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Graduate of Faculty of Medicine,
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•
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Chit. Phone 106.
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BY G. M. AT1ENE3OROUGH
(Continued from last week)
"How can he? After kisses Wove
matrleepe. If Rioy ceind give, me "
marriage as Wonderful as hiS kisses
aeoh Mr. Twig thesn 1 could hardly
wait to marry him. But how could
I live, as he does, just dropping down
ltke a•ibutterfly in one hotel after an-
other, and buying curiae merely for
the sake ,of spending Hs Money? And
in his heart he thinks his life is real-
ly beautiful -that there is nothing
the matter with it art aa OI Me.
Twig, nb young -!frattn ehoiuld lave a
father, should he? When I 'fhb& of
how Reor's father has ruined hine7-
Saniela qualified he sweat's++. of her
*aught with a dancing smile - "I
could nearly wish that a cartilea,d of
bite devils carried hint to, hell. Roy's
fa.thee spoilt Roy for me,"
'Ma % Twig put his. own hand under
&angles two palms. "Yes, little one,
ins:those handle are les chases futures
bet it is a futdre which I, at least,
carinat read. But I see very :well that
you ,cannot !marry Roy, that those
kisses leadnowhere. You must tell
him so at tine. In love, little me,
there can be no halfway house. Do
Mit even try to build lit" •
In her bedroom, an Maur ' late
SamelaoWeete her little nortie .to Ro
to ask Man to meet hereLehe Iaid hre
pencil dlown and cetwidered. Whe
should she tray? It attest be in tfh
.daylightO-au plein joun-since sh,
would meed all the extraneous assns
mace the could get, and she had
lance:lee (to steal back tice*Me. Twi
lb ask hriim if Ite.4-thi'cl not think -
good God was reaily•in" a cynecal moo
when Hie 'made he mean and star
"Ilativet they got people dePwn?" sh
said aloud to the shadows. "The fu
nincn was too Much even for .
Puritans, and so they pulled ehei
!Binds dawn, and stayed indolors." Ye
he Must just run. along Mid tell Mr
Twig that if any funk could be for
irea it wsthe funk why funked
he moon. Lead us net into tempta
Lon wart a full -moon prayer. But Mr
wig was 'asleep, and musbn',t b
wakened, even if •a thought came t
ter tender enough for the Gospel
of,
t. Jahn and whimsical entetigh fo
he man who conceited "Penguin Is
and." 'Then she remembered the
n her aglitation the had forgotten t
elp Mr. Twig. off with hie, fine bted
acket, and thee it ;would be dread
hull creased lin the morning. Well
hat must go, too. She returned to
er note, 111fir. Twig himself would
ver cure Samela of her habit'of
iiting thoughts break theough, even
rmontents of ;tensest emotion. How
neany times hadhe said Ito her: "Har -
• your• mind, little ‘on'e .harness
Really clever ,girls can
eve Pegasus in the paddeek."
"•Orily by . cutting his Whigs Off,"
he had retorted. "And mutilation
dreadful."
What time !sth
hould e say? Beery
our was beautiful at Aix, but pee-
ps the battery of three o'clock in
afteraoan com,paseed Least easily
turrender.
"Dear Ropy, WM- you be Sitting un-
er the weeping tree in the 'pier -th-
at cor rneof the Park at three
cloak? Sameht."
.They would be quite private theie,
he reflected, 'is', she stole downstairs
deep the Vete in the Messenger's
ox. There were horrid :people in
ngland who, when they saw a man
nd woman sitting together and ab-
ethed on a seat under a tree, went
nd sat ollo•wn'by them. Nobody did
at in France. When: she had been
tting in a. secluded cornier even With
1r. Twig, and a Frenchman had in-
dveritently approached, with what
peed when he had cried, "Pardon!"
• meted hie Oat, did he remove him -
If !
"It is very charming of the French
have reivete ideas about public
eta" said .Semela to O•erself as she
upped herr note into the box. Yes,
rider that weeping tree she and• Roy
ould be undlieturbe,d.
