AGE 27.
AGE 48.
DREAMS GO BY CONTRARIES.
By George H. Jessop.
“I don’t want to hurry any one,” remarked our host, shaking the ashes out of a well-blackened meerschaum, “but we have a long day before us to-morrow, and if any one wants any sleep this is the time to take it.”
No response from any one of the half-dozen men lounging in the snug armchairs of that most perfectly appointed smoking-room.