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M.E CH.
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Ji Romance o f ,, for ''ed Life
•
• (Continued frond last week)
"Trout,;' ]began Batrkia --and
stopped thou! 'h she had aeeoeted
a stranger by Imliatake. •
• "Teo,niadarmi?"- There was inva-
d Kele.•in-the malet'l,v.nce:
(Still Patricia hesitated.. "Yiou :were .going to . ask, madam?'
She plunged in headlong, "Prout
Who is that girl?"
"Tihat, madam, is Miss Cochrane's
phbtagraph,"-the eld man spoke
slowly-
"and, if I may be allowed -ea
• so, madam, it's a great pity Mier-
ter
ie
ter Francis ever met her."
"Why?" Patricia hated herself
for asking the question': it meant the
breaking down of barriers, made her
the old Mart's aceomlplice. But Prout
seemed to take no flake; his voice
lost' no accent le respect.
"`Because, Madam, if it hadn't been
for Mass (Cochrane, he might have
had a chance. '• What chance has he
get now?" The resipeetful voiee rose.
"No chance, madam."
'Mere fell a silence between these
two: rules of conduct, "honoured since
birth, kept both tongue tied. ' Pa-
tricia looked at her tea -cup, but made
no attempt to • drink fi"otne it: the val-
et stood stodk still, as though await-
ing an order. In the .game of etiqu-
ette it was the woman's!tntove.
"Tell me more about her," said
Patricia at • last.
Etiquette went by the board; the
valet turned suddenly' man, an old
man who spoke liro'lcen-teartedly a-
bout a boy he loved.
"'`Mrs. Jackson, she was the wom-
an. for him'. I knew it the moment
they met. We -were on aboard , a
steamer, travelling from. the Argen-
tine to the West Indies. And I
thought, I thought . . ."
"`Yes, 'Prout. You thought-?"
"I thought she was .going to make
him happy . Look .at him now,
Mrs. Jackson. A broken man! Look
at his life. Is it life? It isn't- life,
Mrs. Jackson. It's just death. And
all" -he shook his hand at the photo-
graph on the writing -table' -"all 'be
cause of one wretched woman who
isn't fit to polish his `pots. I polish
his boots, (Mrs. Jaiokson; I run his
house for 'him; I do my best to make
him happy. I'd work my fingers to
the bone for him. Why? Not for
the few shillings a week he gives me
-tI hav'en't been in service forty
years for; nothing, Mrs. Jackson -but
because . . . because I'm fond
of him. Is she fond of him? Would
she let,him eat o•ut'his heart for her
if she was fond of him? Why does-
n't she marry him now? Write, Threewrite, write! Three years she's been
m:
writing to .hi. And every time one
of her letters conies, it makes him
worse. Why doesn't she stop writ-
ing to him? If she doesn't want him,
why can't she leave ,him alone? Why
can't she leave him alone, Mit. Jack-
son?" man an stopped speaking: the
valet went on. "Many's the time I've
thought of Nceriting to her Myself,
madam. But I've served the Gor-
dens-,father and Son -for over twen-
ty years. And I know my place,
madame."
"`And what would you have said
in your letter, Prout?" Patricia ask-
ed the question almost automatically.
"I should have told Miss Cochrane
the truth, madam." The door closed
silently. Patricia found herself a-
lone,
A m'dmlent, she hesitated. The whole
business seemed suddenly fantastic
out of its century Men no longer
died for love of one woman. Francis
would get over this infatuation, re-
cover his vitality, his joy of life. ,She
could not do this thing. She, like
.Prout, 'knew her place.'Then, for the mood of matehood
was still strong in her, 'Patricia rose
slowly front her chair; walked to-
wards the desk. Again, she picked
up the photograph, gazed into the
eyes of it. The eyes seemed to ask
a question, a matehood question.
