the scrawled letter.
“Well, he wrote something that looks like assistant and woman, so I suspect you’re right. It must be for a nurse. And it does say something about a practice, and that looks like the word busy, so that must be it. Okay, run it like this. ‘Doctor in Bozeman, Montana requires nurse for busy practice. Apply to the following address.’ Put the address just below. He sent along a bit more money than he needed to, so use the larger type. That’ll make up the difference.”
“But what about all those other words? I think he wrote something about being hard-working and such.”
“Okay, throw it in there.” Bobby got back to setting the type for the newspaper’s headline. Small matters like want ads didn’t particularly worry him. The big business scandal was much more important.
Peter set off to do Bobby’s
The younger woman still looked terrified, but at her sister’s command, she allowed the procedure to happen. And he was grateful. It was as he suspected, and after completing the exam, he asked them to sit while he could explain what would happen.
“It’s a very small surgery and you would be as good as new within a week or two. You should stay in bed until then. Will that be possible?”
The sister answered for her. “You bet. I’ll watch over her and make sure she rests. And no arguments.” This last statement she leveled at her sister.
After booking an appointment for the following day, the sisters left and Geoff emitted a sigh of relief. That was one battle he’d managed to win, but how many more would he have to fight?
As was his custom, he prayed for the women who’d just left and sought God’s counsel for his practice and his life. He wondered if there was some answer that he might be overlooking. Since there were no others waiting and the surgery was in order, he picked up his Bible and leafed through the well-worn pages. Paul’s letters were his favorite, and as he paged through First Corinthians, his eyes fell on a passage in the seventh chapter.
“ ‘Let every man have his own wife, and every woman her own husband,’ ” he read aloud in astonishment. “Really, Lord?” he questioned, but even as he reread the words, he believed that he’d found an answer. If he had a wife, then people would trust him more. Men would trust him with their wives, women would trust him with more personal matters and he would be seen as an altogether more reliable, steady type of person. Also, if he had his own wife and children, the residents would take him more seriously.
His mind skimmed over the available women in town, but there were none that would be suitable. This was only a problem for a moment as he remembered how his friend Theo had found his wife. Not only Theo, but also the man’s brother-in-law, the sheriff and his deputy as well had written to a newspaper in New York and arranged for mail-order brides. From what he’d seen, each man was very happy with the arrangement.
A small smile appeared on his face as he thanked God for the idea. He wasted no time, but began to scribble out a description of the kind of woman he was looking for. Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed the letter in an envelope and set out for the bank to find the address of the newspaper from his friend and any other relevant information.
He whistled as he went, sure that he’d found the answer to all his problems.
----
“ W hat’s this here say ?” asked a man named Bobby, a clerk at the New York Daily Tribune. “Some people really should go back to school and learn better penmanship.”
Another clerk, Peter, looked over his shoulder. “It’s a want ad, right? Looks like a…doctor…wants a…what’s that, assistant? That would be a nurse. Ha! It figures. I can never read my own doc’s writing.” They shared a brief chuckle before getting back to deciphering the scrawled letter.
“Well, he wrote something that looks like assistant and woman, so I suspect you’re right. It must be for a nurse. And it does say something about a practice, and that looks like the word busy, so that must be it. Okay, run it like this. ‘Doctor in Bozeman, Montana requires nurse for busy practice. Apply to the following address.’ Put the address just below. He sent along a bit more money than he needed to, so use the larger type. That’ll make up the difference.”
“But what about all those other words? I think he wrote something about being hard-working and such.”
“Okay, throw it in there.” Bobby got back to setting the type for the newspaper’s headline. Small matters like want ads didn’t particularly worry him. The big business scandal was much more important.
Peter set off to do Bobby’s
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