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Show ff VHERE HI8 TROUBLES BEGAN. V Jomplalnant Had Mott Peculiar Form I of Insomnia. Mr. X Is n clerk In a West End I ifflce, who Is not unknown In fash- onnUe clrcIcB. Ono morning Mr. X ireilmted himself to the chief of his lepartment with a request for sick cave. "What's the matter, Mr. X?" said ho chief. "Not Influenza, I hope?" "Oh, no, sir worse," icturned X. '1 am troubled with Insomnia, nnd I bought a little country air would do ne good." "Insomnia. That's bad. Do you nke plenty of exercise?" "Yes, I do; as much as I can get." "What time do you go to bed at light?" "About 11 or 12 o'clock." i"And you Ho tossing and tumbling Ibout for hours, I suppose? Nervous lystcm out of order; It's certainly tery worrying nnd wearing," said the t ihlcf, sympathetically. I "Oh, no, sir; It's not exactly that. I , fall asleep as soon ns 1 go to bed. I ,t's the morning that troubles mo." I "Indeed! How Is that?" h "Well, sir, I used to sleep soundly Ight on to 9 o'clock; but lately I wako it 8, and I can't get a wink of sleep ifterward," returned Mr. X, with a tery melancholy air. He was surprised that he didn't get iho leave. Tlt-Blts. |