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Show 1 KEEPING i LATE HOURS J 0 J ' HOWN HAW- 3 J jL J you think it is?" X JQP y manded from tho T MSmfgrnt depths ot the bed- X I mSkll I Ilawle' pulled 3 V u rvf ou' n'3 watcn- 3 Vjj Tjjff J "Bet l'vo looked N fllip at that watch 60 w Asl?3 times since I 3 (fyf7 found tho main- t spring broken on tho way home to- night," he Bald, keeping a thumb be- tween tho lenves of his book. "Oh, I don't know not late." "Look at this!" Sho appeared in tho doorway holding up a small i bronzo clock, whose hands wero point- I lng to quarter past 12. " "That Isn't right," he protested. "But It Is. I asked tho telephone -girl for tho correct tlmo before I Btnrted It this afternoon. Why, I Just lay down on the bed by baby for a minute this evening and I must havo dropped off and slept nil this time. Have you been reading ever Blnco I went Into tho bedroom?" "Why, yes unless l'vo been asleep In my chair. I would have sworn it wasn't later tlian ten." "And wo were going to bed early tonight to-night bo you could get a good start in tho morning! Jsn't it ridiculous? Come on, now. Don't read any more." Mrs. Hawley began to bustle about, fastening windows and turning off lights. "I'll set the alarm for seven," Bhe said. 'I don't see how wo could stand It to get up at six now. Come, hurry. It will be one o'clock beforo we're asleep." They wero Just dozing off when a sound from the apartment overhead made Mrs. Hawley Bit up in bed. "What do you think of that?" she exclaimed, indignantly. "That man up-stalrB up-stalrB is playing ragtime at one o'clock In tho morning." "It's a poor outlook for getting up early," Hawley agreed. "They're having hav-ing a midnight party down below, too, from the noises that como up through the court." "I'm going to see. It's no use trying to sleep while that piano's being thumped." Accordingly, in dressing gown and slippers, Mrs. Hawley reconnoltered. I It was a long time before she returned to the bedroom. "Brown," she said, then, "what kind ot a building have we moved Into?" "A flat building," ho answered, with husbandlike omniscience. "Hark! They'vo been playing cards at their dining room table down there, and now they're making coffee. 'I Baw them turn on the light In the kitchen Just now nnd I smell the coffee. At two o'clock In the morning! And listen! lis-ten! That nice-appearing Mr. Hcbb has Just come in now! Brown, wo'ro certainly not obliged to endure such performances until this time in tho morning not In a respectable building. build-ing. I shall complain to the agent to-morrow." to-morrow." It seemed to tho Hawleys that they bad Just closed their eyes when tho ring of the alarm clock startled them. "You made a mistake setting it," Hawley declared, lighting a match to Investigate. "No, sly," he added, In an aggrieved tone. "It's actually seven o'clock. Raining, too, and dark as a pocket." Mrs. Hawley rubbed her eyes and accepted her fate courageously. With all the lights on to mako tho dark morning more cheerful, she flow about and had breakfast on the table in short order. "Everybody except us scorns to have overslept this dark morning," she remarked, re-marked, complacently, as they sat down. "Tho building is perfectly still. Tho milkman's late again, too, but luckily I had somo cream left over. I'm out of all patience with htm. If It happens again I'll change." "There ho comeB now," said Haw-loy. Haw-loy. "I'll give him a breeze myself." Five minutes later an Injured-Iook-lng man camo back to his place at tho tablo. "Mrs. Hawley," ho demanded, "what tlmo yesterday did you set that wonderful clock?" "What do you mean? I didn't set It I started It nt halt past thrco. And tho funny part was that it happonod to have stopped at tho exact mlnuto tho telephone girl told mo tho time, bo I Just wound it without touching the hands." "And didn't look at It again?" "Not until night. Mary Bartoll was hero and I went by her watch. Why?" He knitted his brows. Then ho looked up solemnly. "You started It with tho hands nt quarter past six, thinking it was half past threo, and you hustled mo oft to bod at half past nine. And It Is now five o'clock In tho morning. As ho was starting for his ofDco at eight o'clock, still grumpy, sho called him back to tho door. "It's important," sho told him, as ho camo reluctantly up tho stairs again. "I wanted to nsk if you aren't glad wo found out our mlstnko before I complained com-plained to tho agent?" "Pshaw! You'vo mado mo miss my train for that," was all he said. Ilut, though it Bounded cross, sho went back Into her flat satisfied. As ho turned tho corner of tho stairway going down sho had caught him smiling. |