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Show Nothing Like Ventilation. Two cyclists put up lor thu night In a small country hotel. They had scarcely put tho light out when they remembered that thu .window had nut boon opened aud one gut up to attend It, The rooms wero very dark, uud matches weru uot at band, but utter sumu groping bu found tho closod pane. "I can't move It," he said, tugging to do so. "You mustl' camo from the bed, "or we shall suffuca'c before morning." Thu next Instant there was a crash lu thu darkness, "I've broken this wretched window" it was explained, "but at least I'll havo air now." "Oh, yiB," said tho othor, "Hint's much belter now, I could never go to sleep without proper ventilation." So they went contentedly to sleep, In tho morning tho window was found tightly closed, but tho glass door ot u big bookcase which stood In a cornet cor-net was shatierod. |