Tell me, the eyes seemed to say, tell
me. •I too, can give .
harm harcan it do? thought
Patricia. Her free hand, resting on
a mass of papers, encountered some-
thing hard, s'ornething hard and flat.
She put'down the 'photograph, turned
over the papers . The Brown-
ing pistol lay at full cock, blue black
on the black wood of the desk: and
she knew instinctively that Francis,
disturbed at Peter's entrance, must
have turned the papers to hide it.
.Nui'v, Patricia hesitated no longer.
pen, the pen she had given him,
was lying one). little lacquer pen -tray
-her gift, too, She picked it out,
unscrewed the mechanism; sat down
to the desk; drew a sheet of paper
from its rack; and'wrote, wrote for
the life of a man.
II -ler quick movements shook the
desk -top till the pistol beside her
quivered. It quivered 'to her hand as
she wrote. She could not keep her
eyes away from the pistol.
Francis has probably told you a-
bout me. I am his cousin's wife-his
• Peter's wife. He does not
know I am writing to you -he has
never told me or anyone about you.
I am writing this in his house -he is
not here. I don't quite know what to
say to you. I can only tell you that
he needs you very desperately. If
you love him you ought to come to
him. I don't know if you love him or
if you can come to him, -but 1 do
know that it is a question of life or
death for Francis. . .
She signed her name and address
legibly at foot of the letter; rose with
it in her hand; walked to the fire-
place; dried the single sheet at the
flame. Again, the whole affair seem-
ed fantastic. She wanted to throw
the letter on the fire; till, leaking ov-
er her shoulder, she saw the pistol,
black and menacing on the de's'k -top.
(She rang the bell; walked back to
the writing -desk; found an envelope;
folded the sheet; sealed it t p'.
"Yon rang .for me, medal*" said
Prout; appearing silently in the door-
way.
1' "I reueee lbe going now."' She hand-
ed pini the closed envelope. "You
knew..!Mise _Ooc'hrarids address, • I
suppose T"
"Yes, madam'" -obviously the val-
et wanted to thank hereto ask ques-
tions. !Hie began to stammer some-
thing; but Patricia cut him short.
'°HaiVe it registered, please; and
Prout"-her eye/flickered towards
the pistol on the writing desk -9
thought, you said you were fond of
him;!"
.:Slhe was out 'of the room and down
the stairs 'before the old man could
answer. He heard w' the rattle of her
stick, the clang of front door dos-
ing, as he stood by the window, pis-
tol grasped gingerly in one• hand, un-
addressed letter in••the other. 'I ought
to have seen her out,' thought the
valet. "I ought to have seen her
out.'
§ 3
Twice, as she climbed the meadow
path, Patricia wanted to turn back.
She had behaved like a lunatic. She
had done two unpardonatble things:
gossiped with a servant, interfered
between a man and a woman. The
must letter not be. sent -the letter
miust be destroyed. But Patricia did
not turn 'back. . .
• iAntlong the haystacks in the field
behind his cow -yard', old man Teb-
bits wag -feeding hie chickens. Pa-
tricia heard his quaint treble: '"Come
birds-c'onve birds -come birds"; came
upon him suddenly' as she rounded the
first rick., He plucked cap from head,
said:
"Good evening, missis."
"Good evening, Mr, Tebbits." She
could see that old man Tebbits was
ripe for a 'gos•sip." He began to talk
as he scattered the corn, and she
stood listening tq '.him for a full five
minutes. "Toppings was up again -
and bad. He never remembered them
so bad. And the bran. You coudn't
really call it bran. That gilt of
hers would make a fine sow. Store -
pigs didn't pay like they used to.
Ten -weeks pigs didn't pay so' bad. He
always killed'`'brokes.' 'Brokes' was
no good."
Patricia had not yet learned the
meaning of a •'broke': hut she found
Tebbit"' gossip comforting. Here, at
least, was somebody normal, some-
body of the' old, kindly world, the
world that had gone to smash in
August, 1914.
