The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-10-02
AT THE PHOTOGRAPHERS
A Bride and Bridegroom
Pictures Tooken."
Standing Their Fate Like Martyrs-Views
of the Photographer

eS, SIT; yes, ma am; LII give you
sitting in few minutes" said the
photographer, blandly.
'Say, Mirandy, what'sa sittin'."
"Well, it faint aigs," answered the
bride shortly. "Now, William Henry,
where's them flowersp'
"Here they be. Say, Mirandy, pin
mine on for me.
There was moments silence in the
Woodward avenue gallery, as the bride
proceeded to pin large-sized button
hole bouquet into William Henry's
coat. The silence was broken by a
snicker.
Say, Mirandy, you're ticklin' of
mey'
Then the bride pinned mammoth
bunch on her own corsage, and the two
sat down on sofa, hand in hand.
"Say, Mirandy, dye think the old
mare'n run away?"
"She mought, eff the band began to
play. She amt use ter city noises"
A long silence; they wiped the per-
spiration from their cheeks and ex-
changed words of endearment. The
groom took a piece of comb out of his
pocket and combed out the brides
bangs. Then they struggled into their
light cotton gloves and out; they want
ed their rings, of which they had a
glittering array, in the picture.
"How would you like to be posed"
asked the photographer, coming out
with a collodion plate in his hand.
"What's that?" asked the bride,
nudging her comrade
Dunno" answered the youth.
"Will you sit together or separate"
explained the artist.
They stood up hand in hand, with
faces that showed the spirit of mar
tyrs. .......
"We will be tooken together
But the photographer, who had some
pride in his profession, induced the
young man to sit down while the bride
leaned over his shoulder. He sat as
straight as ramrod, with collapsed
stomach and feet caved in; his arms
also turned in, and his hands were
spread upon his knees; his watch chain
travelled over his vest pattern by diff
ferent routes, and held in suspense a
large agate locket. His hair lay in a
wave on his low forehead; his pale blue
eyes reflected every object in the oper-
ating room. The artist told him he
was good subject, and he grinned,
which gave him pleased expression,
in place of a look of agony. The bride
was much older than her husband, and
she looked it.
She wore a tan-colored dress and a
,ce fichu, and gold chain two yards
long, bracelets and ribbons. She was
looking down at the groom with ten
der, watchful, wouldn't-trust-him-out-
of-sight regard. At this moment the
black muzzle of the camera was un-
covered and after ten heart-beats OF
solidiied silence and non-motion, the
word was given to CO. They each gave
a great sigh of happiness and said they
would come next day to see the mega
tives, and hand in hand the two chill
dren of nature departed
DO you have many sitters like
those?"
"Lots of them," said the photogra-
pher, "and they are the most satisfac-
tory class-always like their pictures
and pay promptly. You'll be surprised
to see what good looking pictures they
make after they are worked up and
finished. They are good deal less
trouble than the folks who get their
pictures taken every year and know
just how they want them"
"Who are the hardest people to pho
tograph?"
Elderly ladies and young men; the
ladies want to look like pictures of |
younger women they see and it Is
Old people are pictur-
esque Young men are fussy, want
their sleeve-buttons to show, are par
ticular about their neck-ties and such
nonsense. The best subjects we have
are elderly men and young girls. These
people have usually good faces and are
not cranky about their clothes or looks
like to work for them. Detroit Free
Press.