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A Good Story of a Glass Eye.

A good many years ago there was a man -employed m the office of the Princess Theatre, whom for the convenience of this anecdote we will call Brown. Brown had man accident lost one eye, and wore m the place of it a glass one, whfoh naturally he could at any moment, take out or put m without inconvenience. He used to ride about a great deal m cabs, and like other people objected to the cabmen's whip being flicked m his face. On one occasion a big, red faced, brandy-nosed ruffian drove him from the city to Oxford street. The man whipped his horss unmercifully, and the knotted lash-end kept spinning and twirling across Brown's eye. Brown remonstrated, and was answered by volleys of oaths, ' I know my own business,' the scoundrel cried. 'You keep your seat, and keep a civil tongue m your jaw.' Swish, swish, the whip went again, this time hitting Brown m the face. The latter, without further ado took his glass eye from its .socket, and set up a fiendish yell. ' Stop you villain ! stop ! he cried, gulling at the jreiai with all his might, and was answered tt>y another volley of oaths. ' What's the vnatter now ?' cried the cabman with an objurgation, reining m his horse and jumping off from his box with the evident intention of giving his fare what for. You've murdered me, you blackguard ; you've blinded me !' cried Brown, exhibiting the glass eye on the extended palm of his hiind, and passing tftie other over the gaping socket. 'Do you mean to say as I've 4one this, sir ?' stammered the man -with .a frightened stare, his red-face turnine as we&en yellow, and his blue nose becoming green. ' I mean that you have knocked out my eye,' exclaimed Brown •with hoarse fierceness. * Now drive me to the theatre fast, and I'll send for the doctor and for the police at the same time.' The cabman remounted nervously, and drove to Oxford street with extreme fentleness. Arrived at the theatre, srown descended without paying. 'Wait .here a moment,' he said 'and I'li send for a policeman. A ruffian like you must be punished severly.' The cabman did not ■wait. Crack went the whip, and the vehicle pned away like a flash. Brown Slaving ■fm'ed half a crown, replaced !iis glass eye <a-nd went upstairs.—Exchange.

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A Good Story of a Glass Eye., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2495, 19 August 1890

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A Good Story of a Glass Eye. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2495, 19 August 1890

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