Reluctantly, she made her excuses,
bade him good night; picked her way
through the cow -yard, out on to the
road: reluctantly, she swung the gate
of Sunflowers, passed to her home.
It was nearly five o'clock, dusk
deepening to darkness. In the pad-
dock she could see Fry's burly figure
locking up the chicken houses. But
no lamp yet glowed from the hall
windows. Perhaps Francis and Pet-
er had gone upstairs to the children.
,She turned the knob of the front-
dbor, heard Francis' lvoice through
the velvet curtains. "Well," anyway,
it's a gentleman's death." She el.-
tered quietly, stood still for a morn,,
ent. Peter's voile answered: "Oh, of
course, a man's got a right to kill
himself if he wants to. No one ask-
ed us into this rotten world."
Patricia slipped out again, closing
the door gently behind her; walked
round to the back off the 'house. Fry
was just locking the stable -door. She
called out, "Good night, Fry." He
answered surlily, `"Good night, mum."
In the red -tiled kitchen, Fanny = a
fat, slovenly, fair-haired girl - was
preparing tea. Both lamps were lit;
the kitchen glowed hospitably. Pa-
tricia scraped her boots; strode in.
"Have the children- had their tea,
Fanny?"
"Yes, num. Elizabeth's upstairs mum."
them now, um."
"Why isn't the lamp in the hall
lit?"
"I'm .sorry, mum.. I forgot it,
mum."'
"Go and light it, please."
The girl -rattled a box of matches
in her apron pocket; went out. Pa-
tricia leaned her stick against the
wall; drew off her gauntlets; rear-
ranged the tea-tray. •Through the
door, whic'h.Fanny had'left open. she
heard Peter's. "Mrs. Jackson not
came in yet, Fanny?" and the girl's
answer, "Yes. She's just come in."
The two cousins were sitting in
armchairs by the fireplace. They
rose as Patricia entered. Francis
said, "Good evening, Pat"; Peter,
"Hallo, old thing.'
"Why didn't you ask for the lamp,"
asked Patricia.
"Forgot all about it," said Peter.
"And the room smells like a public
house."
eYou always say that, Pat." Fran-
cis plopped back into his chair. "It's
Peter's fault, not mine. He ought to
give up cigars now he's out of the
,business. Besides, he'll ruin his
lungs. . . ."
Patricia saw Peter wince; turned
away to draw the brown window -cur-
tains. 'Fanny clattered in with the.
tea-tray; put it down on a stool by
the fireplace.
"'Where are you going to sit, Pat?"
Peter was still en his feet, back to
the fire.
"In your chair, I think," she smil-
ed at him. He walked, gingerly
round the tea tray; drew himself up a
third chair. She poured out; handed
them their cups, plates, cakes and
bread and bvttere Talk languished.
"What have you two been discussing
all the afternoon?" she asked.
"`Suicide," gtriened Francis, "nice
cheery topic!" and be went on, Pet-
er approving, to elaborate his the-
ory.
"Suicide's the last act of a cow-
ard'," decided Patricia.
"Or an altruist," interrupted Fran-
cis.
"Wat the _ deuce is an altruist?"
ck; hter`=.wa ` o a v
I 1iheeL
nctiverly�, ')le regal ed enr
waixinth of lead
'Place among t hoe jel d als, of fee
watt,, 'Isom% he walked o'night
Put. elle woOdi 'net let In sqr +He
a'tinils..olung to fain"' ' her 1'i is �e pier
ed bife face; her (body Snuggled,. Ile
gainst lhiiin,
"Peter,►" ---she Was; whispering .;at
hip ear., -•f nalte love to Me. '114149*
lave bo me 'to -night, I can't hear
you o away rom _me an* more
. XouPre being cruel to ine,.'Pet-
er . x can't go on doing :'wjth
Mit you, 1 -just can't . Despise
'me, • you like: -(but. dent- reject fine:,
1
want you so . . . 1 want you,
Peter. I want you as you used to
want :me. • You used to want me once,
Peter" . He lay in her arms,
rigid, speechless' , "Peter, you
Must love me to-n'lght. 1 can't be
alone any more. Oh, boy', bey' -the
endearmentold endearment quivered at her lips
-PI want you so much. I can't be 'm
alone eny ore, boy. Are you afraid
to 'ores me?"
