The mirror., 1923-09-13

"Yes," answered Peter. "But we are
playing out of luck this summer. If
real first class monster offered to sit for me
this minute and / sent his picture to the
judges, we wouldn't win the prize "Yes,"
we have no luck'' is our slogan this year.
"No use Phil, give it up. don't like to
hang crepe, but it's "home sweet home"
for us this summer, and wishing for prizes
and hoping for miracles to happen, only
makes it harder to bear. So cheer up and
forget it as l intend to do"
"Guess your right, old scout. I'll try.
"Well," with yawn as he reached for
his hat, might as we'll run along. See
you later"
As he opened the studio door to the
street he turned,-
'But if any thing should turn up"
- Forget it, I say" shouted Peter, and
Phillip returned a mournful smile and
closed the door.
After Phillips departure, Peter picked
up the journal and contemplated the page
announcing t1be prize contest. Idly he
permitted hiS thoughts to travel in retro
spect, and he recalled the thrills he had
experienced, when, years ago, he had read
Verne's, and Wells, and Broun's wonder
stories about other worlds and the marvel
Gus creatures that inhabited them.
Musing thus, he reclined in his chair
and fell fast asleep and dreamed glor-
ious fantasy in which he made a trip to
the planet Mars and met there face to
face tearsome creature,-a composite of
all terrible beasts. The creature had an
ungainly and barrel-shaped body; six or
eight legs; vulturous nav, and was ut
terly diabolical and ghastly looking.
Just as he was about to defend himself
from an assault by the monster, he was
awakened by melodious voice speaking
He distinguished the words, care you the
photographer? and hurriedly stumbled to
his feet, murmuring an apology.
He was being addressed by young
girl who now repeated the inquiry, accom-
panied by faint smile.
eyes," replied Peter, fully awake now,
eyes, Miss, am the photographer. What
may do for you?"
Unclasping hand bag she carried, the
girl produced an envelope which contained
an ancient and Scared tintype photograph
of young man in a Civil war uniform.
Obviously relic.
"This is picture of my grand father"
she Informed Peter.
"Can you" she hesitated, ,-"Can you,
oh you know,-can you make~other pic
lures from this tintype? A friend told me
it could be DONE"
eyes, certainly Miss, it can be copied
and reproduced, and can make you as
many prints or enlargements as you DESIRE"
"I'm so glad" answered the girl, "This
is the only picture we have. l wasn't
sure you could reproduce it. But you wont
injure the original when you make the
others?"
"Not at ALL" replied Peter. "Maybe you
would care to know how such reproducing,
or copying, as it is called, is done-the
process l mean?" Peter was invariably
obliging to customers and gladly explained
his art for their edifcation.
The young lady confessed her INTEREST,"
thus prompted, Peter began, "It's really
quite simple Miss. In order to reproduce
your tintype I must copy it first; that
means, must take picture of the tintype
picture "a photograph of photograph,
as it were. This is done with a special
camera and special lens" Peter omitted
technical terms and words for he knew
the girl would fail to understand them.
He went on,-"I use an extremely power
full artificial light when I copy, for this
gives the best results. After the negative
I obtain in copying, is developed and
dried, I can make any number of contact
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