'She went back to her e.toenn, and,
ieping into her dressing gown, pre-
ened to spend 'half the nigfht on the
alcany. She meet think out care-
lly het hhoeghts. To "Werth harsh
Ings with gentleness was an art
hichneeded preparation. But very
on she gave up thetaek. She felt
re that at a given moment of crisis
eople never said the thing they had
epared. Set speech,ee-apart from
e platflortM-were for n'ovels, not
✓ life. She and Me. Twig used
metier:es to play what Sathela call -
the splendour game. "Wouldn't
be splendid if" -and then each
ve the widest rein possible to the
!agitation. Mr. Twig was not a
cry good player. "Wouldn't it be
Undid," he started off on his first
tempt, and ,S,armela weited, thrilliieg-
. But all he could think of. was, "If
wtenten were beautiful and alt men
ere good." "But that wouldn't do
he added, half to himself.
Beautiful woman, have never wanted
en to be (geed.'
("It wouldn't do at all," Samela 'hadrrected, 'because therte's wit in
Do play better than that. Mr.
igIti
"Well, little one, you have your
turn."
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at last clapped her hands. "Wouldn't
it be A:pilau:lid if I ,spoke to the King
-any King-orver the telephone, and
he solid, 4Whio are you?' and 1 re-
plied `Ah your Majesty, who 19 eny-
"Little ,Freitch wit!" Mir. Twig
called her, Mel had tried very hard to
play wp to her standard. To -night,
sitting on her balcony all througih the
shadowy darkness of the eternimer twi-
light, Samela played the genie over
and .over again throbbingly to her-
self. But few there was but one
move in it. "Wouldnot it be splendid,
she mid "oh Vrouldn't it be splendid
If Roy Were not tha rich mum man."
• Bey had been 'sitting der a long
*ne under the weeping tree when
.:.Samela, though sive, toe, had antiti-
pated. the hour, lifted the branches
end appreached sloWly, as though the
were v017 tired, the lbw seat.
"Hew 'white yOu axe, :Saimaa! You
are WO beautiful, but , your •beauty
has changed. I have Madre you un-
happy?"
• Se. nodded her head. "Unhappy
indeed!" she said. •
"But Same's, why? Why?"
"Because we can't love one an-
other," she answered, and her vloice
broke; ,
We cam -.we doLwe wfflL Samela
we. will make the one delicious mar-
riage tof the world. Always there
shall be
"A bright torch, and a casement ope
at night '
To let the warm lieVe
Ins voice ehook Samela with its ring-
ing Pass;on. Ah, Roy was a Roman-
tic too. He touched even the thoughts
of love with an enlarging lowliness. •
"When a wcman. marries, 'Boy, she
marries everything -What a map is,
what aman_has. I Could marry you,
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Ray, but I Couldn't marry anyth
but your -that •is my trouble. I ha
been thinking about it all night Ib
To riarry you is to marry, after y
yore fortune -what it is, where
came from. You see it was emirs
in, a time of terrible suffering.
yonr father had just made ordin
profits like Mr. Twig, and you
succeeded him fin his shipping ye.
well, I shbuld be acsrry you had
meele but there wouldn't be anrythi
• at all ,ta prick, the conscience ib it
neiney. But, Roy, it is comenon"kno
edge that much of yours is hund
per cent :money, more even than tha
Nothing could make me !believe in
rearing could melba me help you
pond it. Since I !have been n Fra
have, seen a war cernietery---io
ne. No, one can see a wall., must*
rd think and feel as they did befo
nuy saw it. At least I lhope th
an't. Thloseirdws of graves blind
ne. My slight has never been t
acne since, neddher has Mr. Twig's.
"If I'd been born four years Nit
, should tprobably be one of e ro
oo," said Roy.
"And then what would have ha
end to your .father's fortune
Sami3la, asked.
"I can't tell you. It would have 10
11 its savour for him. The thoug
hat he had started with very •litt
rid left me" -"Roy, the rich you
an," Samela interpolated softly
left me what he called his youn
Ling Croesus was, almost intolerab
appiness for him. When'the was d
g, he said: 'I've left you at
inning post, my boy,' and his ey
st shone with delight,"
There was a long silence. "In
inute," said Samela to herself,
ust get up and go away for ever
here was nothing else to be don
oy, at that moment, was not wit
erahe was M his knees at his f
er's death -bed, a father to who
path had little sting because he ha,
owned his son's life withthe riche
f Croesus. Howl could she say th
he would rather be lying under th
od with the shot men than living i
lendour from the money made b
eir necessities? Roy was at th
inning -post. She was of the wome
ho must travel along the road wit
e men they marry. She not onl
It passionately, but demanded ur
tly, that if the and her mate reac
the winning -post at all, half of th
oil must be due to her wit and e
gy. The only work Roy could giv
er would be the work of making o
pation-ani it was the only wor
✓ which her hands were not fitte
e only work for which she felt th
ofoundest distaste. Yet how sh
ved :Min! Next to Mr. Twig, no on
d understood her so well. Ho
ickly be had responded to the ma
age -game; how comprehendingly h
d understood her need for "vis
rs"-her urgency to dramatise th
enes and thoughts and emotions i
e lives of her literary "gods"; wit
hat almost uncanny perception h
d divined her vision, up the slope
Bourget, of the rich young man wh
as a Jew. Even more, how he love
1.1 For a moment she had the in
Ise to tempt him, to jump up and
iding his money, metaphorically, i
e hand, cry, "On one side -that
nd on the other -this." And • the
e would do what he had never don
fore -play consciously her beauty
✓ girl's allure. "Choose!"
