"Just give me the dead-game sport as he comes from the
country and the country town. He's as good as I want. It's
a sort of charity to take his money away from him before
he gets into real trouble with it. One of them thought he
had me the other day when I tried to sell him a pair of my
famous $4 glasses with the gold rims. His had silver, only,
but he told me mine wouldn't show a full moon after dark.
"I asked him to let me see his specs and he handed them
over. I had a bit of wax out of my ear on the tip of my
little finger. I touched each of the glasses with the wax,
smearing them a little with it. That fixed his glasses for
good, and don't forget it. You can't get ear wax off a
pair of spectacles with anything yet invented; it's got a
sort of acid that eats into the glass and won't ever clear
up again. The fellow got hot about it, but I didn't know
anything, of course, and finally sold him a pair of my
$1.80 a dozen glasses for $1.50 cash, net.
"O, some people are almost too easy--I get ashamed of my
calling!"