The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 73: what you’re looking at

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a THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY, drink of water, and mix something in it, as an in- ducement to sleep. Acton calls him into the smoker, and introduces us. Billings catches the name at once. “Duncan Craig, did you say. Bless my soul, I’ve met the man before!” he exclaims, as he clutches my hand earnestly. Laughing, I tell him where, and of course we sit down to talk over old times again. ~An hour flies before we are aware of it, and when the colonel excuses himself, we realize that the earlier half of the night is pretty well spent. So we part and seek our respective berths. Removing my shoes, I clamber aloft as softly as possible. The berth is comfortable enough to suit the most fastidious, but lam one of those unfortu- nates who get little sleep when on a journey. At any rate, Ican lie there and rest, while my thoughts are busy. The steady motion of the train assists me in wooing the gentle goddess, and I finally drop off inadoze. If it had been an ordi- nary train, each stop at a station would have aroused me. Asitis I sleep an hour or more. . We reach Pittsburgh, and, being awake, I drop down, pull on my shoes, don my coat and hat, and. step out, to view the depot. The say is not very long, and with the cry of “all ‘aboard” I again mount the steps and pass into the vestibule. I remain up until we have crossed the river, and then once more mount to my berth. This is the way I generally pass a night while en route. If I have more than one on the trip I sleep better on each succeeding night until at the end of a week my slumber is peaceful enough. | When I look at my watch again, it is half-past -comicbooks.co