She turned and looked at him. H
s still at his father's bedside,
ad father so potent and vital tha
en Samela felt him sitting betweer
em on the seat. Yes, to Roy, t6o
ve wasenot enough. At that mom
t Samela had the impression that
en if, on renunciation of his Inherit
ce, he could make money for him
If, he would be lees happy 'with
✓ and the constant insistence of hi
ther's supposed disapproval than 11
uld be without her and the though
at the was keeping his father's eye
ening by fulfilling - his arranged
stiny as a youhg, modern Croesus
any men and women hard loved an
sed and said adieu. • She and Roy
st be of the company. Marriage
tween them Was impossible, the
re and certain gate to a patbway
disaster. Yet between a man and
woman a Memory was a very his -
d thing, and with what a memory
Royelad enriched her- ! proffered
lova 'rases taken in high passion.
She must go -but she could nob go
yet, -She moved a little nearer. She
migt at least dislodge the father
just for an hour.
Roy moved too, and caught her
hand. "This merles/ rieents so per-
plexing to you, Sartiela just becauee
you thave never been Used to it.
There is nothing one gets need to se
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easily. jUntilel eriet yeu, 'bad hever
even given, ref money a thought.
Making it elicited my father's best
energies. I regard keeping it as a
tem*. No other conception of itis
possible to me."
"Yes, Roy, 1 see that: It woulcbe
wrong for you to give it up, and
wrong for me to share it. As I said,
you and I cannot love."
"Samela, you will find no one in
the world to support you in this:Uto-
pian view. Everybody, except asce-
tics whose livers have turned, black,
believes that money is the embellish-
ment of life. To deny that is to deny
the sheen the sun puts upon the flow-
er. Fathers will always want to make
fortunes for their sons, and under
whatever circumstances are open to
them. We are bound to respect the
general conditions and
we live, and one of the first of these
ideals is the abcumulating of ‘money
wherever it is possible without actual
dishonour. How can I, all by myself,
quarrel with the machinery set up by
civilization? You might as well ask
the Esquimaux to quarrel with his
climate, or even the most ardent Soc-
ialst to refute the law recognized by
Christ Himself, that the Poor we shall
have always with us."
"But not the riche Samela cri
"chI hope not always the rich."
"How else can there always be
poor?"
"I mean the excessive, conscience-
,
less rich," said Samela.
aLittle.one," said Roy, copying Mr.
Twig, "whet you think 'about money
Is just madi:left"
"We call a marrinade Samela quot-
ed softly, "who does not think as we
do -that is all. I do not think as you
do, Roy, andour difference of thought
makes an unbridgeable chasm be
tween us."
"Youmean you will not marry nae?"
His voice grew ,hed.
"No, Roy, I couldn't." She tried to
cover the refusal with a touch of her
old whimsicality: "Any more thin I
could marry the man who went to
sleep when the 'Ancient Mariner' was
being read."
"You convict me of insensitive-
ness?" •
"I convict you of nothing. But nei-
ther Roy, Must 1 be able to convict
myself."
-o whit?"
"Of taking out of lifefar, far more
than I can possibly put into it. Ev-
en at twenty-one I see very clearly
that it is the men- and women who
are doing that Who are making all
the trouble of the world."
"You thittk I make•troub?"'
"You present a .pee:dile:le EveY-
bodY" does Who doesn't work aad earn.
