The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 77: what you’re looking at

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68 THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. sleep, but somehow sink into slumber, and fail to awaken until long after daybreak. This surprises me, and I remember that the first thing I do upon discovering what a march I have stolen upon time is to chuckle. | It is really nearly eight o’clock by my time. I forget that Central time is an hour later, as we changed at Pittsburgh, and believe I will have only a good chance to get fixed up ere we draw near Chicago. | As I clamber down from the upper berth, I glance in to see if Hammond has arisen. The shades of the window are drawn, but I can- see him lying on his side, the back of his head toward me. Really he is a champion sleeper, and would make a good traveler. Had 1 been in his shoes I should have found myself unable to get a wink of sleep, with so much pressing on my mind. Shoes and coat in hand I betake myself to the gentlemen’s end of the sleeper, and proceed to make my toilet. I find the actor there, and have to wait until the commercial drummer is through ere I can get a basin in which to dash the sleep from my eyes with a liberal application of cold water. It feels very grateful to me indeed; I know of nothing that will freshen a man up better after a weary night’s ride on a train than such a shock to ~ the system as is produced by ice-cold, water, fol- lowed by a liberal application of the coarse towel, _ which, unfortunately, is seldom found on a sleeper. Talking with the actor, I pass some time away, and set my watch by Central time. When it marks eight, I glance in to see if my berth has been made up | All the others in the car are but section four, and — aes - comicbooks. xe