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Show Each In His Little Cot The scene was the clubroom ; the hour advanced. Serious, gloomy, cheerful, elnted were the earnest (Seas of the tulkers by turn, ns the arguments for und against came thick and fast. And the subject under debate "Do I'lsh Sleep?" That waa all; but It was nfldtOt to keep them at It till a late hour of the night, while patiently patient-ly walled their respective wives at Inane. So fiercely waged the controversy that It burut Itself away. There came a lull ; most of the debaters were pla-ed pla-ed right out. It was l hen that the "cheerful blot," who had played the listener's role, chipped In. Rising from his roomy arm chair, where he had lain unobserved, unob-served, he M fetched, yaw lied, then spoke : "Gentlemen, the hour is ntsj I. for one, must hie me to my cot. I o tlsh sleep 1 I do not know. Hut, it they I don't gray river-beds?" |