He sprang from the sofa with a
great shrill 'cryo "Afraid! Yes, I
am afraid. 'God forgive •mle for be-
ing a coward. I am afraid."
)She dragged him down to her.
"Yon mustn't" be afraid of me, 'boy.
I love you. ' Do you understand? I'm
your wife, your slave, your mis-
tress . . ."
He wrenched himself free; stood up
to his full height. She saw him
through a sheen of tears, towering
above her. His voice carried down to
her through iniimense distances:
"You mustn't touch me, Pat? You
mustn't degrade yourself by ,. touch-
ing me. I am unclean, a leper in
the sight of men. The soul inside me
has :putrefied. Putrefied! You don't
know what that means. I don't want
you to know what that means. It
stinks. 1VIy soul inside me stinks.: My
brain is full of filthy pictures. They
haunt nee. And I am afraid . ."
iShe, too, was afeaid; but love in
her east out fear. Brown• eyes. kind-.
ling,:she rose to him; twined her arms
about him; locked hands behind. his
neck; clung to him wit. all her body.
v ' d him on the
s lips evaded her. The
istled through his lips. His
ounded against her breasts as
ed him back to the sofa -
r handsunlocked from his neck.
r hands fondled him. Lower and.
lower she sank against him, close
and closer, She could feel all his
body quiver to her. He shook under
her hands as a ship shakes when she
heaves propeller free. .
"What are' you frightened of, boy?
Tell me what you're frightened of.
you•" wife, boy. I won't hur;
you." .
Suddenly, she felt his arms round
her, his lips at her ear. Clinging to
her, straining her to him., he spoke;
fiereely, as men speak in fight:
"You mustn't love a coward, "Pat.
God knows I want you. Goddknows I
mustn't take you , am a
coward. Do you know what t h at
means? . . I'll tell you . . .
Everything frightens mei . I
am afraid to go out alone` .^••`
am afraid for the children, fo
for myself . I am, afrai
life . . . I am afraid to go/ on
living . . . And 1 haven't got
the pluck to kill myself '. Dear
Christ, I haven't even got the pluck
to kill myself . . ."
Clinging to her, straining her to
him, he•began to cry' -cruel, dry sobs,
deep down' in the throat. She could
not move: she could not see him. Her
breasts were two burning torments:
her body burned as with fire.
""Peter!" -would •he' hear her? Oh
Gad! would be hear her? -,'"'I don't
care if you're a coward. .I don't care
about anything. Only make love to
me. Make love to me, boy . . ."
§ i5
All that night, he lay in her arms;
sleepless. All that night she lay
listening to him, listening to the hor-
rors in his brain, In the darkness,
he told her of dark things, things
hidden from sheltered women. For
he had walked many nights. with
Fear, nope aiding; till Fear had bit-
ten deep into his soul.
All that night she lay listening to
these things; unafraid, glorying that
he should tell her of them, pitying
him, loving him, persuading.him.
But when at last, promise given,
he fell asleep on her breast -when at
last dawn peeped at her through the
chinks of the window curtains' -Fear
came to Patricia, and with Fear,
fear's kinswoman, Self-reproach.
Would he hate her when he woke?
Would he retract the promise given?
Had. she robbed him of honour, lost
him his lonely battle for self-respect?
Had her thoughts been all of hien ?
Had she'given herself all selfishly?
Self-reproach whispered to her in
the dawning: "Delilah! Delilah!
