Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1918-03-06

eaSt-bound train. Bruce tarman,
kodak enthusiast In the first stages OF
the disease, had photographed every
attractive view from Albany and Nj
agara Falls TO Ancona. From the back
platform, from the steps OF his own
car, and from the observation smoker.
he had "shot' the flying landscape.
Al Anccna he was standing on the
last platform of the side-tracked train.
and had jotted down his Photographic
memoranda of snow-crowned Catskili
mountains.
A shrill whistle. an oncoming roar.
and the express Numbered past on the
main track. As IL slowed up at the
station Carman's 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.
He raised his he'd and saw, vaguely,
a girl bending over 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. ard one OF his first acts
was to develop his views. With the
luck of the ordinary amateur, a few
of them were good. but most of them
were bad. Only one view. was sharp
and clear. Framed by the doorway OF
a sleeper. beautiful young girl looked
straight from the film Into Carman's
eyes
"By JoveI" he exclaimed, what
beauty' She must be the Ancona
girl"
The Aneona 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 Carman's
heart. At last he eslarged 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 heart and posses
sions. Then, one evening. she was
christened. and It was In this way:
Jack Brennou ran up TO CarmnE'2
rooms to communicate some bit OF
personal information; wandering idly
about the room, he saw the photo
graph. picked 1t up. glanced at II care
lessly. then put 1t down. Good photo
graph he said; amateur, OF course. !
didn't know you knew Edith so well.
She's q jolly girl. isn't sheT"
'N-no-y-yes, stammered Carman.
Edith and there was a man who knew
her! But what a fool he would be 10
ask the name OF girl whose photo
graph was enshriiTed In the privacy of
his dressing tablet In a moment more
Brennen was gone
BY this time EGith's Photographic
presensment filed Bruce Carman's life,
and tie entire world was merely a
dense veil hiding her from him. He
went to every dance and dinner, he
even haunted teas, hoping that be
might find her. Once he was invited
to a dinner TO meet my cousin, Miss
Bainbridge of Toronto"
When he stood before his hostess
that night his face was white and his
voice hoarse with emotion
Edith, Mr.. Chrman; Miss Balm
bridge. Mr.. Carrnan." The words were
spoken and Carman turned to meet
her. Alasl this Edith was not his
Edith. but only an elderly Scotch
spinster. Carmsn never knew how he
lived through that evening.
The winter drew to close. and Car
manawas growing hopeless. Should he
start out In guest OF her, he asked
himself? But what hopeless questl
It was Friday, and Carman Vras on
his way to an afternoon reception. No
hope of finding her led him there, but
ona of his girl friends had asked him,
to help her 10 entertain her guests
Hs waited for moment in the ante
chamber, realizing from the voices
that only girls were In the adjoining
room. Them he heard nnme that
made his heart stand still.
Don't tell me. Edith Brsnnon. that
you have worn his picture ever since"
AN1s hAAHt@ AV0 Nlh es<-N - ~fNf
II you like. but OF all the snapshots
that took. from Denver % New York,
his was tAe only one that came out.
OF course, there was q fate in that.
Could anyone doubt It? It's In this
very loclset now, and I'll wear 1t until
I meet him. 1 know L will some time.
I'm absolutely positive of that"
"oh.. how do you do, Mr.. Carnani
/ didn't hear you come in" exclaimed
the hostess. 'It's awfully good of you
to come SO early. You know every one
here. don't you? Oh, no--Miss Bren-
non. 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 thousand
times, haven't your"
The words flowed on in melodious
murmur. Carman heard none Of them.