The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1918-02-09
THE SNAPSHOT
BY ssroIsoe S. zARlcK.
Copyright, 1917. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndieate)

per Syndieate.)
The west.bound express was side
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
agara Falls 10 Ancona. From the back
platform, from the steps OF his own
car, and from the observation smoker,
he had "shot" the flying landscape.
At Ancona he was standing on the
last platform of the side-tracked train.
and had jotted down his Photographic
memoranda of snow-crowned Catskill
mountains.
A shrill whistle, an oncomlng roar,
and the express Numbered past on the
main track. As II slowed up at the
station Carman's train moved on, but
not before he had indelibly fixed on
the film of his kodak glimpse of the
back platform of the passing train.
He raised his head and saw, vaguely,
girl bending over kodak focused,
apparently, on him, but before she
locked 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, n beautiful young girl looked
straight from the film into Carman's /
eyes.
by Jovet" he exclaimed, "what a
beauty! She must be the Ancona
girl"
The Ancona girl she was and the
Ancona girl she remained for days. F.,
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
rs mistress of his heart and posses.
slons. Then, one evening, she was
and 1t was in this way:
Jack Brennon ran up to Carman's
.oor,,S RI communicate soma hif nf
personal information; wandering idly
lbout the room, he saw the photo
.raph, picked it up, glanced at 1t care
essly. then put 1t down. Good photo.
,raph," he said; amateur, of coutse.
Iidn't know you knew Edith so well,
'hes jolly girl, isn't she?"
"N-no-y-yes," stammered Carman
,dith and there was man who knew ,
er But what fool he would be to
SIX the name of a girl whose photo F.;
raph was enshrined in the privacy of I
is dressing table In moment more F.,
'rennon was gone.
BY this time Edith's Photographic {
resentment filed Bruce Carman's life, '
nd the entire world was merely 7
ense veil hiding her from him. He I
ent TO every dance and dinner, he
ven haunted teas, hoping that he 7
light find her. Once he was invited +
, a dinner to meet my cousin, Miss +
of Toronto" h
When he stood before his hostess n
lat night his face was white and his s
)lce hoarse with emotion. T
Edith, Mr.. Carman: Miss Balm G
'idge, Mr. Carman." The words were II
,oken and Carman turned TO meet
pr. Alasl this Edith was not his n
dith. but only an elderly Scotch I
mister. Carman never knew how he G
we'd through that evening. D
The winter drew to a close and Car Il