Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-03-08
The SNAPSHOT
BY NAPOLEON S. ZARIcK.
Copyright, 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)


tracked at Ancona waiting for the
~east-bound train. Bruce Carman, a
kodak enthusiast in the first stages of
the disease, had photographed every
attractive view from Albany and Nj
lagara Falls to Ancona. From the back
platform, from the steps of his WI
car, and from the observation smoker,
he had "shot" the flying landscape.
At Ancona he was standing on he
last platform of the side-tracked train,
and had jotted down his Photographic
memoranda of spow-crowned Catskill
mountains.
A shrill whistle, an oncoming roar,
and the express Numbered past on the
main track. AS it slowed up at the
station Carman's train moved on, but
not before he had indelibly fixed on
the film of his kodak q glimpse of the
back platform of the passing train.
He raised his head and saw, vaguely,
q girl bending over a kodak focused,
apparently, ON him, but before she
looked up his car had rounded a curve
and she was lost to view.
Carman returned to New York after
several weeks, and n of his first acts
was to develop his views. With the
luck of the ordinary amateur, a few
of them were good, but )st of them
were bad. Only n view was sharp
and clear. Framed by the doorway of
a sleeper, a beautiful young girl looked
straight from the film into Carman's
eyes.
"By Jove !" he exclaimed, "what a
beauty She must be the Ancona
girl"
The Ancona girl she was and the
Ancona girl she remained for days,
weeks, and even months. Carman
printed the picture off and she was
charming; in blueprint she was
beautiful, and blueprints are crucial
tests Of beauty on carbon paper she
was exquisite, and with each expert
mental printing her image penetrated
deeper and deeper into Caravans
heart. At last he enlarged her; or, not
quite at last, for the browning point
of his folly was to frame her in silver
and install her on his dressing table
as mistress of his heat and posses
sions. Then, one evening, she was
christened, and it was in this way:
Jack Brennon ran up to Caravans
rooms to communicate some bit OF
personal information; wandering idly
about the room, he saw the photo
graph, picked it up, glanced at 1t care
lessly, then put it down. "Good photo
graph" he said amateur, of cOurse. l
didn't know you knew Edith so well.
She's a jolly girl, isn't she?"
"N-no-y-yes," stammered Carman.
Edith and there was a man who knew
her! But what a fool he would be to
ask the name of a girl whose photo
graph was enshrined In the privacy OF
his dressing table! In a moment more
Brennon was gone.
By this time Edith's Photographic
presentment filled Bruce Carman's life,
and the entire world was merely a
dense veil hiding her from him. He
went to every dance and dinner, he
even haunted teas, hoping that he
might find her. Once he was invited
to a dinner to meet "My cousin, Miss
cambridge of Toronto"
When he stood before his hostess
that night his face was white and his
voice hoarse with emotion.
edith, Mr.. Carman; Miss Balm
bridge, Mr.. Carman." The words were
spoken and Carman turned to meet
her. Alasl this Edith was not his
Edith, but only an elderly Scotch
spinster. Carman knew how he
lived through that evening.
The winter drew to a close, and Car
man was growing hopeless. Should he
start out In quest of her, he asked
himself? But what a hopeless questl
It was Friday, and Carman was on
his way to an afternoon reception. No
hope of finding her led him there, but
one Of his girl friends had asked him
to help her to entertain her guests.
He waited for a moment in the ante
fchamber, realizing from the voices
that only girls were In the adjoining
room. Then he heard a name that
made his heart stand still.
"Don't tell me, Edith Brennon, that
you have worn his picture ever SINCE"
eyes, I have. You can call it silly
IL you ike, Dut VI dl tAc ohupohoto
that I took, from Denver to New York,
his was the only one that came out.
OF course, there was a fate in that.
Gould anyone doubt 1t? It's in this
very locket now, and I'll wear it until
I meet him. I know I will some time,
I'm absolutely positive Of that"
"Oh, how do you do, Mr.. Carman?
Il didn't hear you come in," exclaimed
the hostess. 'It's awfully good of you
to come so early. You know every n
here, don't you? Oh, no-Miss Bren-
non, I want you to meet Mr.. Carman.
She's Jack Brennon's cousin from
Denver, you know. You've heard him
speak of his cousin Edith a thousand
times, haven't your
The words flowed on In q malOdi0nS