uneasiness, but nevertheless, just as a matter of precaution, hetook to bed with him a revolver of the latest American pattern."He slept peacefully enough until the clock struck two, when heawoke with an unpleasant feeling of oppression. He raised hishead and peered about him. The room was wanly illumined bythe full moon, and in that weird, bluish light he thought hediscerned a small, white hand clasping the rail at the foot of thebed."'Who's there?' he asked tremulously."There was no reply. The small white hand did not move."'Who's there?' he repeated. 'Answer me or I'll shoot.'"Again there was no reply."Snooks cautiously raised himself, took careful aim and fired."From that night on he's limped. Shot off two of his own toes."
When Lawrence Barrett's daughter was married Stuart Robsonsent a check for $5000 to the bridegroom. The comedian'sdaughter, Felicia Robson, who attended the wedding conveyedthe gift."Felicia," said her father upon her return, "did you give him thecheck?""Yes, Father," answered the daughter."What did he say?" asked Robson."He didn't say anything," replied Miss Felicia, "but he shedtears.""How long did he cry?""Why Father, I didn't time him. I should say, however, that hewept fully a minute."