The morning call., 1891-10-11
CHOW I SEE"
How the Text Was strikingly illustrated
to Father.

How the Text Was Strikingly illustrated
to Father.
As father of three bright boys and a
teacher in the Sunday-school which they
attend l feel it my duty to see that they are
we'll I'D in the golden texts. Consequently
it has been our custom while at breakfast
Monday to talk about and commit the text
for the following week-all of which explains
the fact that last Monday morning left
home with the words, One thing l know;
that, whereas | was blind, now L see,
repeating themselves in my mind.
On the way to my office | dropped In to
see Palmer, the oculist, who IS friend OF
mine, and we were soon so deep In the mat
ter of business that we scarcely noticed the
entrance of shabblly dressed man, who
stood about waiting for attention. After
some time he walked to the counter and be-
gan aimlessly trying on some spectacleS
that lay there. Suddenly We we're startled
by violent exclamation, and the next in
slant he rushed at me, and, selling
my arm, exclaimed with some ex-
element: Look. will you? Look out
of that window Did yOu ever realize that
those were separate buildings, across the
way, and not just one solid block. They
are-they're divided, and-heayens! see
man in one of the windows. And that
one walking alons there-his coat is gray,
and-yes, ii has black buttons. OF course,
you wouldn't know that. but can see them.
He's no blurred mass to me. l know where
his head ends and shoulders begin. And
that little girl, now-no. there are two little
girls; do you see? One of them has yellow
hair and the other one brown. They're
going in there. L could count the steps
they're climbing. What's in these glasses?
Where did you get them?
He turned to Palmer and then to me
again. Here" he cried. "Put 'em Cd,
man, and see for yourself"
AS he forced them into my hands, one
look at my face told him the story, and, with
a sudden reaction of feeling, he sank into
chair, covering his face with both hands.
"Can it be?" he said, and his voice was
choking with feeling. Nobody ever told
me my eyes were different from other
folks'-but they were! I've been blind, but
now can ssep'
Just about here felt that there was some
thing the matter With my eyesight and l
reached for my handkerchief with hope
that Palmer wouldn't see me do it. Casting
furtive glance at him, to make sure, saw
him standing with tears on his own checks,
making no effort to conceal his emotion.
palmer" said /, lone thing l know,
that whereas l was blind. now l see and |
know something else. l know that when l
tried 10 explain that text to my children this
morning had as little idea of what il might
mean as they didP'-Chicago Times.
Mistake of an Advocate of Cremation.
George Il. Kerper is quite wit when he
strikes humorous mood, and some of the
bon mots that he has coined have become
famous in his circle. One is especially good
and deserves repeating Some weeks ago,
while in New York, he happened to run
across Howard Douglass. who was on his
way to Europe with his family. That even
ing. while discussing bottle of Pomm-ry
Sec in cafe, the question OF the value OF
cremation came W. Mr.. Douglass was a
skeptic on the subject. while it found
warm advocate in Mr.. Kerper, who after an
hours talk won his listener over to the
modern mode of disposing of the dead.
Immediately after the conversation ceased
Mr.. Douglass arose and started for his hotel
Scarcely had he gone out of the door when
Kerper sprang up in evident alarm and
shouted for him to come back.
What is the matter, GeOrge?' asked one
of the party.
Gosh, but I've made 4 terrible mistake"
moaned Kerper, in pretended anguish.
why, what have you done?" demanded
the crowd in unison.
Nothing at all. only l have convinced
Douglass that cremation is the proper thing,
and now that come to think of it / own
$4,000 stock in coffin factory. "-Cleye-
land Enquirer.