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Show The European Tlan. Yesterday evening a Btranger, clad in a duster and carry inn a carpet enck, entered a hotel on Deleware avenue. He march d straight up to the counter whore the amiable landlord Btood picking his teeth, and the moment lie sat his bag down the amiable landlord land-lord whisked it off and set it down with a pile of other baegnge in the rear of the bar. "Please register your name," said the landlord, passing him a pen. "How much is it, mister? ' "That depends on what you get. We keep hotel here on the European plan." ' I say, mister, said the countryman, country-man, al! in a tremble, "please give me that bag, and I'll get right out and won't say a word." The landlord glared at him, but made no movement toward lha bag. "Please, mister, give me my bag. There iB nothing in it but a few shirts, indeed there isn't. Here's the key, I'll let you search it," continued the stranger, trembling Btill more , violently. Tbe landlord passed him the bag, and as the slrancer instantly shot for the door, the former exclaimed: "Well, blame me if I ain't puzzled to know whatkiud of a fool you are." But the stranger paused to hear no compliments, aud he was a good half mile away before he took courage to lean up against an awaiting post and mutter; "Gracious, what an escape; keeps a hotel on the you rope in plan, does he? I suppose he wanted to rope me in and perhaps kill me. Lord! what wicked places thete cities are. I'll go home immediately," and he kept his word. Puiladelphia Chronicle. |