The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-09-16
NOT ALL HE HAD TO DO.


 After He Had Aimed the Camera and
 Pressed the Button the Trouble Be
 gan.
 "All you have to do," said MT Thapp, as he showed his little wife the camera he had purchased, lis to press this lit- tie knob and there you have picture"
 I'm sure that doesn't seem hard"
 Tt isn't hard. It's as easy as any thing you ever heard of. There!" he exclaimed, as he held the camera up in front of her face, T have picture of you"
 Do you meanto say that my like ness is in that box?"
 "Yes indeed" he answered, proud ly.
 ''TIow nice Let's take 1t right out and look at it."
 ''No. you mustn't do that" And he entered into an elaborate but unap- preciated explanation of the effects of sunlight on the sensitive film She was very eager to see the portrait, and he promised to develop the contents of the camera at night and print the pie ture the next day. She was not very highly pleased with the arrangement, bat accepted it because there was no alternative When he got home he had with him the chemicals for developing a negative
 | Here they are" he said cheerily, as | he waved the package over his head, | i've got the whole business in this l bundle You have the kitchen table cleared off and I'll get the lantern ready and we'll send the hired girl out of the house and make all the mess we want to-
 The only response to his greeting was 1 an icy stare.
 ! Whats the matter? Have you lost your interest in the camera?"
 "No. On the contrary, my interest l has been enormously increased I have read of unexpected discoveries in l story books, but I never expected to I find out myself how true it is that a perfidious plotter is almost sure to be discovered in his iniqulties To think of you Haunting that camera in my face and me trusting you all the i tirne!"
 When you say 'perfldious plctter do you allude to me?"
 T certainly do. You yourself placed l in my hands the proof of your treach- cry. You probably chuckled as you thought of how you were leaving the evidence of your guilt with me for safe keeping. But I have found you out. There is only one thing that I want to know now" she said in loud- CT tone, as she tragically held a pho- tograph before his face, and that is, l who is the woman?"
 Where did you get that?" he asked 1 in surprise.
 1 T was anxious to see what was in the camera, she replied, "so I took it over to my brother, who is expert in such things, and got him to make the l pictures for me. He sent them over to lne an hour ago, and this was among 1 the lot. Now, sir, [ have answered your question frankly and promptly. Can you aswer mine? Who-is -this woman?" p I Don't you know who that is?'' l T certainly do not.'' l Why, that is yourself
 Don't libel me You have injured me deeply; do not, oh do not mock me as we'll"
 Maria I wish you would not be- i have so much as if you were perform ing at a matineesa Iltell you that is your picture. You can recognize it by the way the bow at your neck Is tied, and by the pattern of the goods your waist is made of, if you can't recog- nize the features"
 She looked at it steadily and he held ] out his hands to- her for a reconcilia- I tion. The gaze she tarned on him was even chillier than before.
 ''Do you mean to say" she asked in flinty accents, that you intended that picture of a lantern-jawed monster as a portrait of the woman whom you promised to cherish and protect?"
 Why, it wasn't wy fault" he said, soothingly, but the door slammed. That evening the sailors who were hanging about a wharf saw man hur- ry to the waters edge, take several packages from his pockets, put them all inside cubical, leather-covered box and drop the entire outfit into the water. It was the last of MT. Trapp's camera.-Chicoga Times Herald.