A MAN to Whom Time Was Money, and who was bolting his breakfast in

　　order to catch a train, had leaned his newspaper against the sugar-

　　bowl and was reading as he ate. In his haste and abstraction he

　　stuck a pickle-fork into his right eye, and on removing the fork

　　the eye came with it. In buying spectacles the needless outlay1 for

　　the right lens soon reduced him to poverty, and the Man to Whom

　　Time Was Money had to sustain life by fishing from the end of a

　　wharf2.