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Show i ... , ' ----r- . 1.V t.i;s time Jf: Iauiuhar. K-;y ,rery sel'-po:.se -scd girl, had qui- .. ro. covered herself. "'A ill you be so kin 1 as t e.ive roe a sheet of nT.o rci-r till a pan. Mr. Johnson'.'" she said, eok'.iv. "Certainly. Cua I be of a-:v u;,' x you in any other way. Miss bar-ip.iaar?" bar-ip.iaar?" "N ', thank you. I merely wish to. write Mr. Leaufort a short note," re-ture.ed re-ture.ed the g-irl. the .-at down ami, though Johns...,' could see she was still wry u.ual. aSected, wrote on bravely for a few .aiinaies: then she han lea ' the nolo t, j Unruly Johnson, request!:: hiai ti F-ive it to Mr. Ik-auiort. ;ai.l, :ah:I!' liim a c-hhI ai'tmioiin, h-it the I-.ounv ;vi;!. a iii-m determination iictcr to :v turn to it. 1 Presently- Dial; entered the roam ! 'Oh, 1 thought I should arrive beM:a- she left," he said, iu a rattier obao- ' pointed tone. "A note from her, ! thon-;h. How aw-.'uily sivoct of her to i wri'.e." i Iluntly Johnson was seized with a ! sudden fear lest Dorothy miarht have ; betrayed him in the note she had writ ten. "Whatever is this?" shouted Ileau-fort, Ileau-fort, as l-.c glanced over the flr.st line j of the note. "Look here, Iluntly," cried the y or. iif; man, clutching holl of hi.s frien.i's arm, "what can she mean In-writing- about 'faithlessness,' 'love for another woman,' etc.? Look at the ! latter, man." Huntley's face turned phastly white ns he took the letter from the other's trembling- hand, but as he read on he looked more relieved. "I'm afraid she means to g'ive you up, old .boy. She said nothing to me about it, though. I should go and see her if I were you; there is evidently some misunderstanding." Johnson knew he was quite safe in saying that much, as he felt sure Doro. thy would refuse to see Dick. At any tjo. it would get him out of the way I'." a lime. "Ly Jove, I think I will," said Ileau-fort, Ileau-fort, slig-luly cheered by the suggestion; sugges-tion; and, rushing out of "the room he made his way to Dorothy's house, whi.h was not far distant. Looking at his waieh ho found it was stiil early in the evening, and he felt quite certain cer-tain of seeing his ladylove and explaining explain-ing everything there and then. Ln inquiring in-quiring for Miss Farquhar, Beaufort was informed that she was engaged and could see him oa no pretext whatever. what-ever. "Tell her that I must see her. It is a matter of importance." Uut the servant merely repealed her message, a id would not even agree to take Miss Leaufort a small note, scribbled scrib-bled on half a sheet o: note paper. "Miss Leaufort said that she would see you on no account whatever, Mr," ! was all that the maid would say. I The door shut in Dick Leaufort's face, and he was left alone on the door- I step. lie remained there thunder. . truck j for a few minutes and then slowly i walked on, wonderi-v what on earth j 30uld have giveD rise to Dorothy a un- ! 'r ac.cu atio.ns, lie paying- attention: to a woman whose character w as, to say the least of it, shady? Was it. likely that when he had gained the love of a creature little short of an an-fel an-fel in his estimation he would be trying try-ing to do the same thing with another woman? fjomc one must have been giving her falsc info.-matiou about him, that was ;ertain. Lut wdio could be the culprit? Probably one, of her admirers who' was jealous of his success. . CaulJ it be Iluntly Johnson? The thought chased itself quickly through his brain and lef c it as speedily as it had entered. No! it was an ungenerous thought; he felt certain that hi i old friend would be incapable of such an action. Iluntly Johnson was in his own sit-, ting-room as Dick entered the house. "She won't even see me," the latter ;ried, throwing open the door, breathless breath-less with excitement; "isn't it a shame, Iluntly? I've done nothing to deserve tier tarowing me over like this. J think some cad must have been telling her lies about me." Iluntly Johnson winced at this, but luckily fur him Leaufort did not notice it. Leaufort walked to the table and-began and-began absently to turn over some photographs which were lying there. Suddenly the other saw him start a.s he took up a photograph in his hand: Johnson made a clutch at it, but was too late. "Johnson, what does this mean?" shouted the young man, "A photograph of me kissing Kittie-Ilawthorne! Im- ; possible! I never did such a thing in ; my life." Suddenly his former suspicion thai ; Johnson was the c?-use of all this trouble returned to him. i "Job, .son, don't deny it," he said: "confess that you did this out of spile because I was going' to marry Dorothy Farqhar." An explanation ensued. Johnson was certainly subdued and humiliated by : Dick Leaufort's kindness. He oiVered j to .make the only amends in his powe.-. ' namely, to go to Dorothy's house ana j confess everything. At firsl, in an- j swer to his knock, a message was returned re-turned that Miss Farquhar was en- I gaged and refused to see him, but by . dint of perseverance he was at last ol- lowe 1 to enter. Dorothy at first treat- ! ed him coldly, but on learning the ob. I jeet of his visit she reproached him biiteriy for his duplicity, but gradually grad-ually began to take a more lenient view of his conduct ai.d at last forg-.ave him. I Iluntly Johnson returned home somewhat sad. but happier than he had ' been for several days. Dick Leaufort ' and Dorothy were married three ' months later, and thus ended "The Story of a Photograph."' Tit-Lits. STOJIY OF A PIIOTOUIIAPil "Well, old fellow. I wish you j ".-," sail Iluntly .Johne-on when hi. friend. Diel-; L.