The Honesdale citizen. [volume] (Honesdale, Pa.) 1873-1908, 1908-07-16
GLIMPSEs OF
uncle REMuS" T"
Fun loci Chandler Harris Had
wlth q False Eye.
INSTANCES OF MS KINDNESS.

throughout the English reading world
n his creation Of the character OF
Uncse Remus." Mr.. Harris was the
'snbtecf Of many interesting stories and
incidents. Some of them are herewith
related BIZ his friend and Deighbor.
Forrest Adair:
..One day MT. Harris little daughter
huuke her doll. and her father picked
up one Of the pieces. The fragment
ehsnced 10 be the dolls eye. and Mr..
Harris found that q slight compress
don OF the muscles Of the face would
enable him 20 easily hold the eye over
his own optic. The mirror showed
him that the thing had an uncanny
and ghastiy look II had the staring.
CLASSY appearance oc a DEAD PERSONS
eye. Carefully placing his treasure In
his vest pocket, he went to town and
tried its effect upon the Office boy with
90 much success that he was encour-
aged to repeat the experiment else
where. On the cnr going ont to West
End three schoolgirls occupied eents
not Car from him. They we've stran-
pcu d rf.Aentnily their gianees
We 30 his direction At IA
vc .oment, when his newspaper
concealed his face. he fixed the DOLLS
eye sn position and then lowered the
sheet which he pretended to read with
sf,e other eye. Suddenly there wns q
pause In the lively conservation OF the
girls, and Harris could zee that they
were gazing In horror at the wonderful
ere. They had never seen anything
aike II. Just what II was they could
not seil but II was more than they
could stand. They put their heads to
Wsther and whispered and then stared
at the horrible object. II was too
much to be endured. The gins
watched that immovable, expression
less orb for q few mOments. and, with
very pale faces and In evident nsrv-
ouaness, signaied the conductor to stop
the cnr. They were al some DISTANCE
from their destination. but that di
not matter. Anything to escape from
the glare Of that corpselike eye.
"An old lady on the car started TO
ask Harris a question. Before she had
uttered three words she noticed that
hideous eye. Her voice faitered and
the remainder OF the sentence was
iost. Taking her spectacles from her
bag, ahs wiped them vigorously and
put them on. In the meantime the re-
pulsive eye had been slyly removed.
and Mr.. Harris was smiling blandly
k,t.
frankly meeting hers. This seemed to
puzzle the old lady more than ever.
She rubbed her eyes. examined her
epectscles, and went of into q brown
study. No doubt she thought OF con-
suiting aii oculist about the strange
trick her vision had played her.
'rThe dolls eye caused his possessor
eafsens fun while he had It Ere
qusntiy children and simple Africans
Otherwise jolly looking. ruddy faced
man with one twinkling eye and one
dsad looking black orb, and their In
coherent stories Of the man with the
evil eye DISTURBED their home circles
not q little. The dolf's eye was finally
lost and Harris regretted II greatly. I
never had DO much fun In my life out
OF a little thing be said.
'@The members Of the Harris family
spent most OF their time at home. but
occasionally they took n long summer
outing, leaving Uncle Remus' to hold
the fort during their absence. At such
times he worked hard and turned out
piles OF copy for his publishers. One
morning when he was alone In the
house. working on q free silver. six
teen to one editorial, a ring at the door
disturbed him. He answered the bell.
and a rather genteei looking. middle
aged man saluted him, offering toilet
soap for sale at 10 cents a cake or
three cakes for a quarter Annoyed
by the interruption, Harris said rather
bruesQueiy that he did not need any
soap.
"'But am ON the verge Of starva-
tion,' said the man.
1.-The idea" laughed Mr. Harris.
why. man, you are wearing a better
coat than have
"'You would not talk so.' he replied
In a tremuIous voice. II you had seen
how hard my poor wife rubbed aAd
brushed my coat this morning SO that I
would present a respectable appear
ance'
Harris then saw that the coat was
old. almost threadbare. but exceeding
ly clean and neat He glanced again at
the mans face.
"'Excuse me- he said. I was very
busy when you came and spoke
thoughtiessiy. Now that think Of 1t.
do need some soap. Fact ia. l am
completely out
THANK you.' interrupted the man.
Here nre three cakes for a quarter
"'NMsense,' said Harris Here is q
Ave dollar bill. ! will take It all In
soap. Got to have it-couldn't do with
(0ut~ it-always buy Il In 1--WE dollar
lots
The peddler left all OF his stock and
delivered another lot later II was q
very profitable days work Tor nm. 4
was Just like Uncle Remus.' He W.T.
always doing such things.
There was an old printer In Atlantl
who, when he was too infrm to worl
at the case. went every week to MI
Harris and drew his regular pension
enough to supply his simple wants. Il
similar ways this kind hearted jour
nalist managed to get rid Of q lArg
part OF his income"
Uncle Remus' was extremely bash
full. He was so modest that he cOul
not look a strange woman In the face
and he had for years written at hi
home in order to keep away from tn
lion hunters and autograph seeker
who attacked him at the ConstitutlO
Office at Atlanta. He spent only aboU
an hour a day at the Atlanta Constit'
tIOn Ofilee. He was there one mOrnin
when tall young woman from BostO
made her way up the elevator IN
found his room. The door was opel
The Boston girl looked In, and theI
sat a little, rOtund. red headed ma
reading a newspaper
'Is this Mr.. HarTisr' asked the Bo
ton girl.
'Yes'm," replied tho red headed mH
without raising his eyes.
Il have called 20 see you. Mr.. Iin
ris." said the Boston gin. my nan
Is Bessie Blank, and you ought
know me. for am a writer"
"Yes'm," said Uncle Bemus," loo
"a. IA L..