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Show THE OLD, OLD GAME. At nine p, m. they were seated st opposite ends of tha couch. At 8:30 they were slightly nearer lo each other. oth-er. At ten o'clock they were only three foot apart. At 10:30 there wa scarcely any perceptible space be ween them, The young mon spoke. "Ha your father gone to bed?" he asked. "Yen, Tom." "lias your mother gone to bed?" "Yes, Tom." "Do you think your little brother is under th couch?" "No, Tom." The young man beared a algb of relief. re-lief. "It'a your move," he aald. |