Delilah!"
asked Peter: • t Ice f
• "Au altruist"--Leatricia rose from
the tea table -Pia .a woman wholeaves, a 'nice eomiiforbalble fire to see
that Elizabeth' doesn't. drown Evelyn
-and 1?rimula in their baths."
iBut she went upstairs' heavy-heart-
ed; foundno joy In the laughter Of
her children; in their bath games,
their quaint prayers, their snuggling
'good 'nights.'
§ 4
Francis stayed for dinner; stayed
endlessly. After coffee, he and Pet-
er drew sofa to the fireplace in the
hall; -began to discuss the war. Pa-
tricia, Waking pretence of reading
the newspapers, watched them cov-
ertly from her armchair.
Both the cousins were in . day -
clothes: Peter still wore breeches and
gaiters, his rough homespun shoot-
ing coat; Francis, a loose gray -green
suit of 'Lovat .tweed. Her own black
evening dress, high -throated, lawn at
wrist, seemed to isolate her from
their bodies, as thought isolated her
front their con'vers'ation.
They talked quietly, but with the
bitter unreasoned conviction of the
fighting man. Patricia could never
accustom) .herself to that bitterness.
In their eyes, only the lighting man
existed: they could not see the non-
combatant. To thetmi non-combatants
were-' traitors, shirkers, 'conchies,'
self -advertisers, money -grubbers: al-
ways ready to betray the fighting -
man, to cheat him. and rob him, to
preach to him and leave him in the
lurch afterwards.
"Patriotism!!" sneered Peter. "Why,
the 'Huns are ten times more patriotic
than we are. There aren't any con
scientious objectors in Germany."
Francis .sneered shack, "Nevin reind
old boy. `We shall never seethe the
sword' till every inanition worker has
got his own motor car,"
"Don't you believe it, Francis. Our
blinking politicians would shea
the sword to -morrow if they sa the
chance. Take it from me, they'll do
us 'n the eye before it's over."
Patricia flung down her newspaper.
"You're perfectly impossible, both of
you. Can't you see anything good in
England? Isn't everybody working?
"Isn't everybody getting paid for
it?" -.Peter's eyes darkled. "Who's
paid worst? The front-line infan-
trymen, of course. That's war all
over. The more dangerous the job,
the less the pay. And if it wasn't,
for the infantryman, you'd have had
the Hun's in England. . .
"No, we shouldn't," interrupted
Francis. "The Navy's still at sea,
isn't it?"
"It is," crowed Pester. "And that's
the worst paid s-ervice of the lot."
She picked up her paper. It' was
useless to argue with them: they
must talk themselves' out. And a-
gain the thought of madness over-
whelmed Patricia. The whole scene
-the two lounging men, the cosy
lamp -lit roonv-ebecame unreal. She
was in a lunatic asylum. Peter and
Francis were both dead: their minds,
the minds she had 'once known so
well, existed no longer: two ghosts,
two utter strangers, occupied those
bodies. Two mad ghosts of ,minds
she had known.
The hallucination passed. She felt
mentality strengthen in her, felt res-
olution rise triumphant over weak-
ness. These were not lunatics, but
two sufferers, two sick men, And
she, Patricia, would cure them both.
To cure, to heal -these were the
functions of her wom'an•hoad.
At last Francis said good night ;
lit his final cigarette; limped towards
the door, Patricia helped him on
with his coat; found him his 'torch;
watched it dancing over the gravel
towards the gate. "Take care of
yourself," she called after him: and
thought of Prout, waiting up in that
lonely iottage. She could trust Prout
-but for how lbng? And the girl
in• America? What would 'that'
girl do? 'If I were she,' thought
Patricia, '`nothing on earth -Would
keep me from him.' . Thought
expired: she turned back to her hus-
band. .
Peter had not moved from the sofa.
I•Ie sat hunched up, peering into the
fire. His face showed thin and drawn
in the flame -light. A great throb of
pity for him suffused her: she want-
ed to fling herself at his feet, to ask
his pardon. 'Mad? Her Peter mad?
