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Show It Was His Turn. Two weary travelers were compelled to seek lodging in a country hotel that was unpromising in looks at least. Upon conferring with the owner own-er the prospects brightened. "Certainly, gentlemen," he said, "I have one spare bed that the two of you may have a large feather one. This way, please." They followed and were loath to anticipate much ease, but accepted the only thing and retired. One was soon snoring long and loudly, the other could not sleep. At about two in the morning the wakeful one nudged his companion. "Here, get up! Time's up," he said. "What's the matter?" asked the other; "we are not on duty." "No, but it's my turn to sleep on the feather," was the reply. |