ELEVATORVILLE.
Vance woke up next morning with a severe headache.
He was in bed in his room at the hotel.
His thinking powers were somewhat mixed, and he wondered what had occurred to him.
“I don’t recollect coming to bed,” he muttered in a perplexed tone. “Where was I last night?”
He did not even remember that he had been to the theater.
After lying motionless in bed a good fifteen minutes staring at the ceiling he gave the problem up for a bad job.
“What time is it, anyway?”
“Gee! Nearly ten o’clock! I’ll have to hustle if I am going to get any breakfast in this house to-day. Something is wrong with me, that’s sure. I never felt this way before.”
He began to dress, and then gave his face and head a good sousing, which made him feel better.