A Blind Man's Singing

The captain was weak, and indeed he seemed rather to grow weaker than to regain his strength. He clambered up and downstairs and went from the parlor to the bar and back again. The doctor was suddenly taken up with a case many miles away and was never near the house after my father's death. So things passed until three o'clock of a bitter foggy frosty afternoon when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road. He was plainly blind, for he tapped before him with a stick, and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose. Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defence of