Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian., 1859-01-08
A Bride in the Wrong Bed,

We have the Cincinnati Enquirer as vouch.
er for the following. A newly married pair
put up at the Spencer House-they went
out shopping returned bride had left some
things-she quietly slipped out, leaving her
spouse asleep-found her lost articles-re-
turned-mistook Main for Broadway-got
into the Madison instead of the Spencer-it
looked little strange-asked boy if she was
in the Spencer-boy said yes-not fully un-
derstanding her-she told him to lead her to
48-she partly disrobed and got into bed
expected her husband momentarily-fe
asleep-the occupant of 4s Madison, an
Indiana Merchant, returned from the Thea
tte-slightly nebriated-quietly went to his
room-to bed-to asleep. The account pro-
ceeds: : a'.-
How long the two reposed there side by
side, with only one foot of space between
them, all unconscious ofeach others presence,
is not exactly known, but probably about an
hour, when tremendous noise was heard in
the apartment from which female screams
issued wildly, piercing and ceaselessly o
The hotel was in an uproar !; proprietOrs,
clerks, dressed, were at the door of "4S" in
few minutes, blocking up the entrance, and
asking each other eagerly, "What is the mat
ter y' "For Gods sake tell us what is the
trouble ?' a. .l... - n1ra nH a3 ts.i. q
The cause of this outcry may be imagin-
ed. The bride had awakened about midnight,
and putting her hand over her husband, it
fell upon the Indianian's face, and the soft,
warm touch aroused him at once. He did not
understand it exactly, though he did not dis
like it, and in q moment more, Mrs. r. said !:
"My dearest husband, where have you been
all this while p'' 51- = --..'.
" Husband" echoed the merchant, begin
ming to see, like Lord Tinsel, that he ''made
a small mistake here;' II am nobody's hus-
band. I reckon, my dear madame, you're in
the wrong bed" y.'
In the wrong bed-horror of horrors,
thought the bride. What would her lege-
lord-what would the curious world say p
And Mrs. B. screamed terribly and sprang
from the couch just 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 apartment, although it was
the one had engaged-he'd make oath to
that. ',.
Scream, scream, scream, was the only re-
ply to this kindly proposition.
" My God, madam, don't yell 80 you'll
wake the house. Be reasonable swear it's
only mistake Have some thought of the
consequences don't want to hurt you,
swear don't. You'll get me shot and your
self-well, won't say what" -..r. = ~,
Just at this juncture, the throng outside
presented itself at the door, and beheld Mrs.
B. covering in one corner, exercising her lungs
magniicentiy, with sheet wrapped over her
form and head, and the Indianian in the mid.
die of the room enveloped in q coverlet,
and calculating: "My God, madam,
don't!' "' ...a.i
The junior proprietor, DR.. Cahill, saw there
must be some mistake, and requesting tho
others to retire, called the merchant out,
with him into another room, and there learn
ed the whole story. The Doctor then sent
one of the ladies of the hotel to Mrs. B., and
the entire affair was explained with confus-
ion at circumstance that might have ruined
her reputation forever. '''
Under the escort of the Doctor she was
conveyed to the "Spencer " where the hus-
band was found pacing the corridors with
frantic mein, and half fcrazed with grief at the
mysterious diappearance of his wife, whom he
believed had been spirited away by villain,
or murdered for her jewels in this " internal
city," where, as he expressed it, they
would kill man for a dollar any time"
As soon as he beheld his spouse he caught
her to his bosom and wept like child. He
was melted with happiness at her discovery
and recovery, and told her that he had scour-
ed the city for intelligence of her whereabouts
vain.