Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-06-28
DAILY EVENING STAR.
STORY OF THE WRONG BABY.

The Sunday Courier, whose editor is
famous for finding out naughty places
where married women of New York re-
sort to get fun and excitement, relates the
following incident connected with a
" check-apron sa,ree, in East Broadway:
These meetings are held exclusively
private, so that even the police can't find
out whisper about them. Oysters and
game suppers, champagne and whiskey
toddys, fill up the rosy hours to the
brim. The men have many of them.
wives and families, hold cushioned pews
in fashionable churches, attend Hone
Chapel lectures, and eschew Sunday
newspapers. There are moral, highhead-
ed men in the community, and subscribe
literally to tract societies and foreign
missions. They turn up their eyes in
holy horror at reports of common licen-
tiousness, in company with women who,
bearing respectable characters among
their neighbors, are false to every feeling
of virtue.
One of the female members of these
check-apron assemblages was most singu-
larlv, the agent in bringing this den Of
revelry to light. 1t seems that she is a
married woman, the wife of an honest
mechanic, and the mother of a Young
child. She had comfortable home, and
apparently, all that modest woman
could desire: but, sad tosay. was regu.
lar attendant on and participant in check
apron "sociables." The nature of her
husbands vocation made it necessary for
him to work until l2 o'clock every night,
WHICH gave her an easy opportunity to
crafty he desires unexpected. She was
always at home before her husband ar
rived, and thus for months had carried
on her clandestine amusement, without
the least danger ofexposure. But .smur-
der will out" and did.
A few nights since the socialists met
in full conclave. The supper was rich,
the wine sparkling, the women were en-.
chanting, the men gallant to degree.
Time flew ike frightened pigeon, and
the excitement was at its height, when,
bark three four five
six-seven-eight nine ne-ten-eleuen-
TWELVE struck like death knell upon
the ears of the IL o'clock lady.
my God! !" she exclaimed, "f shall be
too late! Ny husband will be home be.
fore me-" and hastily throwing ON her
shawl and bonnet, and catching her Sleep
ing babe from its bed in an adjoining
room, she left the house, without even
bestowinga parting kiss upon the reeking
lips of her moral paramour. She gained
her own door, almost breathlesS-her
hand trembled as he grasped the knob
she opened it carefully. Thank God,
be is not here. am safe," was her
ejaculation, as she placed her infant on
the bed, and sat down to compose her
self.
The husband soon arrived. took his
supper and they retired. Next morning
as the wife was busy getting breakfast,
she was suddenly called by her husband.
Il say, wife, look here-I thought our
child was girl, y said he.
well. so it ls,'' replied the wife.
Indeed F. Well come and look at this
one
The investigation did not last great
while. The woman had laid her child
beside another one at the party, and in
her hurry had caught up the wrong one.
How to explain the sudden metamorphose,
she knew not. She was too much agita.
ted to coin lie. But the husband re-
lieved her, for on taking good look at
the little fellow, he exclaimed "Why
this is Mrs. IS child
The terrific wife at once confessed all,
and named the people who were in the
habit of meeting her at Mrs. IS.