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Show IT WAS ON A TRAY. I,, Itcason Vt'liy Johnnlo Conlrt Xot Tut the Curd Unilcr tho Door. The lady who lives at the family hotel "on the North side was dressing for dinner. din-ner. She wns not expecting company just at that' moment and was somewhat startling to the eye. Hut no eye wus there save hers. Suddenly she was roused from a contemplation of her charms in the mirror by a knock. "Some one is rapping again," she muttered. mut-tered. "Everybody in this hotel seems to have a hammer out." Then in a clear, bird-like voice she called: "Who is it?" "It's Johnnie," said a voice. Johnnie was the sad-faced boy with tho painstaking head who brought up ico water and things. "What is it, Johnnie?" akcd the lady fair. ' "I have a card," replied the page. "Put it under the. door," said the charming guest. "I can't," aald Johnnie; "it's on a tray." And the elevator fell to tho basement with a great crash. |