The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-12-13
WORTH A QUARTER.
The Pathetic Story OF the Man Wit
Glass Eye.

The Pathetic Story of the Man With .
Glass Eye.
Four or FIVE well-dressed and appar-
emily well-heeled men stood in a group
on the bows of Windsor ferry boat
yesterday. when man whose appear
ance denoted hard times approached
them and said:
Gents, I'm used to going without
victuals and sleeping on the ground,
and give you my word l really like 1t
Howsumever, / am obliged to solicit
aid for a different object. Gents. allow
me to call your attention to me eye
this left one''
That something had happened to his
eye was plain enough Indeed. there
was no eye at ali, only socket of one.
What's the natter" asked one.
Its just here, sir, replied the man.
about ten years ago COW hooks me
eye out. I suffer and suffer, and by
and BY buys me glass one to pre-
serve me looks. It's not for me to say
that 1 looked even handsomer than
before, but should any Of you gents
want glass eye, FL be happy to give
you all the pointers l can. There's a
way of wearing glass eye to make We
look like Jim Dandy, and We have
only to call on me to get full particu-
lars"
But where is your eye?''
That's what I'm coming to at once.
! was over here in Detroit the other
day, expecting to meet a man who
wanted me to go down the country and
boss his farm. He didn't show up,
howsumever, and while waiting / felt
cramps. goes over to a saloon and
says I've got cramps and asks what is
good for 'em.
Whisky, of course, says the bloom
in bloke behind the bar.
but I've none of the needful'
"'Then die"
Gents, was suffering that bad that
I cried out for some one to hit me with
club and end me agony, and send
word to me motht' in Boston that
hoped to meet her in better place.
but no one would do it.
why didn't you speak to a police
man?' queried one of the group.
81 was too distracted with the pain.
felt that / must have whisky. l had
no money, but all of a sudden thought
of me glass eye.
'Here-give me horn and keep me
eye until can raise ten cents!" says
to the bloke behind the bar.
But it's only glass, says he.
OF course it's only glass. Am to
lay me real eye down on your bloomin'
bar for the price OF three fingers of
whisky?
III take it for two fingers, and if
you don't claim it in four days I'll use
it on me dog who lost his left eye in
fight last winter
Il gives him the eye. gents. and l
gets the whisky and saves me life to be
a comfort and consolation to me
mother in her old age. Now / wants to
get it back. He'll charge me interest,
and it will take quarter to do it."
No one made move to contribute.
and the man suddenly began wiping
his good eye and said:
Scents, if that bloomin' bloke was to
keep me glass eye on the shelf among
the bottles, wouldn't feel SO bad, but
to-day is the fourth day, and by to-
morrow his one-eyed fghtin' dog will
be wearin' me optic, and paradin'
around town. Put yourselves in me
place, and imagine how you'd feelr'
They Clipped in a quarter for him
and he bowed and scraped and said:
''And 1 can hear me dear old mother
rs she weeps for joy Now am a man
again! Now / can face the world!
All! gents, may you never need glass
eye to begin with. If you have to get
one, may you never need to put it up
to save your life. If you have to put it
up, may it never be to a bloomin' bloke
who hasn't got any more feelin' than
to want it for his bloomin' fghtin dawg
to wear in the buck yard
He went away and sat down, and
while everybody said he lied, every
body also agreed that it was a story
worth quarter.-Detroit Free Press