The Prescott daily news., 1918-02-27

The WeSt-bOund express was side
 tracked tt Ancona waiting for the l east-bound train. Bruce Carman, a kodak enthusiast in the first stages of the disease, had photographed every attractive view from Albany and Mi agara Falls to Ancona. From the back ! platform, from the steps of his own ! car. and from the observation smoker, i he had "shot" the flying landscape.
 At Ancona he was standing on the last platform of the sido-tracl1ed train, and had jotted down his photographic memoranda of snow-crowned Catskill mountains.
 A shrill whistle, an oncoming roar, | and the express thundered past on the main track. As it slowed up at the station Carmans train moved on, but not before he had indelibly fixed on the film of his kodak a glimpse of the back platform of the passing train. i He raised his head and saw, vaguely, a girl bending over a kodak focused, apparently on him, but before she looked up his car had rounded curve and she was lost to view.
 Carman returned to New York after several weeks, and one of his first acts was to develop his views. With the luck of the ordinary amateur, few of them were good, but most of them were bad. Only one view was sharp and clear. Framed by the doorway of sleeper, beautiful young girl looked sr~IN% s,11@ ,Fe eyes.
 By love" he exclaimed, "what 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 experi- mental printing her image penetrated deeper and deeper into Carman's heart. At last he enlarged her; or, not quite at last, for the crowning point of his folly was to frame her in silver and install her on his dressing table as mistress of his heart and posses sions. Then, one evening, she was christened, and it was in this way:
 Jack Brennon ran up to Carmans rooms to communicate some bit of personal information; wandering idly about the room, he saw the photo graph, picked it up, glanced at it care lessly, then put it down. Good photo graph" he said; amateur of couiSe. 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 q man who knew her! But what fool he would be to ask the name of 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. md 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 dinner to meet My cousin, Mis- Balnbridge of Toronto"
 When he stood before his hostess that night his face was white and his voice hoarse with emotion.
 Edith, Mir. Carman; Miss Bain- bridge, Mir. Carman." The words were spoken and Carman turned to meet her. Alas this Edith Vas not his Edith, but only an elderly Scotch spinster. Carman never knew how he ! lived through that evening.
 The winter drew to close, and Car | man was growing hopeless. Should he ! start out in quest of her, he asked ! himself? But what hopeless quest! |
 It was Friday and Carman was on his way to an afternoon reception. No | hope of finding her led him there, but f one of his girl friends had asked him | to help her to entertain her guests. | He waited for moment in the ante | chamber, 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."
 "fes, l have. You can call 1t silly if you like, but of all the snapshots that took, from Denver to New York. his was the only oRe that came out. Of course, there was fate in that. Could anyone doubt it2 It's in this very locket now, and I'll wear 1t until meet him. I know I will some time, I'm absolutely pnSitIva of thot"