Howhad she dared so much as think
it of him,! He was only ill, ill and
sad and broken. His life; his hopes,
his health -everything he valued in
the world --.had gone to smash. He
had flung them down, a free gift, in
the temple of honour. • And now, now
he had no mlore to give. He was
spent in honour, exhausted of giv-
ing. But she -she to wh'arn he had
given, all his life, ungrudgingly -she
the acceptor of his gifts -she was not
spent; her giving had not yet begun,
the fountain of it gushed in her veins
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PART XXXIII
THE LIFTING OF SHADOWS
• § 1
It is no use pretending that Patric-
ia was not ashamed of herself. She
was -desperately so. She felt she
had been guilty of immodesty, that
she had forfeited her husband's re-
spect. Even when she realized that
Peter's damaged memory retained
few details of their night except his
promise to consult her father about
his 'nerves,' shame haunted her. Con-
stantly, she expected hint to remem-
ber, to judge, to condemn . . . Yet
actually, she had saved hint.
For Peter's `case' was, in the terns
of psycho -pathology (which is the
science of soul -illnesses), one of 're-
pressed complexes';' in simpler lang-
uage, of bottling -up his emotions. At
their very first interview, Heron Bay -
net put The matter quite clearly. Her-
on Baynet said:
"You have been twice wounded.
One wound is in your arm; the other
in. your mind. The flesh wound, you
let us cure: you understood that it
needed antiseptics, drainage, •band-
ages,, rest. The wound in your .mind,
you coneealed from us: and it has
festered. Now tell ere what you are
most afraid of?"
"Consumption," admitted Peter.
°Who?'
"I don't know. I'm afraid t've got
it"
"Tab put eihat idea into Your
nth�;;fit
'going' oaf 'a
frail' nto%se.
a
t vlt do y'ou lit w?"
wo?n'.. er ngly.
'NO dear 30y, liiotw 'de'yrou
thins? Br, learning ' e
you? were trained "ins b
you 'were trained in aoldierin;
studied them, Well; , I've:stnii�d
• ''"But damn it," said deter, ""• enc
oughtn't to be afraid of anything. At
least, one ougrhtnr'•t to adniiit it?"
Ou'ghtin'b" the doctor slnilled
"There's no `oughtn't' in the, Wild.
nd.
`Oughtn't° is half your trouble. '1You
have corked up all these fears with
your 'oughtn'ts' till they've become
obsessional"
"Well, anyway, ]'m a coward," said
Peter stubbornly. "You can't get
over that, however much you argue
about it."
"Of course you are," countered his
father-in-law blandly, "of course you
are a coward. So are nine hundred
and ninety-nine men out of every
thousand, Otherwise you wouldn't
have tried to control this wound in
your mind. You were afraid to tell
anybody about it, weren't you?"
"I suppose I was."
"Wlhy?
"Cowardice,
„
Cardice, I suppose. According
to your theory."
"Exadtly. Don't you' see, Peter,
that cowardice and bravery are ri-
diculous terms?''
"No, 1 don't," snapped .. Peter; "a
man either does his job, or he,funks
it. If he funks it, he's a coward"
i"You mean, if he funks it and
doesn't do it. .Supiposing he funks it
and does Wail the same?"
"Then," admitted Peter, "he's not
a coward" • .Y
"Gdod. Now let me tell you somme-
thing. That power which drives the
man to do a thing he funks, is not
bravery, 'but the will -to -be -brave.
Your will.4o_Ibe4bi•ave is damaged;
you've overstrained it. If you go qn
overstraining it' you'll lose it alto-
gether. Give it a rest. Do you un-
derstand me? Give it a rest. All
these repressions you've been so
proud of -don't'• interrupt, you have
been proud of them,., subconsciously
proud -all these repressions are hin-
dering your recovery. You've bound
the wound up tight instead of allow-
ing it to ,dram. You've been sitting
on your • mental safety valves. If
you want to jump when you hear a
noise, for goodness' sake jump. It's
much bettt. or you than the effort
to control yourself. If you're afraid
of open spates avoid 'env --don't gc
through them with a loaded gun and
pretend you're trying to shoot rab-
bits . . ."
