The herald., 1897-09-12

in the west. The camera was placed
upon the sill of the window, which
looked out to the east, its shutter open,
so that when flash should come its
impression on the plate would be in
stantly made.
Nearer and nearer doomed the storm;
the heart of Donald bounded with ex-
element. He felt that at any moment
something wonderful might happen.
Then the voice of his aunt came up
the stairs: Donald, 1 really must have
some wood" He groaned, but, ran
down and out to the shed and caught
UP a dozen sticks Of wood. He was just
getting back when sudden binding
flash broke like fiery crack across
the sky; then came boom and crash
that almost deafened him.
He threw the wood in the box in the
kitchen and flew up the stairs like a
cat. Seizing the camera, he closed the
shutter, then danced up and down in
his glee.
Donald, Donald, wish you'd come
back!" called his aunt again. "This Is
simply appalling, and want you down
here"
The rain had now commenced and the
window had to be closed. But Donald
was happy, and, putting hts box in the
closet, went below.
All evening the boy was wild to be up
in his closet to develop" his plate, but
his aunt kept him down stairs.
In the morning, while the chores about
the place were being done, Farmer Tum-
kins climbed the wall and called to DON
aid and his aunt. In his hand the man
was holding something soft and blue.
Donald" said he, whats thet?" and
he held up blue serge jacket.
"Why-where did you get it?" said
Donald.
"It's nothing more than a Jacket"
said his aunt. did you find it?"
"Thet's what DONE" replied the
farmer, while his eyes began to blaze
II found it right amongst my mellins;
an the two biggest mellins which I he'd
are gone, an over half a dozen of the
others is plugged, an somebody's in fer
trouble. Don't yeh reconize this
jacket?"
"It's Becky's, just as sure as the
world" cried Donald.
"Thet's jest the size Of it-Tomboy
Becky's. I've alters said what tomboy
she was, but this time she hev went too
fart"
"You don't believe she took your
melons," said Mrs. Blair.
"Of course he DON'T" Donald hastened
to say.
Don't though" answered the man.
"Not when find her jacket lynn in
the patch" HUH"
you don't mean to make a whole lot
Of trouble for girl and accuse her of
taking your melons?" Mrs. Blair in
sisted.
Nov. see here" said the man. I'm
aimin' to be fair. but somebody's goin
to hev trouble. want the gal to come
right here, an we'll see what she says"
"Why guess she'll come" said Dom
AIDS aunt, "if I ask her. I'll go right
of and see. She's only an orphan, but
she's good If she is a little lively" She
started as soon as she could, and the
farmer went back to his melons to
wait.
Donald walked up and down. He
was not worried about Becky's inno-
cence; he was sure of her honesty His
mind returned to the camera, and
presently he found himself up stairs in
the closet, developing the plate. Soon
the light Of his tiny ruby lantern re-
vealed a wonderful negative, across
the face of which were odd, crooked
paths-the lightning's track across the
sky-and dark objects began to appear
in the foreground
The boy had just finished developing
and fixing the plate when Mrs. Blair
and Becky appeared. Farmer Tumlxins
had been watching, and now came for
ward. And when he asked the girl
| where her jacket had been left when