An Eye Opener

A member of the Citizens' Club tells the following Whisperer this story : The member often goes to Auburn. On the córner of the street on which stands Auburn's principal hotel he often met a blind man. The blind man looked so pathetic that he always dropped a dime in the outstretched hat. The other day he was walking down Salina street when who should he run against but the aforesaid blind man ! And what is more, he could see. " Say," began the club man approaching hiui hot with indignation to think that he had been buncoed out of liis shekels by a fraud, " aren't you the man I used to gives alms to in Auburn? How is it, that you see? " The mendioant looked into his questioning eyes with a steadfast gaze. "Well, to teil yon the truth, sir, I was really blind when I was in Auburn ; but one day I got over iu Syracuse by mistake, and I teil you it opened my eyes! " " I thought that was pretty bright ! " said the man from the Citizens' ; " and I took hiin into Sam Taylor's aml let