Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1869-05-07
The Wrong Bed.

|I The Wrong Bed.
II At o late hour Tuesday night quito a bri.
DIAL party arrived in the city and put up at
OF our hotels. The bride was accompan;ed
3py two of her young lac. friends and the
.4dgroom by two gentlemen. The names wore
Iaroglstored in tho usual way, but in some way
Q mistake was madc in reference in tho iden.
ID tty OF tho bride. Tho hours sped on toward
fthe dawn and tho bride in her silent chamber
awaited the appearance of her lord. Yet ho
not. Surely, no was not sitting up all
this timo. The rest of the party had retired
rShe was certain, since she had heard them in
B their apartments.
What had become of him? Impaticnce
\ gradually grew into terror.
i She rang her bell, and the servant Knocked
at the door.
"Do you know where my husband is 2"
she inquired.
"NoW
"Maybo he stepped out into the city, man,
and will be back directly"
I'm afraid oh, do inquire at the office,
and see if there is any intelligence about
him"
The servant retired, aud in a few moments
returned with information that there was
mono. The wife was now alarmed in earnest.
She never had q husband before, and like
the man who drew the elephant in the lottery,
scarcely knew whct to do with the animal.
In her anxiety she went to the room Of one
of her bridesmaids and knocked at tho door.
"Who's there?' was inquired in accents
Enthusiastically masculine.
"Mo, Mary; Tut mercy, who arc you ?"
There was a sudden stir and tho sound of
feet falling heavily on the carpctcd floor.
"Who the devil am I in bed with, then ?"
She heard the man say, as tho door sw ung
open and her husbands face peercd out.
ooh! I'm distracted about YOU where
have you been ?"
GIVE been here in bed but, deuce take
me, thought you were here, too
ooh! James, it wasn't me-"
"Who is it, then ?"
"Why it's saraI."
"The devil"
oh' n.y. oduCS, III WAS Oaran. Dllu Z
you know it, James 2"
t'Blast me if l did !! I found her asleep,
and thinking this was our room l crcpt into
bed and went to slecp," replied Jarrs evil
IDENTIFY impressed with the idea, that he had
q difficult case to argue.
sis she asleep yet James 2"
"Why don't you hear her snoreYY"
But just then Sarah wakcdsupJJ and Seeing
a man in her room get upsa succession of
screeches that soon filed the hall with poo.
pie.
And now the bridegroom found himself in
o delicate position. In the hurry of explain
ing the mattor to his wife, he had neglected
to put on his pants and now in his eager
search for them he was dancing around the
room like one possessed now and then i'm.
ploring Sarah to hush
"I'm going, don't you scep But Sarah
was seeing too much, and she wouldn't hush F.;
and the wife in the hall, henmcd in by the
eager crowd, had tried to explain but failing
in this, had leaned her head against the wall
and was enjoying a hearty cry.
AaoC3 ho"ofcI) tHc punlS Wcrc lOunQ ana
put on, and the husband and wife escaped to
their chamber, whilst Miss Sarah double
locked her door against ell further intrusion.
The next morning explanations were Como
into, but there's no denying that both the
ladies were the least bit incrcdulous, and it
is said a percoptiblo GOODNESS has grown up
between them, whilst the Internationally
offending bridegroom walks about a good deal,
his head down, and evidently indulging in
unpleasant mcditations.
lMpERIALrsM.-The appearance of tho
"lmpcrialist," in New York, has called forth
some interesting comments from some of the
journals of that city. The "Atlas'' says
"Impcrialism needs no advoccte here. It's
seeds arc W They are fast taking root.
This is proved by the encroaching and lawlcss
spirit which charactcrizcs our present legisla-
ton in all parts Of the country; by the null
tiplication of luxurious and extravaganza
a~muscmcnts; by tho steady increase of the
extremes of opulence and poverty; by the
slow but Git would appcar) sure absorption cf
the conservative middling class by the quiet
submission. GENERALLY monifostod RI o,,trooos