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Show THE GLASS EYE. As a train from the Kansas Pacific pulled away from Denver, a tall, angular specimen of humanity took a seat opposite a lady, and, to all appearances, was engaged in studying her face. At first she treated the rudeness with good-natured indifference, but at last it began to tell on her nerves. He apparently had the faculty of looking two ways at once. One eye was excited and roved in all directions. The other fastened on her with an undeviating stare. She turned her head, but it intercepted her vision. She tried to hide behind a paper, but she felt the cruel eye piercing through the screen and creeping with a stony look all over her features. It seemed to be picking them up one by one and examining them with care. The thing became unendurable, and she cried out fiercely: "Sir, why do you look at me so persistently?" "Me, madam, why bless my soul! I haven't been looking at you." "You have, sir. For half an hour or more your eye has been absolutely riveted on my face." "I beg your pardon, madam, but it's this eye, is it not," lifting his finger to his left optic. "Yes, sir; it's that eye." "Well, madam, that eye won't do you any harm. It generally looks any way it pleases - it gives me a great deal of trouble. A great many complain of it. At first I thought they were making fun of me, but I've found out differently now. I would leave it out altogether but for the looks of the thing. It's a glass eye, madam - only a glass eye. I hope you'll excuse it. But, upon my soul, I'm not surprised that even a glass eye should feel interested in so pretty a woman," and he brought his other eye to bear upon her in undisguised admiration. The lady laughingly accepted the explanation, and the rest of the journey was passed very pleasantly. |