The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-12-08
MY 0NE-EYED GIRL.

not "happy' but bewildered, possessor
of one-eyed girl. That is, she ap-
parently was the owner of two beauti-
full optics, but, alas, one was base,
cold counterfeit, having been manufac-
tured in distant city of the German
Empire, thousands of miles from the
place where this stricken, single-eyed
fairy was born. 1t seems she came into
the arena of life with two "soul win
dows," but at the age of four infantile
summers, while climbing in a closet to
steal some of her mothers favorite jam,
she, sad to relate, fell, with her face
and fingers, just all covered with the
fruit of sin, struck her right eye on the
sharp corner of most obtrusve shelf,
| and knocked it out for all earthly time
to come. That is how this eye sorrow
was produced. Alas, how we poor
| mortals do suffer on account of our
transgressions. Had she not, with her
young budding heart filled with sinful
desire journeyed after that jam she
would not have lost her eye and had in
all the subsequent years wander through
life with deep deception in her mind,
narrowing anguish in her bosom, and a
dead, cold glass eye in her head. But
! must not preach. | started out to
tell how met her, won her, and left
her. l was introduced to her at lit
tie party given at the house of one Of
my friends. took her home. went
to see her. l went again, and oftener.
Soon had her in my arms, with her
glass eye resting softly against my vest
and her sweet voice murmuring in my
nearest ear, Darling, how do love
YOU" But at that time, my dear reader
l did not know she had a counterfeit
eve. Not much That fact she had
carefully kept concealed from me, the
being who one day, she believed, would
fold her in the rapturous embrace OF
the nuptial contamination. But l did
used to have my doubts about the right
eye-the false one. 1t was exactly the
same size, shape and color as the other
one, and moved just as it did, precisely
right, but it had a sort of far-away
look, as if it knew it was dead and
wondered why under the heavens the
undertaken did not come and properly
lay it out. The other eye was filled
with life and love and occasionally sin
full glances, but that glass eyes expires
sion never changed from its stony glare
no matter how fervently l can embrace
this charmer or how warmly we glued
our lips together. l used to gaze a
that eye and wonder why it did moi
fall in love with me like the balance O
the girl. For a long time l mareled
At last one night for two long hours, by
the most endearing caresses, by the
most eloquent and touching words O
devotion, by the most thrilling glances
of my large orbs tried to change the
expression of that glass eye, but all ii
! vain. Its dead, stony, baneful glare
cleaned at me the same as it did the
first moment l met this girl. Then Z
faint glimmer of the truth illuminated
my bewildered mind.
"Pet," l suddenly exclaimed, "wha
is the matter with your right eyer"
"Nothing, dear Gus" was the swee
reply, while she buried her face between
my coat and vest, and sighed and trem
bled as if she worshipped me beyond
all expression of tongue.
All, but many young women are de-
ceitful, are they not, my noble male
constituency She merely wanted te
hide that glass eye until my mind wa!
: attracted to something else, but per
sisted. For the first time Ipushed he
from me, and, looking her square il
her Fictitious right eye, exclaimed:
| UAnpie ic that a oood eve ~
ooh Gus" she sobbed, show car