Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1860-09-14
A Bride I'm the Wrong Bed.

We have the Cincinnati Enquirer as
voucher for the following; A newly married
pair put up at the Spenser House-they
won't out shopping -returned-brlde had
left some things-she quietly slipped ont,
leaving her spouse asleep-found her lost
artieles-rsturned-- mistook Main for Broad
way-got into the Madison instead of the
Spenser-asked boy if she was in the Spen-
ser, not fully understanding lrer-she told
him to lead her to 4S-she partly disrobed
and got into bed-ezpected her husband
momcntarily-fell asleep-the occupant OF
48 Madison an Indiana merchant, returned
from the theatre-a little tlght-quietly
went to room-to bed-to sleep. The ac-
count proceeds;
How long the two reposed there side by
side, with only foot of space between them
all unconscious of each 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.
| The hotel was in an uproar; proprletors,
clerks, walters, porters, and guests, dressed
and half-dressed, were at the door Of "forty-
eight" in few minutes, blocking up the en-
trance, land asking each other eagerly 'What
is the matter p ''For Gods sake tell us
what is the trouble 2"
The cause of this cutlery may be imagin-
ed The bride had awakened about mid
night, and putting her hands over her hus-
band, they 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 mere Mrs. r. said: 'My dearest hus-
band, where have you been all this while p
Husband" echoed the merchant, begin
ming to see, like Lord Tinsel, that he had
made small mistake here; II am nobody's
husband. I reckon, my dear madam, you're
in the wrong bed.'
In the wrong bed Horror of horrors
thought the bride. What would her liege
lord-what would the curious world say p
And Mrs. r. screamed terribly and sprane
from the couch just as her companion die
the same. He was fully as much alarmed
as she, aud entreated her to give him time
and he would leave the apartment, although
it was the one he had ngaged-he'd make
Oath to that.
Scream. scream, scream, was the only re-
lply to this kind proposition.
my God, madame, don't yell SO you'll
wake the house. Be reasonablej | swear i'll
only mistake. Have some thought Of th'
consequences | don't want to hurt you,
swear don't. You'll &c. me shot, and your
self--well, won't say what"
Just at this iuncture the throng o1itsid
presented itself at the door, and beheld Mrs
R. covering in one corner, exercising he
lungs magnifcently. with u sheet wrapped
over her form and head, and the Indianiar
in the middle of the room, enveloped in (
coverlet. and calculating: my God, mad
am, dontp'
The Junior proprietor. DR., Cahill, saw
there must be some mistake. and requesting
the others to retire, called the merchant out
went with him into another ROOM and ther'
learned the whole story. The Doctor the'
sent one of the ladies Of the hotel to Mrs. r.
and the entire affair was explained, great,
to her relief, though she was overwhelmed
With confusion at circumstances that nigh
have ruined her reputation forever. Thu
old adage is again verified "All's we'll tina
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