A friend of mine, Col.

Wake Holman, had made a bet with one of our pals I would be under arrest before I had been twenty-four hours in town, and won it.

It happened in this wise: The night of the day when I took my seat there was an all-night session.
I knew too well what that meant, and, just from a long tiresome journey, I went to bed and slept soundly till sunrise.

Just as I was up and dressing for a stroll about the old, familiar, dearly loved quarter of the town there came an imperative rap upon the door and a voice said: "Get up, colonel, quick! This is a sergeant at arms.

There has been a call of the House and I am after you.