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Show What Sh Ordered. A party of men sat at a table in a Broadway restaurant. A girl of 17 or thereaboutB entered shyly and took her seat at a table near by. The girl's rijrure was slender, her lovely face was softly tinted, her eyes were blue and innocent. She drew her gloves from her email wnito hands and held the bill of fare daintily before her. Sho seemed searching search-ing for something made of rose leaves i and iioney dow. I "Two to one she orders lobster salad," eaid one of the men watching tho sweet maid. "Done," responded another. "Salad is too cor.rso for her. She'll have cold r. ''Well, now, you just listen for her to order an omelet soufflee," said the third. "I never saw a girl out shopping in my bfo that didn't run in nt noontime and get an omelet soufflee. They are so fluffy and sugary that they just hit feminine taste." ''That girl will order a chocolate eclair and a cup of tea," said a fourth man in tho party, In tho meantime the waiter was standing stand-ing at the elbow of the dainty fairy, expecting ex-pecting her order. Sho studied tho card loiig and carefully, and then she pouted. ''I don't think you have what I want." "We have 'most everything," said the waiter. "Yes," responded the girl; "butlcamo in here on purpose for ouo thing, and 1 don't see it on tho menu." "What i3 it, mis'?" asked tho waiter. "Frankfurter sausages and sauerkraut," sauer-kraut," replied the maiden. One of the men at the neighboring table ta-ble dropped his (lass, and another coughed convulsively from having swallowed swal-lowed tho wrong way. The young lady rose from her chair and inquired of the waiter if he knew any place close by where sausages and sauerkraut were obtainable. ob-tainable. Sho wiis told to seek Sixth avenue. "1 will bet." said the waiter, "that that girl ia of Uermau descent." And ho turned up his nose as fur as it would go, Ho was French. New York Letter. |