The Blind Man at Work

I F there is one class of human beings more assured of the support and sympathy of us all?-provided that our sluggish memories are constantly jogged?it is the class of those who enter upon their daily round always in total darkness. But our sympathy and support need guidance. When the blind beggar, groping his way along the street with his stick and his dog and his little tin can, receives the coins of the passers-by, the individual giver does himself credit. But it is discreditable to the com-