And it doesn't end there. • Sir Mat-
thew. both Worksand earns, but he
earns t000much; the idea that he can
put into life anything to the value of
ed,
thg
Expected At gitl svIkt,oeppPes
pgiuMple to Illarldagasa'allr'441111110
Matte*, is sufficiently t'arev
But a girl who oppereeris eapanciple tit
e rich marriage -.I InnOt go and 'ad*,
God ,fo e her on my lleffe.." "i 1
-'
"Mn. Twig, could you he well 'Ca-
ougli tteleOve Aix to-merroW?"
"Quite well enough, my Child."
Samela knelt down by the side of
his their and in a flash Mr.. Twig cov-
ered his ,knees with his .big silk hand"
kerchief.
• "There, little one, there, Just let
Rol:"
Sobs shook her, dry, bard sobs of
intense pain that had no relief in
them but were rather fuel to fire. 'Mr.
Twig, out out his, hand to stroke, with
his favourite gesture of affection, her
hair, but very quickly forbore. At this
tragedy of love shattered-riohtly or
wrongly, Mr. Twig himself was not
very sure 'whiche-he felt that any
gesture of comfort even he could
make would be considered in the na-
ture of a sacrilege.. Griefelike love,
demands its omnipotences. Instead
Mr. Twig murmured wistfully to him-
self, L'homme est un apprenti.- la
douleur est son- Maitre.
Very gently the door opened; there
were soft footsteps across the room.
Samela's. hard sobs were drowned in
a voice at once urgent and tender,
while a strong hand, that knew none
of Mr. Twig's compunction, was laid
upon her head -"Defend, Lord, this
.thy Child with thy heavenly grade
• that. sheiney continue thine for ev-
er; arid daily increase in thy Holy
Spirit more and more, until she come
unto thy everlasting kingdom."
CHAPTER XV
Mr. Twig had often told Samela that
It was impossible to be happy all ov-
er, that even. in an ecstasy of happi-
ness there was always some little
corner that had its pain, were it only
the pain of recognizing the transience
of the happiness. This bard condi-
tion had its reverse side, since Mr.
Twig also insisted that it was impos-
sible for anybody to be wholly. and
entirely miserable -there was always
some little corner that had its ease.
In later years Samela always remem-
bered, the days at Annecy, when her
Oeart was bleeding, and she was full
of• a most unwonted resentment a-
gainst Fate, as days whose blackness
was somehow splashed with sp6ts of
beautiful blue. It was all the genius
of Mr., Twig a with the loveliness, of
--etrutteof Annecy thrown in, the old,
southern, color stained town with
deep shadows in its arcaded streets;
that is both the turquoise and the
ruby in the jewelled, circlet of Savoy:
Canals lined by gently -tired, leaning
houses give it the air of a little Yen -
ice, and if the water of its twisting
lake is not so blue as Bourget, its
setting of vine -terraces and villages
and sheer dipping mountains is far
lovelier. Samela and Mr. Twig spent
their days zig-zagging across' in • the
white, birdlike steamer from one ro-
mantic little village creek to another,
disembarking and lingering for hours
at Menthon, lying under the ehadow
the castle where St, Bernard was
1 Dm, and from which he fled on his
wedding -eve because life seemed to
have loftier and more fruitful purpos-
es than marriage with even the beau-
tiful Marguerite de Miolans - Samela
could hardly 'tear herself away from
e window, through Which the guide,
th a cascade of words and an
rthquake of gesture, told her he had
opped. or lovely Talliores, with its
ica of its Benedictine Abbey, and
e old-world village of Duingt, from
ich they delighted to saunter t6
• terrace of Bellevarde which coni-
nd
s the superb sweep of mountains
d, in their cup, the liquid diamond
the lake.
'These are real mountains, little
ee, said Mr. Twig, ."and you's hard-
mentionnd. thm,"
'There are eome' things too big to
k • about," Samela replied. She
gte-d a little. 'Oh, Mr. Twig,
at could I say about mountains?"
'We should miss some very fine
ngs if mountains had merely been
wed- to," said Mr. Twig.
'It's when little people talk about
things that it's so intolerable'
mela meditated. "It's very bad to
third-rate about a daffodil or an
ril shower or an apple tree, but to
third-rate about mountains and
e and death. . • . :Sometimes I
ve a vision of God saying to some
le dead Man who has been insol-
made a firsteateehing and you
d a third-rate thing about it.' And
little man expostulates and begs
be let into heaven. And then the
at God says 'But how can I do
t? You wouldn't heve been in fie
nutes before you said. a third-rate
ng about me.'"
