Los Angeles herald., 1890-12-25
TWO HUSBANDS MIXED.
THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF
TWO wELL-KNOWN YOUNG MEN.
A Good-Natured Hackman Takes Them
Hcme-A Result That Astonished All
Parties Concerned.

rienced," said well-known hackman
to HERALD reporter yesterday.
"What was it?"
''It was like this" he answered.
"Last Saturday night 1 was telephoned
to come to saloon on Spring street,
not hundred miles from First street.
| went, and the barkeep he said he had
a couple of fellows who wanted to go
home. Well, he bundled them into my
hack. You know them, lots of people
know them, and it would be mean to
them George and Jim. They have only
live quite near each other, one not far
from Washington street, and the other
no further from Figueroa. Well, sir,
these two buffers were stupid drunk. l
knew the part of town they lived in, but
| didn't exactly know where their houses
were, and they were too drunk to tell
me; so L drove out pretty near to where
thought they belonged. Then woke
them up. | shook George up pretty
well, and kept asking him where Jim
lived. At last he sleepily whispered out
number-we'll call it 1000. Then |
let him go to sleep again, and went
through the same procedure with jim,
and he managed to stutter out in reply
to my question as to where George lived
that it was, at say, 1000 on the other
street.
"OH | went, and drew up in front of
1000 and rang the bell half a dozen
times. At last window went up, and a
sweet voice wanted to know what the
matter was, | explained the situation.
and the voice began to cry. ! expostu-
lated and insisted on the door being
opened. Well, the wife came down and
opened the door. She explained that she
did not want her husband taken up stairs
but could leave him on a lounge in the
pallor. So [ got hold of Jim and
hustled him out of the hack, pulled him
into the house, and laid him on the
lounge, all in the dark, too, for the lady
was not fully dressed, and did not want
to be seen. | let him down on the
lounge with kerchunk, and he recon-
menced hts SNORING.
i climbed up on the box then, and
drove on to No. 2000 Here | rang the
bell again, and explained again. The
answer came in a sweet voice, but there
was no doubt that this woman was very
mad.
'Just wait till get some clothes on,
and then I'll open the door, and you
can bring the nasty, drunken thing up"
she answered, and shut the window with
a bang that nearly broke the glass.
Il felt sorry for George, for | sized it
up that he would get warm reception.
Soon the door opened, and was told to
bring that drunken thing in. | picked
him up and took him in.
Take him upstairs, please, and lay
him ON the bed," the wife told me. He
was lightweight, SO upstairs 1 took
him and turned into the first room where
there was light, and laid him down on
bed.
'The lady came IN after me, gave one
glance at the sleeping drunk, and com
menced to scream, 'What do you mean
by bringing a strange man into my house.
This thing isn't my husband. I'll have
you both arrested What do you mean.
Where is my husband? Do you hear?
Where is my husband ?'
81 broke out into cold perspiration.
My knees trembled and distinctly felt
my hair standing OH end. Had | got
these husbands mixed?
Meanwhile the woman eptscreaming
and the noise reused George. He stared
stupidly at the woman, who commenced
abusing him and telling him to
get right out OF here" and then he
looked at me. She was so serious in her
demonstrations that he began to get
sobered up, and | says him, I've made
a bit OF mistake sir; | think we had
better get out of here"
$50 do l." he answered bracing up
first rate, ''but where's Jim?'"
'"Oh, l took him home" said.
"Who is Jim % asked the lady.
I'm Doe, ma'am," answered George,
mentioning Jim's real name. 'I1e was
with me when we started OUT"
"'Ah, indeed" she replied, getting
very white, and turning to me she said,
"and where did you leave him p"
"Well, sir, was that scared that my
tongue was stiff. But it had to come
out sooner or later, so | blurted it out
why, ma'am, left him at his house,
number 1000 ="
"'You villain, you,' shouted George,
that's my house," and he smashed me
in the nose and made rush for the
stairs, with me after him and the woman
after me. He was sober enough now,
and he ran like a deer, and in very
few minutes we all brought up in front
of number 1000. There was a white
1obed figure OF a woman and she called
tous:
"Oh, please come in and take this
man out of here or call the police.
There's a strange man here, and oh,
please, come in and take him out
''Mr. George made Jump for the door
smashed it open, and saw Mr.. Jim, who
was still snoring on the sofa in the
parlor where the lady had lighted the
gas soon after had left and found out
the mistake. George gathered the sleep
ing beauty up and rolled him out down
the steps just in time for him to strug-
gle to his feet, as his wife, too much
out of breath to scold him, came pant
ing along.
Me? Well, you can bet, when saw
that no harm was done, or no tragedy
likely to ensue, sprinted back to my
hack and whipped out of that part OF
the city as fast as | could. Queer COM
bination, wasn't it? Each of them was
so drunk, when l asked where the other
lived, they gave their own number /
That was two weeks ago, and | haven't
seen either of those young bucks down
town of an evening since, and | don't
think will again very soon. Do you ?"
From his knowledge of feminine
nature, the reporter answered no.