Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1907-03-24
Camera Hunt BY HONCRE WlLLSIE.
 copyrisht 1%1, hy C. H. sutcliffe.
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BY HONCRE WlLLSIE.

Penelope took a long breath and rtarted on after her brother and his wife. who were chatting With the guide. After the rough climbing of the morning the little plateau seemed heavenly. But even this respite did not ease renciopes sense of irritation. Arthur's and Alicc's fad had seemed so amusing at first that she had read fly accepted their invitation to join them. To hunt the wild game of the Rockies with camera was unique enough to be interesting but the hunt of the long tailed deer, so high among the peaks that rapid work was misery, had been very bad. The three days chase for a snap at the black wolf had been worse, and it ended in failure. But this chase for a mountain sheep was trying Penelope beyond endnr- ance
 "It's easy for Alice," thought poor Penelope, digging her staff viciously into a crevice She's like bundle of steel wires. She loves to get up before daylight and crawl half mile on her hands and knees to wait at a spring for some silly beast to come for 3 1 drink But Pm just worn out Alice! Arthur!'
 The three enthusiasts ahead turned back. You three leave me here in the shade of this rock and come back for me when you are finished. am worn out"- e--s,>--~- Arthur looked at Penelope in dismay. "But don't you want to see mountain sheep?' he coaxed. Since the black tailed deer were in the river bottom this morning the sheep are sure to be up here. Just think, Penelope one of those curious, rare mountain sheep!' But even this vision failed to move his sister She shook her head. Alice gave resigned little sigh
 'I'll stay with you, Penelope,' she said
 ''No, you won't,' said Arthur hastily. Its not safe. Two women are no better than one here"
 Here the guide interposed. He had been with them but day, but already, besides being their guide, he was their counselor and friend. He was too well bred to be treated otherwise Penelope looked at the stalwart, heavily beard ed fellow in a troubled way. His re semblance to Dick in spite of the beard was startling.
 "Now tell 4ou Mir. Seymore," he said, you know as much about this business as l do, and you tell me you have been up this trail half a dozen times before. Why can't stay here with your sister, fix up camp for the night and let MT. and Mrs. Seymore go on and locate the sheep?'
 Good, good!' exclaimed Seymore.
 Mrs. Seymore looked a little dubious, but Penelope spoke eagerly. Here was chance for an hour or two of rest that was not to be foregone
 Tt will only be a couple of hours" she said pleadingly. You will be back before dark, and I am so tired, and,' she added artfully, "you may miss your only chance at the mountain sheep"
 Come on, Arthur" said Mrs. Sey- more and the two started off up the
 The little plateau on which the col loQuy had taken place was smooth and wide, with q little spring trickling out of the great wall of the mountain. Penelope sat quietly watching the dis tant peaks in the afternoon light while the guide set about his preparation fo.' the nights camp, watching Penelope surreptitiously the while. Very lovely was the sunlight on the masses of her hair, the quick glow of color in her cheeks, the delight in her eyes as she looked at the distant glory of the can yon walls.
 Finally her gaze wandered to thc guide as his work brought him close beside her, and again the troubled look came to her eyes.
 ''Do you know" she said abruptly, "you have q resemblance to some one used to know that Is startling'
 The guide strengthened himself and looked at her keenly. "Is that so?' he said in his quiet way
 Without knowing why, she added. "1t was some one who was very dear to me"
 And now?' said the guide tenta lively.
 There is no now," said Penelope; rising and walking toward the edge of the plateau.
 The guide watched her anxiously Not too near the edge. please" he called.
 Penelope did not answer. Far, far below curled the silvery line that was the river, then up and up chaos of color in the rock masses, and silence. silence so intense that, though every sense was keen to catch the brilliancy of the canyon coloring. Penelope stood counting her own heart beats. She leaned over little to look at the ledge