I wonder, little one," said Mr.
ig ponderingly, "how many first -
e things have been said about any -
ng?"
I don't mean said," Samela ex-
ined, "I mean written To a cer-
e extent we can't help what we
but writing really is our own af-
, isn't it? The little poet who
tes an invocation to that chain of
ks over there -what ought to be
e with him? Big people seem to
d such encouragement, but little
ple are all encouragement them-
es. And soswe have Miller Poe.
and the RoYal Academy."
he laughed -but ft was a little
gh that had no real laughter in it.
t feeling of resentment was flood-
ber again. When the world was
full of men who could be married,
mneysweepers, living honorably
of their soot, clerks who .never
ipulated eVen a halfpenny, school-
ters and dons who were really
amed when they measured their
gth of holiday against the three
ks of the family doctor who lived
the rest of the year with pain
suspense and death as close to
as his trousers, and were most
ared. of all when they reflected
they had never yet devoted even
y to a mass march upon the cap -
carrying banners with the just
ce "Everybody to have as inane
everi, day, at. she
days as we do," clergy who really
ed What they said, why bad she
tanee, arid tht ,..staPge anomaly
eased nothing hirt the aLar of in.
oughit seemed so inredible-be-
• hi loVe with te young man who
eonsldel'ed It
more and more repellifee
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the 20,000 a year which betakes out, wi
of it-weil; his lack of humour seems ea
to me even more disastrous than his dr
lack of social conscienc. When Sir rel
Matthew passes the point of receiving to
more than he has earned he is no we
longer a barrister -he is a beggar. th
At Carwick I make chemises for Lady ma
Mi 11, and" -Roy winced -"sometimes an
she tries to give. me more than my re
work worth --to trensform me into
a beggar taking alms?' on
"Samela, it is getting horrible. Do' 13,
not let us talk about it anymore,"
Samela stood, up. The radiant vio- tal
let of her eyes had changed to tbe, lau
grey of sorrow, and her soft cheeks wh
seemed drawn into tight little ridges.
"It is a hard thing that has davided thi
us, Roy. You believe that you must bo
be true to your father; I believe that
I must be true to myself.' I do not big
know •whether you can change your ea
belief. For myself" -her hand went be
down the opening at her neck -"I ep
tell you by this little cross of thorn be
that since even love cannot colleen lov
me there is nothing left for you to ha
argue with. Mr. Twig used to say to lift
me 'Never mind being burnt.' I don't eftt
mind it. I mind nothing but not be- sai
ing able to live with comfort. at me the
heart.. Roy -It is good-bye." to
She bent forward and held to him gre
her lips. Roy rose to a desperate th a
combat, but almost before he was on mi
his feet that iron god, the sense of thi
the inevitable, -gripped him in a vice.
••*1-fe Opehed his mouth but no word ew
would coma He could only press his rat
lips to Samelas, in a kiss that was as tie
the impact of ice on ice. Then she
parted the branches and was gone, pia
tai
say
Sir Matthew Thomas was pacing
as Setmela, heart and mind alike in a fair
the' hotel -drive with the latest arrival wri
to Aix -the Bishop of Hardingham- pea
don
swoon, tamed in at the gate and pass- nee
ed them without even perceiving their rpeo
presence.
The Bishop stepped abruptly. "Dear str;riv
me! dear me!" he said.
"You know that young lady, Bish- lau
Op?"
Tha
"Very well indeed. I confirmed ate
her."
so
"You confirmed her? I should nev• ae
er have dreamt that Miss Mallasse out
would present herself foil confIrma- man
ti ony"
mas
"It was not, perhaps, a quite ortle ash
telox onnfirmation, since it occurree in len
Carwiek's Park, but it Was a very wee
beautiful one, and -certainly the one for
which has most lingered in my mem- and
or. But did she not 'iseem to you to bee
be in a very dfstressed state?" ash
• "She is having a l'aeeffair with that
young Melincourt yom- know? --the
son of the Millionaire sliipteng mn. "bt
Unfortunately she has ft strong preev
-
indite" against his remis, and it is "":,
coupled with -I think I may say -al- „
SO a strong passion for Minden, WI-
dently there has been it Cleto
"That girl, air Mltths, doe not exvi
• beiri
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"Why did it comer",
frt
"Because-heeateS Ree JO
young man."
