The Pulaski Citizen

From the Cleveland, (Ohio,) Plaindealer. At a late hour Tuesday night quite a bridal party arrived in this city and put up at one of our hotels. The bride was accompanied by two of her young lady friends, and the groom by two gentlemen. The names were registered in the usual way, but, in some way a mistake was made in reference to the identity of the bride. The hours sped on toward the dawn, and the bride in her silent chamber waited the appearance of her lord. Yet he came not. Surely, he was not sitting up all this time. The rest of the party had retired, she was certain, since she had heard them in their apartments. "What has become of him?" Impatience gradually grew into terror. She rang the bell, and the servant knocked at the door. "Do you know where my husband is?" she inquired. "Ain't he here, ma'am?" "No!" "Maybe he stepped out into the city, ma'am, and will be back soon." "I'm afraid: O, do inquire at the office, and see if there is any intelligence about him." The servant retired, and in a few moments returned with information that there was none. The wife was now alarmed in earnest. She never had a husband before, like the man who drew the elephant in the lottery, scarcely knew what to do with the animal In her anxiety she went to the room of one of her bridesmaids, and knocked at the door. "Who's there?" was inquired in accents decidedly masculine. "Me, Mary; but mercy, who are you?" There was a sudden stir, and the sound of feet falling heavily on the floor. "Who the devil am I in bed with, then?" she heard the man say, as the door swung open and her husband's face peered out. "O, I'm distracted about you; where have you been?" asked she. "I've been here in bed: but the deuce take me, I thought you were here, too!" "O, James, it wasn't me!" "Who is it then?" "Why, it is Sarah." "The devil!" "O, pooh, James, it was Sarah. Didn't you know, James?" "Blast me if I did! I found her asleep, and thinking this our room, I crept into bed and to sleep," said James, evidently impressed with the idea that he had a difficult case to argue. "Is she asleep yet, James." "Why, don't you hear her snore?" But just then Sarah awoke, and seeing a man in her room, set up a succession of screeches that soon filled the hall with people. And now the bridegroom found himself in a delicate position. In the hurry of explaining the matter to his wife he had neglected to put on his pants, and in his eager search for them he was dancing around the room like one possessed; now imploring Sarah to hush. "I'm going, don't you see?" But Sarah wouldn't hush: and the wife in the hall hemmed in by the crowd, had tried to explain, but failing in this, had leaned her head against the wall and was enjoying a hearty cry. At last, however, the pants were found and put on, and the husband and wife escaped to their chamber, whilst Sarah double locked her door against all further intrusion. The next morning explanations were gone into, but there's no use denying that both ladies were the least bit incredulous, and it is said that a perceptible coldness had sprung up between them, whilst the unintentionally offending bridegroom walks about a good deal, his head down, and evidently in unpleasant meditations.