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Show ft Tee 4 Hltn a Lang Time t teeld. "Just watch this crunk," said a umi iB a restaurant "flecumeslnhereevi) ! day, and gse through a wliole act b 'fore he gota np courage enough to ask ' tor fried onion. He always linlsltea by . ordering them, but he never avow his real purposa until be ha beaten around the bush for ten minute, The waiter know him well and humor him, I The lover of onions sauted himself, and looked over the dinner card with a , languid, bored air. I "How are the soft shelled crabe de Qedr ha asked. "They are very nice, sir." "It's a little late for crabs, Isn't Itf "Yea. It is a little late, sir." "H'm, Let's sea. flow is your caa rasbackr" "That's very nice, air." "But come to think of It I don't car I tor any dnck," and be knitted his brow and carefully scanned th menu card. "There doesn't seeio to be anything here that I car for." "How would yon like a ole pleo ol roast lambr "No, that doesn't strike my fancy." "A chopr No. Perhaps you wonld better bring me a bottle of Ht Jnllen and a slice of cold roast beet 1 have no appetite to I day." ! "Very well, air," aud tb waiter start-sd start-sd off slowly, "Oh, Oaspard." "Yc. sir." "I hav an idea." -Yea, sir." i "I might b able to eat good steak with a fpw fried onion." , "They wonld be very nice, sir." j "Only a tew onions, but bar the steak food." j "Yes, ir." ' "TUat will be alL Yma needn't mind tb claret" "Yes, sir." But tb lover of onion leaned back In hi chair, a Innocent ap-, ap-, -risjr as a child. Nr York Who |