Elizabeth daily monitor. [volume] (Elizabeth, N.J.) 1868-1880, 1868-11-24
:" PLEASE PITY THE BLIND. &
BEHIND THE SCENES

recollect a poor miserable looking
man, who, with placard 81 AM
BLIND" hanging on his breast, stood
shivering in the cold on Wednesday last
under the windows of the building on
Broadway lately known as the Southern
Hotel. His eyes, one mass of infamed
sores, appeared to suffer terribly from
the piercing cold wind, and attracted
good deal of pecuniary sympathy
from the passers by.
Further down Broadway, on the curb
stone near Canal street, poor woman
was seated, soliciting pennies from the
charitable. She too, had a placard over
her bosom announcing her blindness.
At this moment a drunken sailor came
up, and saying Come, get up, old
horse" deliberately kicked the poor
creature in the side. 'Och, yer rep
thile yer, how dar yer illthrate poor
ould wildly, what's got seven children
stharvin at home" moaned she, and
began to cry piteously. A reporter of
the Tribune, who happened to be pas
sing, joined the bystanders in comfort
ing the "poor wildly" who reaped a
rich harvest from their contributions.
Now comes the strange part of the
story. Our reporter, who had visit
to pay in the Brandreth House, close
by, was astonished to witness, on leav-
ing, precisely the same scene that had
taken place on his entrance, an hour
before. Suspecting that all was not
right, he lit cigar, bought newspa-
per, and sat himself to watch any fur
Their proceedings. In three-quarters Of
an hour the farce was played again, a
little lower down the street, the same
brutality, the same Celtic remonstran-
ces, and more stamps from the bystand-
ers. Determining to see more of this,
he repaired to the spot again about 81
o'clock, and found the "poor blind
wildly" preparing to go home, helpless
ly led by little girl, who was most
careful of her. Following a short dis
lance, our reportersaw them separate at
the corner of Water street, the woman
tucking her placard of blindness under
her arm, and getting along first rate
alone. She turned up one of the lone,
narrow places, out of Water street, and
entered one of the lowest class liquor
stores in which that neighborhood
abounds, wishing the landlord, a rosy
faced, sharp-eyed, tubby little Dutch
man, "good evening"" as she went in.
"Can have glass of lager ~ in
quired her pursuer. "Yah, vark in, p"
replied the Dutchman The reporter
entered boldly, and found himself in q
low, ill-lighted room, filled with nice
selection from the habitues of the
neighborhood. Judge, then, of his as
constituent on seeing at the further end
of the room his sore-eyed friend from
under the windows of the Southern
Hotel his eyes looking marvelously
we'll, evidently cured by the action of
a basin of cold water and piece of
yellow soap, with drop of the era
ther" steaming by his side, and discus
sing something out of the 5 o'clock
edition of The Daily News, with no less
person than the "drunken sailor. p"
"What luck the day, Biddy % inquired
"sore eyes" "Purty good, purity
good, eh Mike ~ responded the poor
victim of brutality, as she knowingly
leered at the druken sailor y and then
all three laughed heartily, the little
Dutch landlord who was evidently up
to the LOB, joiningin. Thinking dis
erection the better part of valor, our re-
porter paid for his lager and walked
out deeming it imprudent to open out
in such place. OF course, he now re-
grets thet he did not at the time call
the attention of the police to the
woman, but he was anxious to see the
little game played out. He says the
"widdy" must have realized the best
part of dollar for every "brutal kick. :"
: N. Y. Tribune.
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