Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1858-12-20
A NOCTURNAL COMEDY OF ERRORS,

newly dOnncd hymcnial yeStments came from
their home, pleasant village in this State to
spend portion Of that upposed-to-be-deliciou
period known as the honeymoon, and placed
themselves under the charge of the proprietor
Of the Spencer House. They then sailed forth
TO witness the beauties and pecularitics of
! Queen City, and do as brides are ever won't
quantity Of the little business embraced in the
term shopping They were gone several
hours and did not return to the hotel until near
shutdown, quite tatigued with their exertions
The bride, Mrs. r. then found that she had
forgotten some articles indispensable to her
toilet, and unwilling to disturb her husband
who she knew must be weary, slipped out
while he was down stairs, and went up to
Fourth street to get the diminutve bundle
She was successful in her search for the store
and the article, but on her way back mistook,
from her Ignorance Of the city, Main street for
Broadway, and the Madison for the Spencer
House, which are situated nearly opposite to
each other.
Mrs. r. went into the hotel and thinking
1t rather different from the other, asked one of
the walters she met in the hall, in rather a low
| and indistinct tone, if that was the Spencer"
to which, he, failing to understand her, replied
IN the affirmative. She then ordered him to
bring her the key to No. As, which he did and
she entered it, and removed her bonnet, shawl,
and other portions Of her attire, and crept be-
tween the sheets Of the bed to enjoy a little
nap after her long walk, never dreaming she
was in the wrong house, for the reason that the
| apartment happened to have the same position,
and be furnished very much like her room at
the Spencer"
Instead of taking "little nap" she fell into
a profound sleep, that continued hour after
hour until IL O'clock at which time she was
disturbed by most unexpected incident.
of M 4 0l,nr,
! from town in Indiana who had been to the
| theatre and become little intoxicated went to
| the Madison, and, wishing no one to see his
| condition, walked up to his room without a
| light and, fortunately or unfortunately, found
the door unlocked. He entered quietly. and,
| as total darkness reigned there he removed
ms garments and crept into the spacious dou-
pie bed, not disturbing i'll the least the fair
bride who lay near the wall.
How long the two repOsed there side by side
with only foot Of space between them all I'M
conscious Of the others presence is not exactly
known, but probably about an hour, when a ire
mendous noise was heard in the department
| IRON which female screams issued wildly,
piercingly, and ceaslessly.
! he hotel was in an uproar proprietors,
| clerks walters, pOrters, and guests, dressed
and halt-dressed, were at the door of FORTY
eight I'D few minutes, blocking up the en-
trance and asking each other eagerly, "Whati
! the matter?" ''For Gods sake, tell us what's
! the troubled
The cause Of this cutlery may be imagined
| The bride had awakened about midnight, and
| putting her hand over husband, it fell upon the
Indlanlans face, and the soft, warm touch
| aroused him at once He did not understand
1t exactly, though he did not dislike it, and in
moment more Mrs r. said: 'AIv dearest
husband, where have you been all this while!"
Husband, echoed the merchant beginning
to see, like Lord Tinse that he had made a
small mistake here )" 81 am nobody's husband
reckon, my dearmadam, you're in the wrong
bed"
lnthe wrong bed-horror of horrors. thought
the brde-what would her Iiege lord, what
would the curious say And Mrs II. screamed
terribly, and sprang from her couch lust as her
companion did the same. He was fully as
much alarmed as she, and entreated her to
give him time and he would leave the apart
ment although it was the one he had engaged
he'd make oath to that
Scream scream, scream, was the only reply
to TINS kindly proposition.
My God, madam, don't yell so you'll wake
the whole house. Be reasonable; | swear it's
only a mistake. Have some thought of the
consequences l don't want to hurt you'll
swear L don't You'll get me shot and your
selt-well, ! won't say what"
The screams increased, and the poor Indian
IAN, expecting every moment to see pistol
thrust in his face by jealous husband, turned
pale as death, which he expected, and resigned
! himself to his fate
Just at this .iuncturc, the throng outside pre-
scented itself at the door, and behold Mrs r.
covering in one corner, exercising her lungs
magnlhcently, with sheet wrapped over her
form and head, and the lndianiap in the middle
OF the room, enyClOped in a COVerlet eiaculat-