Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1909-12-25
The Photographers Accident
BY JAMES FERNER

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slightly. contemplated for an instant
her reflection in the mirror and then
carefully patted two stray hairs back
znec their places.
''I do wish people wouldn't talk,
abe told herself petulantly, and win
. pretty pout, "as II | could ever
marry him!" she smiled lightly at the
mere thought, and continued: "As il
4 could ever love a man with hideous,
long hair! i hate men with long
hAir!"
She stamped her tiny foot by way
or emphasis. Then she turned back
to the mirror and glanced over her
shoulder.
Kitty Seymour was social butter
fiy.who fitted lightly from one pleas
are to another. She was %, and for
three years had lived his life, caring
for naught else. She had not lacked
offers of marriage. She had only
Scorned them. But now there had
come TO worship at her shrine an
artist OF high renown, and her friends
were yainly endeavoring to impress
her with the advisability of marrying
him, There was only one reason in
all the world why she should not link
her future with him. and that was a
reason her friends refused to consid
er. She did not love him.
She crossed to her writing table
and among her correspondence found
a packet from her photographer. She
knew that it contained dozen photo
graphs of herself, but she opened it
eagerly 10 ascertain what the finished
portraits were like.
AS she spread the contents out on
the table an exclamation of surprise
escaped her lips. One Of the photo
graphs was that of a man Through
socne mistake the Photographic had
Enclosed strange portrait.
What hideous hair" was the girls
first remark as she examined the pho
tograph more closely. Then, for some
moments, as if fascinated, she gazed
mt it with peculiar look in her eyes.
II was a strikingly handsome and pow
erful fact that looked out from the
picture. AS she gazed into the larea
dreamy eyes that seemed to be look.
ing into the inner-most recesses Fl
her soul, there surged up into the
girls heart strange, new sensation,
the like OF which she had never be.
fore experienced, For the first time
in her life Kitty Seymour felt mean
and paltry
Thus it came about that the portrait
OF an unknown man with long hair
came to stand conspicuously upon
Kitty Seymours writing table.
When her birthday came around a
girl friend, by way Of a trifliug joke
sent her dainty volume of exquisite
prose, The Way of Love- written by
Cyril Denton, whose name as a poet
had gone forth ever land and sea.
week later there was among her
correspondence a pressing invitation
to spend few weeks with a friend
Laura Westot, who had been at school
with Kitty, and who resided with her
widowed mother in a secluded part Of
Bostcn. AS Kitty Seymour was tired
of everything, to Boston she went. To
beguile the four hours of the railroad
Journey, she read The Way OF Love"
and when late in the afternoon she
-was resting in Laura's boud If, she
turned to that little book again.
''Gracious You don't mean to say
CHANGING TO look up.
tits just too lovely" was Kitty's
reply.
Lovely rubbish"
Have you read it?"
Il should think not"
Then how do you know it's rub
bish?'
SIT WAS written here yUac tha an