Peter blushed scarlet; and the les-
son went oe. One by one, Heron
Baynet detailed the Fears - Fear 'of
Open Spaces, fear of closed spaces,
fear of tenle, fear of money, fear of
pain and fear of death. To his lis-
tening son-in-law, the catalogue seem-
ed inexhaustible.
"Is everybody afraid of some -
Y' ,-iireavtov, r;r(
the first time
to think,
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iMenset
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2.30
3.00
3.18
3.31
3.43
9.44
9.57
10.11
10.37
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5.55
6.04
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cleSNAPSIIOT LUIL
STUDY YOUR COMPOSITION
It is quite obvious that pictures
of groups of people, or animals,
such as the horses shown above,
should be takenwith the camera
in a horizontal position, while
arches, high waterfalls, etc.,
should be vertical
NEWSPAPER
cameramen are
sometimes sharply criticized by
those wbp consider photography as
an art, for various faults in compo-
sition, lighting, shadows, etc. These
critics may be right but they do not
stop to consider that the news
cameraman must take his picture
when he can get it and often on the
run. It's the picture of an individual
or action he is after and heaven
help him if he returns to his city
editor and says, "Sorry chief, but
I didn't get that picture of the mayor
being slugged. The sun was in the
wrong position, the shadows ter-
rible and the mayor was in an atro-
cious pose when he was struck".
Ooh! - Shudder to think of what
would happen to that cameraman!
There is one point, however, we
can all' learn from the news camera-
man and profit by it in taking more
interesting pictures. It is this. In-
clude only the principal subject in
a picture. In other words, if you are
taking a picture. of an individual or
a group, focus the l'ns on the prin-
cipal subject and forget about the
sharpness of the background or the
surrounding scenery, building, or
whatever it may be, unless the back-
ground is of some importance and is
part of the story.
If you are taking a landscape pic-
ture determine before you "shoot
the most attractive view and concen-
trate your focusing on that spot.
Two pictures showing two well corn -
'posed and attractive Scenes are
worth 'many snapshots with inns
merable points of possible interest.
Then there is the shape of the pie-
tare to consider. Plitt of; all this Is
controlled by the way the eamert io
h'etd- v'ei'tically or horizontally.
1 A high waterfall for instance';lor a
single figure'standing in a high door-
theobviously should be taken with
the camera in a vertical position,
while, on the other hand, a land-
scape, a herd of cattle or a scattered -
group of people should be snapped
with the camera held horizontally.
Although the right camera posi-
tion has.)een chosen, trimming may
be advisable to cut out unattractive
or unnecessary details which were
not noticed in the finder when the
picture was taken. This can be done
by masking the film when ft is
printed to eliminate too much sky
or objects at either side of the pici'
ture that may distract the attention
from the view you had in mind at
the time you took the picture, Oc-
casionally,
e-casionally, it is advisable to trim
away the background altogether and
mount the principal subject as a
cut-out on the album page.
Ovals, circles and panels are
shapes Which suit various types Of
subjects, circles making attractive
frames for portraits. The,size of the
circle and its position with regard
to the head must be left to individu-
al taste, but where the.he'ad is not
shown in ft:.' ?not '•leu, more space
should be left on the side toward
which the face i&, turned..
Trimming will often enable a
drastic change to be made• in the
composition of a picture. Trimming
the print at top and bottom to make
a. long, narrow, horizontal panel is
often very .effective, If youl ale net
quite satisfied with Year 4rtt1t age
tone pieces of puler • as a ina'hit aftd ,'
you will read .y See it tilii'1'niiti:'
will make a great -hnpro'itemeitta
Try it.