"I wish St. Fralloaa de Solo" *SW
_cgs:eggse •for - '
Iiiites to his native: town a Aolleer
while I OA in it," said Mr. Tig.
"'Why?" Samela raked 4r
"He was such a naturalea-int," Mr,
Twig told her. "He used to go about
seeing he tried hard to be god
bim-
sell but much harder not to make
goodness too bard for others."
"Nobody wauts saints," said
ela, "except very easy ones. I sh
hate Roy, or you, or anybody, to
a Aire."
Sault
ould,
be
"But wouldn't Roy be a saint if
gave up his inheritance?"
Samela opened her eyes.
course he wouldn't. Decent citiz
aren't saints."
Mr. Twig pulled a cur. "Oh
glory of a great soul!" he said, in
favorite formula of tease.
When -they had been at Annecy
ten days they tech the motor c
to Chamonix. Samela sat with
arm through Mr. Twig's and hitt
spoke at alf as one superb panor
yielded to -another still more o
w•helming. •In the seat front
them a young woman with a mar
similarity to Isabel in her cast of
was recording her impressions ha
note book -driving her fountain
like Jehu his horses. When the co
halted for lunch at Combleux, ri
under the shadow of Mont Bland,
approached Samela and asked he
she would like to read. what she
written.
Mr. Twig sprang to the rescue.
is most kind of you," be said,
me ward is a little deaf."
-Samela walked to the edge of
balcony to hide her smiles and,
lowing them, lips straight with a
tle uncertainty. Mr. Twig never
ed her, even whaa .the protection in .; East
which he wrapped her was a thick' .. P.M.
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gaze across to the mountains whose .
shade her eyes with her hand and
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"They seem to be mocking at Ian -
at Mont Blanc. To me this valley is
full of poets, and Mont Blanc 151
laughing at them because, no matter : CX.R. TIME TABLE
how, far they climb up their imagine- East .
tions, they don't get half -way up the -
real mountain picture. Do look, Mr.
Twig: There's Wordsworth -just un-
derneath us. He couldn't bear ,anyorte
even to mention mountains in his
presence, Yet when you really look
at a mountain you see that be wasn't
very adequate about it himself. And
can't you see Coleridge -just behind
, . . .
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'So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful bead, 0 sovran
Blanc!'
Bald' doesn't seem to me to be right
at all. Think of all the lines you
know about mountains, Mr, Twig.
And then, wheel you look acress there
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eSNAPSNOT CUIL
Good Photographs Are Worth
Taking Care Of
Pictures like this you don't want to
1130SSESSING the picture, turnin
'IL to it repeatedly and Showing 1
to friends are the chief delights o
photography. Makfing the exposur
Is, to be sure, exciting. But the proc-
ess is momentary whereas the prod-
uct lasts.
Each print is proof of your handi-
work with a camera, plus a graphic
reminder of some incident tha
thrilled you, occasion that you en
joyed, or place that you visited, plus
an expression of what you saw In
the subject at the time. Thus a plc
ture can furnish permanent pleas
ure, a pleasure that may be shared
ivith other people.
To be fully enjoyed, however, plc;
turee must be treated like the valu-
able possessions that they realle
are. Soiled,or broken prints, astray
In boxes and drawers, can hardly be
a -source of pride to their Meneel
They deserve proper ears, Are yottil
photographeit reProath to etu In
this reaPectll
liere canal, allaii!
ose. The,place for them Is In an album.
deal in PreAdlsoo," '
"Yoe theta olily iuforlitelee " IV_ hi__
on preeitiely What eta* gave gYew
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Give yourself a photographic eve-
ning, devoted to organizing your
pictures into a collectionthat you
may be proud to show. ,
Assemble all your old negatives
and pick out those for which prints
are lacking. Some of thebeat may-
be missing. Almest everyone gives
•
rrr
Prints away and a Collection that is
planned without consultihg old neg-
atives is likeleto be short of many
fine specimens.
With your complete lot ef pier
tures before you, classify theti be •
topics or dates and put theni trite
an album. Put them into an ohuntr--
that's the remedy. There they kill
be safe from Such stifferingeas
broken edges, curled corrierti,thuin.
brands and other afilictiontr
rage among prints that dniig
o
proper 'bark 1hen
Planted iti•linh thafie
fled theti WitheiitdelaPI I
Yeah,' fribilde iieek ad;
withoitt tmology.
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