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Show VOICES OF THE NIGHT. Heard Throngh the Open Window of Our Boarding House. Open houe windows on still summer nights afford good enterta'nment for those sleepless individuals who spend their time kicking the sheet off and pulling it up. "For heaven's sake, Maria," peuls out a voice as startling as if from a church yard, 'don't snore so loud. I've done nothing but invent ways to wake you up ever since ( came to bed. , The neighbors will certainly certain-ly think I am strangling you. Can't you put on the soft pedal a little? Ease up, any way, till I get a cent's worth of nap." "Me snoring!" Maria replies, in sleepy disregard of grammar. "It's your own echoes you hear. I haven't had a wink of Bleep. I can't sleep, with you coming in at all hours of the night and turning up tho gas full tilt to see if yon had dampened your patent leathers. Me snoring! Never snored in my life, and you know it. You didn't know what you were about, anyway, when you came in. You said you had been down to Taft's, and there isnt any Taft's now. Think I'm a fool? You get into one of your stupid snoozes and hear yourself snore, and then yell 'Muria!' Go to sleep, will you, and remember there's only one person snores in this family, and that's you!" And a deadly silence reigns fc-'iind thj,v3 windows. "Mar-mar, is you here?" "Yes, darling." "Is par-par here?" "Yes, darling." "Is we goin' away to-morrow? "Yes, darling." "Is I goin'?" "Yes, darling?" "Is you goin'?" "Yea, darling." "Is par-par goin'?" "Yes, darling." "Is wc goin' in choo-choos?" "Yes, darling." "Is I goin' in choo-choos?" "Yes, darling." "Is you goin' in choo-choos?" "Yes, darling." "Is par-pur goin' iu choo-choos?" "Yes, darling." "Mar-mar!" . "Yes, darling." "Is we goin' to granmar's?" "Shut that child up, will you, Helen, ov I'll come in there." And silence frills on another hippy nocturnal talk. "Maud!" "Yes," in eager shrillness. Aro you awake?" "Yes; are you?" "Yes, I can't sleep." "Neither can I." "Wasn't he splendid?" " 'Sh, 'shl Your brother will hear ns " "Don't care if he does; he acted like a perfect brute to-night, to drax us home so sari v." "Well, Ruth?" "What?" "Don't you think?" "What?" "Don't you think" (subdued gipgle) v "Do tell me what I don't think." "Don't you think your brother" (snick-r) (snick-r) "Don't be an idiot, Mai, what do yon mean?" "I think your brother is" (sound as of pillow rammed into mouth) "Maud Newbury, if you can't stop being a fool at midnight what hope is there for you?" "All right, Ruthio; I'm going away next week, and you can be as wise as yon please only I was going to say something that you might" "Well, what is it?" "Why, I" (ecstacy of snickers "Maud!" "I know it." "What do you know?" "That I am a fool; but there" "But what?" "But your brother is so very" (gyration of giggles) w "So very what?" ;-Why, so very" (chokes in a spasm of mirth)- window suddenly bangs, and tho sheet kicker is left in the summer mid- Journa8L h f asain--Lewista - i -n i r " ' Mr. William' Aator, of STew York, en, Jt1S !?inconw of 23,595 a dav; Mr i, ,7- Kocketofer's amonntsto$'l8,715- ; ,V)1'nelins Vanderbilfs to SI 3.000 |