Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1860-09-13
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A BRIDE IN THE WRONG BED.

WE have In the Cincinnati inquirer
eoucher for the following: A newly
married pair put up at the Spenser House
they went out shoping-returled-
bride had LEFT some things she quietly
slipped out leaving her spouse asleep
found her lost articles returned -mls-
took Main for Broadway-got into the
Madison instead of the Spcnser asked
boy if she was in the Sponsor, not fully
understanding hcr-she told him to lead
her to 4S--she partly disrobed and got
into bed expected her husband moment
arily--fcll asleep-.the occupant of 1S
Madison, an Indiana merchant, returned
from the theatre quietly went to. room
Ito bed--,o sleep. The account proceeds:
How long the two rcposcd there side
by side, with only a foot of space be-
tween them, all unconscious of cach otlis
er's presence, is not exactly known, but
probably about an hour, when atremen-
dous noise was heard in the apartment,
from which female screams issued wildly
piercing. and ceaselesSly.
The hotel was in an uproar; proprie-
tors, clerks, walters, portcrs, and guests
dressed and half dressed were at the
door of weight" in a few minutes,
blocking up the entranceand asking each
other eagerly "What is the matter?'
"For Gods sake tell US what is :he
trouble?'
The cause of this outcry maybe mag
med. The bride had awakened about
midnight. and putting her hands over
her husband, they fell upon the Indian
ian's face, and the sofv warm touch a
reused him at once. lie did rot under
stand it exactly, though lie did not dis
like it, and in moment more Mrs. L..
said: "Aly dearest husband, where have
you been all this whle"'
'Llushand,' echoed the merchant; be-
ginning to see like Lord tinsel, that he
had made small mistake here; 81 am
noboly's husband. | reckon, my dear
madam, you're in the wrong bed
In the wrong bed? Horror Of horrors,
thought the bride. What would her
licge lord--what would the curious world
say? And Mrs. II, screamed terribly
and sprang from the couch just as her
companion did the same. He was fully
as much alarmed as she, and cntrcated
her to give him time, and he would leave
the apartment, although it was the one
he had engaged d make oath to
that.
Scream, scream, scream, was the on
ly reply to this kind proposition.
"My God madame, don't yell so! you'll
wake the house. BE reasonable. sweal
it's onlv mistake. Have some thought
of the consequences. don't want tc
hurt you | swear don't. You'll get me
shot, and yourself well | won't say what. y
Just at this juncture tho throng out
side presented itself at tho door, and be-
held Mrs. r. covering in one corner, cx'
ercising her lungs magiGcently, with a
sheet wrapped over her form end head
and the Indianian in the middle of the
room, enyeloped in covcrlct, and eijac
ulating;
"My God madam DON'T"
The junior proprietor, DR.. Cahlll saw
there must be some mistake, and re-
questing the others to retire, called tho
merchant out, went with him into anoth
cr room, and there learned the who'll
story. The Doutor then sent one Of th'
ladies of the hotel to Mr.. r., and the en-
tire affair was explained, greatly to her
relief, though she was overwhelmed will
confusion at circumstance that rlgh
have ruined her reputation forever. The
old alage is again verified: "All is wei
that cnds we'll