Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1867-10-05
4 BRIDE in TIE WRONG BED.

A newly married pair put up at the
Spencer House-they went out shopping
-returned-bride had left some things
she slipped outbound her lost articles
returned-mistook Main street tor broad
way-got into the Madison for the oPeh-
cert looked a little strange-askcd 3
how If she was in the Spencer-boy said
YES, nst fully comprehending her-sAe
told him to lead her to 48-she partly
disrobed and got into bed-expected nus
esand momentarily-feli asleep. Inc oc.
cupant Of as Madison, an Indiana mer-
chant, returned from the tbeare, q little
tight-quietly went to the room-to oed
Ito sleep,
How long the two reposed there side
by side, with only a foot space between
them, unconscious Of each others pres
ence, is not exactly known, but prooaoly
about an hour, when a tremendous noise
was heard ii The apartment, from which
female screams issued wildly, pieceingly
and ceaselessly.
The hotel was in an uproar ; proprie-
tors, clerks, walters, porters and guests,
dressed and half-d.essed, were at the
door of IS in a few minutes, blocking up
the entrance, and asking each other
eagerly What Is the matterY For
Gods sake tell Us what il the trouble !!
The cause Of this ontcry may be IN
agined. The bride had awakened about
midnight, and, putting her arm over her
husband, it fell upon the IndiaDian's face,
and the soft, warm touch, aroused him at
once. He did not dislike it, and, IN a
moment, Mrs. 3. said my dearest hus-
band, where have you been eli this while =
Husband !" echoed the merchant, be
ginning to see, like Lord Tinsel, that be
had made a small mistake here I'm
nobody's husband !; l reckon, my dear
madam, you're In the wrong bed"
In the wrong bed-horror of horrors,
thought the young bride. What would
her lord-what would tue curious world
say And Mrs. r. screamed terribly and
aprang from the couch inst as her com
panion did the same. He was fully as
much alarmed as she, and entreated her
TO give him time and be would leave the
apartment, although it was the one be
had engsged-he'd make oath to that.
Scream, scream, scream, vas her only
reply to his kindly proposition.
"My God, madam, don't yell 80 You
will wake the house. Be reasonable !;
swear it's only a mistake. Have some
thought of the consequences, | don't want
to hurt you swear don't. You will
get me shot and yourself"
just at this ~juneture the crowd out
side presented itself at the door and be
held Mrs. r. covering il one corner ex.
ercising her lungs magniicentiy, with q
sheet wrapped over her form and head
and the Indianian in the middle of the
room enveloped in a coyerlet, and e)acu.
latiDg, MY God, madam, don't y
The Junior proprietor, DR.. Canhill, saw
there must be some mistake, and request,
ing the others to retire, called the ner,
chant, went into another room. and there
learned the whole story. The doctor then
sent one of the ladies to Mrs. R., and the
entire affair was explained greatly to her
relief, though she was overwhelmed with
confusion at a circumstance that might
have ruined her reputation forever.
Under the escort Of the doctor, she was
conveyed to the Spencer, where the hns-
band was found pacing the corridors with
frantic mien, and half crazed with grief,
at the mysterious disappearance of bis
wife, whom he believed had been spirit.
ed away by a villain, or murdered for her
Jewels, in this " internal city," where, as
he expressed himself, they would kill :
mar for q dollar.
AS soon as he beheld his spouse, be
caught her to his bosom and wept like a
child. He was melted with happiness at
her discovery, and told her that he had
searched the city for intelligence of her
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