The prairie news., 1859-01-27
The Mistakes of a Might.

We have the Cincinnati Enquirer as
: voucher for the following:
A newly-marred pair put up at the
Spencer House-they went out shopping
-returned--bride had left some things
she quietly slipped out, leaving her
spouse as!eep-found her lost articles
returned-mistook Main for Broadway
got into>the Mansion instead of the Spen-
cert looked little strange-asked
boy if she was in the Spencer-boy said
yes, not fully understanding her-she
told him to lead her to 4S-she partly
disrobed and got into bead-expected
her husband momentarily-fell asleep,
the occupant of As Mansion, Indiana mer-
chant, returned from the theatre-a lit
tie tight-quietly went to room--to bed
Ito sleep.--The account proceeds:
How long the two reposed there side
by side, with only a foot of space between
them ,all unconscious of each othor's pres
ence, is not exactly known, but probably
about an hour, when tremendous noise
was heard in the apartment, from which
female screams issued widely, piercing
and increasingly.
The hotel Was in an uproar prOprie-
tors, clerks, walters, porters, and guests,
dressed and half-dressed, were at the
door of +" forty eight in a few minutes,
blocking up the entrance, and asking
each other eagerly, What is the mat
ter f. "For Gods sake, tell us what is
the trouble :"
The cause of this outery may be mag
ined. 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 dislike it, and in . mo-
ment more Mrs. II. said" My dearest
husband, where have you been all the
while 7"
Husband" echoed the merchant, be-
ginning to see, like Lord Tinsel, that he
had made a small mistake here am
nobody's husband. / reckon, my dear
madam, you're in the wrong bed"
In the wrong bed--horror of horrors,
thought the bride. What whould her
iege lord-what would the world say
And Mrs. II. screamed terribly and
sprang from the couch just as her CON-
panion 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 one he had
engaged-he'd make oath to that.
Scream, scream, scream, was the only
reply to this kind proposition.
my God, madam, don't yell so you'll
wake the house. Be reasonable; l swear
it's only mistake. Have some thonght
of the consequence. l don't want to
hurt you, swear ! don't. You'll get
me shot, and yourself-well, l won't say
what"
just at this juncture, the throng out
side presented itself at the door, and be-
held Mrs. r. covering in one corner, ex-
ercising her lungs magnifcently, with a
sheet wrapped over head and form, and
the Indianian in the middle of the room
enveloped in a coverlet and calculating;
"My God, madam, don't -
The Junior proprietor, DR.. Cahill, saw
there must be some mistake, and request
ing the others to retire, called The mer-
chant out, went with him into another
room, and there learned the whole story.
The Doctor then sent one of the ladies
of the hotel to Mrs. r., and the entire af-
fair was explained greatly to her relief,
though she was overwhelmed with con-
fusion at circumstance that might have
ruined her reputation forever.
Under the escort of the Doctor she
was conveyed to the" Spencer" where
the husband was found pacing the corri-
doris with frantic mien, and half-crazed
with griefat the mysterious disappearance
of his wife whom he believed had been
spirited away by william, or murdered
for her jewels in this internal city,
where, as he expressed it, they would
kill man for 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
and told her that he had secured the city
for intelligence Of her whereabouts in
vain.