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Show Now They Sleep Inside. George H. Beattie, jeweler In the old Arcade, and L. E. Ralston, auditor of the News, have jointly and severally several-ly decided that sleeping out in the open isn't all that It has been declared to be, says the Cleveland Leader. The; were both In a deep snooze out at the Beattie farm, near Chagrin Falls, the other night, when a runaway team from the county fair city turned into the lane leading up to the Beattie estate es-tate and came along at full speed. Sound asleep, but dreaming of impending im-pending danger, Ralston rolled out of his cot toward the north, and Beattie from his cot toward the south. The runaway horses dashed between the sleepers, oversetting everything In the way, but missing Beattie and Ralston by margins too narrow to be measured. meas-ured. Since that night Ralston has slept in his town house and Beattie has found shelter under the ampie roof of his house on his big plantation. |