-aufurt, after the fashi m of the newly accepted Lver, ha 1 !i::h.ho.l a j paneg-y,-;,; iu praise oi his lady h.ve. ' Lick 1 a. .rt and Iluntly J..hn on were la ciea friends; as young lawyers , they oi.'c-u-. ie 1 the same chamber-, in the city, a ?:d had never in their lives l hail a s. rh.as quarrel, i "Don't you think she is quite the loveliest girl iu London, Hur.tly?" eon-! eon-! tinned Leanh rt, ardently. I "Ve-, old man," replied his friend, "I think she is much better looking than that lalebra.tjd a .'trey. Kitty La.-, thor.ao ,-,'honi you er -.veil, were J rather :.ve, t on. don t you know ?'' 1 "i certaiai y di ! make a fool of my- self over thai girl, but that w as si .me ti.iie ago. I hope Dorothy has never heard about it. You know, she is iust a link: bit jealous,'' said Dick Leau.ort, a rriile uneasilyn "Yes, I believe she is rather jealous," said, hi; friend. "How in the world can you know anything about il, old chap?'" said IVaufort. rather surprised; "but I have heard that you were rather gone on her y jur,clf not long ago, an. I, in fact, that you proposed to her. eh?" "Perhaps I did." said Johnsoj, staring star-ing hard at the ceding. "Well, fhu going out this evening. forry I can't ask you to come with me. Hope you'll en.'o'y yourself, old man." "1 dare say 1 shall," respondc 1 Johnson, John-son, trying to force a smile. "I think I know where you are going; at any rate, it is nowhere where an old bachelor bache-lor like myself is wanted." The door banged, and Iluntly Johnson John-son was left alone to his thoug-hts, which were not of the most pleasiu" character. "So she has jilted me and accepted Dick Leau.ort, has she?" soliloquized the young man. "Well, I always thought that I was mere of a favorite wilh the girls than he, but then he is so jolly handsome." lie thought for Bome time, and as he pondered his face grew darker and darker. "No," ho suddenly shouted, "he shan't marry her, though he is my greatest friend. Cod knows I love her more than 1 dq him, buc how can I prevent il?" He thought again for some time, and then murmured to himself, softly: "I know! What is the good of a hobby if one does not use it for practical purposes'?" It must hero be explained that Iluntly Ilunt-ly Johnson was an ex.-ccdingly successful success-ful amateur photographer, and ho had some time ago learned how to do what is called, in the phraseology of the photographer, pho-tographer, "double printing." Thi8 con .i ,ts in printing diii'crent pictures on the paper by means of using two distinct negatives. I.'ow. Iluntly Johnson John-son had taken a snap-shot of Dick Leaufort ki sing his sister some time back, which Miss Farquhar had not seen; ho had also takeu a photo of Kittie Hawthorne. He now proposed to print Kittie Jlawt'i raa's face instead of Miss Leaufort's Leau-fort's into tho photograph, and, as tho two firls were of i similar size and build, the photograph would appear to represent Dick embracing Kittie Hawthorne. If Dorothy were to see this photograph, Johnson reflected that she would probably break off her engagement with Dick Leaufort immediately, im-mediately, especially as the photograph photo-graph would be carefully dated some days a.ter her betrothal. It was a mean trick to play any man, and Iluntly Johnson felt moro than ever ashamed of himself for acting m such a dishonorable manner toward his old friend. Lut he was of a very firm na? ture, and had determined that by fair means or foul he would prevent the marriage. The next morning Johnson went to his dark room and, bringing out the two negatives, succeeded, by means of the process before described, in pro-ducting pro-ducting the desired result. He chuckled to himself when he thought of the eff .'ct which it would have on Dorothy Farquhar, but his pleasure was considerably lessened when he pictured to him' elf the pain which he ivould cause a friend who had always veted nobly toward him. As Dick Leaufort was going out that evening Johnson asked him if ha thought Miss Farquhar would care to come in on a certain date which he mentioned and look over some photos which he ha 1 takeu recently. Dick Beaufort knew that Dorothy, who took what is called a "sisterly interest" in Iluntly Johnson,, would be pleased to come, especially as she took a great interest in-terest in photography herse!., so he replied: ' "Certainly, old fellow, I'll give her your message. I'm sorry that I have an engagement on the lath, but 1 have no doubt you two will be quite interested inter-ested discussing photography." Johnson thought it just as well that Diek should be out on that particul ar date, an! he quite agreed with his friends that Dorothy Farquhar and he would be very much interested per-ha per-ha ps painfully so as to one party. Iluntly Johnson had all his latest photographs in rea.liness on the dav in question, and he heard the knock at the door which announced Mi is Far-quhar's Far-quhar's arrival, he placed a certain photograph on the table iu a fairly conspicuous place. Johnson f. rgot all about Dick and the shabby trick he was playing him as he talked to this charming girl. "What lovely photographs you tak Mr. Johnson. I really think they are better bet-ter than those of many professionals, the portraits are so extremely life-i.ke. Now, this one of Oil! Mr. Johnson, whatever is this? Diek, and and an actress: taken ye tcrday. too! Oh, it can't be my Dick." The poor girl sank into a chair, and ii was only Johnson's presence which restrained her from crying. For the llrst time. Iluntly Johnson felt sincerely sorry for her, but he realized re-alized that he had pat hi; hand t . the plow, and he could not now turn beck. "I er that is, I really am very sorry that you have seen that photograph. photo-graph. 1 did not know it was on tho |