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Show Each In His Little Cot. The scone was the clubroom ; the hour advanced. Serious, gloomy, cheerful, elated were the earnest faces of the talkers by turn, as the arguments for and against came thick and fast. And the subject under debate "Do Fish Sleep?" That - was all: but h was sntticient to keep them at it till a late hour of the night, whit patiently patient-ly waited their respective wives at home. So fiercely waged the controversy that It burnt itself away. There came a lull ; most of the debaters were played play-ed right out. It was then that the "cheerful Idot," who had played the listener's role, chipped in. Bising from his roomy arm-chair, where he had lain unobserved, unob-served, be stretelud, yawned, then spoke: "Gentlemen, the hour is late; I. for one, must hie me to my cot. Do fish sleep? I do not know. But, if they .don't why rlver-bedsf J |