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Show IT WAS ON A TRAY. itonson Why Johunlo Could Not Put tho Curd Under tho Door. The lady who lives at tho family hotel on the North side was dressing for dinner. din-ner. She was not expecting company just at that moment and was somewh.it startling to the eye. But no eye a. as there stive 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 ice water and things. "What Is it, Johnnie?" askedHhe lady fair. "I have n card," replied the page. "Put it under the door," said the ( charming guest. "I can't," said Johnnie; "it's on n tray." And the elevator fell to the basement with n great crash'. 1:L' " .- . t . |