The night watchman of a large hotel saw an apparition in white moving along the hall at two a. in. He hastened his steps and lapped on the shoulder what proved to be a man.Here, what are you doing ou to here?” asked the watchman.The man opened his eyes and seemed to come out of a trance.1 beg your pardon,” he said, I am a somnambulist.”Well, said the watchman, “you can’t walk around these halls in the middle of the night in your nightshirt, no matter what your religion* * *