Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 2, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 December 1858 — A Nocturnal Comedy of Errors. [ARTICLE]

A Nocturnal Comedy of Errors.

[Erom the Cincinnati Enquirer

A Young Wife in an Extremely Embarrassing Situation, and her D liverance Thence. Some days since, a young couple, who had newly donned hytrienial vestments,came from their home, a pleasant village in thioState, to spend a portion of the snpposed-to-be delicious period known as the honeymoon, and placed themselves under the charge of the proprietor of the Spencer House. They then sallied forth to witness the beauties and peculiarities of the Queen City, and do, as brides are ever wont, a quantity of the little businesses embraced in the term “shopping.” ' They were gone several hours, and did not I return to the hotel until sundown, quite I fatigued wjth their exertions. The bride, j Mrs. R., then found that she had forgotten some articles indispensable to. her toilet, and unwilling to disturb her husband, who, she knew must be weary, slipped out, while he was down stairs, and went up to Fourth street to get the diminutive bundle. She was successful in her search for the store and the article, but on her way back, mistook, from her ignorance ot the city. Main street for Broadway, and the Madison for the Spencer House, which are situated nearly opposi'e to each other. Airs R. went into the ho‘el, and thinking it looked rather different from the other, a-k'-d one cf the waiters she met in the hall in rather a low and indi'tinct tone, if that was the “Spencer,” to which he, failing to understand her, replied in the affirmative. She then ordered him to bring her the key to No. 48, which he did, at d she enter d it and removed her bonnet, shaWl and other portions of her attire, and crept between the sheets of the bed to enjoy a littl nap after ! her long walk, never dreuming she was in ; the wrong house, for the reason th t the I apartment, happened to have the some position, and furnished very much like her room at the “Spencer.” Instead of taking a “little nap,” she fell into a profound sleep, that continued hour after hour until 11 o’clock, at which time she was disturbed by a most unexpected incident. The rightful occupant o' No. 48, a young nv-rchant from a town in Indiana, who bad been to the theater and become a little intoxicated, went to tbe Mad's .n, and wishing no one to see his ciDndition, walked up to the morn without, a light, and fortunately or unfortunately. found the door unlocked. He entered quietly, and as total darkties* reigned there, he removed his garments and crept into the spacious double bed, not disturbing in the lea»t the fair bride who lay near the wall. « How long the two reposed there side by side, with only a foot of space between them, all unconscious of each other's presence, is not exactly known but probably about an hour, when a tremendous noise was heard in the apartment, from which female screams issued wildly, piercingly and ceaselessly. The hotel was in an uproar; proprietors, clerks, waiters, porters and guests, dressed and half dressed, were at the door of “fortyeight” in a few minutes, blocking up the entrance and asking each other eagerly, “What is the matter!” “For God’s sake tell us what is the trouble?” The cause of this outcry may be imagined. The bride had awakened about midnight, and putting her hand over for her husband, it fell upon the Indianian’s face, and the ' soft, warin touch aroused him at once. He did not understand it exactly, though he did . not dislike it, and in a moment more Mrs. R. said: “My dearest Imsbund, where have you been all this while!” “Husband!” echoed the merchant, begining to see, like lord Tinsel, that he had i “made a small mistake here.” “I ain’t your | husband! my wife is at home in Indiana. I j reckon, dear madam, you’re in the wrong ' bed.” In the wrong bed—lurror of horrors, thought, the ,bride. What w-old her liege lord—-what would the curious world suy ! And Mrs. R. screamed terribly, and sprang front the couch, just as her companion did the same. Me was fully as much alarmed;

| ae she, and entreated her to gire him time and he would leave the apartment, although j it was the one he had engaged—he’d make I oath to that. Scream, scream, stream, was the only r®- ! ply to this kind proposition. “My God, madam, don’t yell so! you will wake the house. Be reasonable; I swear It is only a mistake. Have some thought of the consequence. I don’t want tohurt y./u; I swear I don’t. You’ll get me shot,"and yourself—well I won’t eay what/’ The screams increased, and the poor Indianian, expecting every moment to see a pistol thrust in his face by a jealous husband, turned pale as dea'h, which he expected, and resigned himself to his fate. Just at this juncture, the throng outside presented itself at the door, and beheld Mrs. R. cowering in one corner, exercising her lungs magnificiently, with a sheet wraped over her form and head, and the Indi mian in the middle of the room envi-loned in a coverlet, and ejeculating, “My God, m idam, don’t!” The junior proprietor. Dr. Cahill, saw j there must be some mis.a’<e, and requesting t e others to retire, called the merchant out, went with him into another room, and there learned the whole story. The Doctor thetusent one of the ladies "of th? ho e to Mrs. R., and the entire affair was explained, greatly to her relief, thou h she was overI whelmed with confusion at a circumstance that might have ruined her reputation for- | ever. Under the escort of the Doctor, she was I conveyed to the “Spencer,” where the husband was found pacing the corridors with frantic mien, and half crazed with grief at the mysterious disappearance of his wife, whom he believed had b»*en spirited away by a villain, or murdered lor her jewels in this “infernal city,” where, as he expressed it, “they would kill a man lor a dollar any i time / As soon as he beheld his spouse he caught her to liis bosom and wept like a child. He was melted with happiness at her discovery and recovery, and told her he bad scoured the city for intelligence of her whereabouts in vain. He had nearly given up all hope of meeting her again in this world, though, iashe, growing poetic in his joy. phr-iscd it, j she had, thank Heaven, returned to him like i an angel from another sphere, and made hi-i “Paradise in the Eden es he, love.” ,id The bride told the bridegroom a story as near the truth as she could, which, like most women’s histories, designed to shelter themselves, was a model ot iiijeimity and a miracle of art—without exciting Ihe Othello in his bosom; and with a thousand thanks.to the Doctor, whom the Benedick s.-emed somehow to regard ns the deliverer of his consort, they bade him good ni'dit. [Wonder it any of our merchants know anything about this iniid ’nt. VVe are told that one of them, at least, was in Cincinnati about that time.] '