Show In the Negative Jesson one of the old boys I grew up with is the proprietor of a well equipped and much patronized photograph gallery in one of the towns Before larger middle-wehe married we spent numerous vacations together always in the mountains for there was always an outcropping of the savage in both of us I spent a few days with him on my last trip and came away as usual envying him He has the coziest most homelike little home in the world and if I am ever fortunate enough to duplicate Mrs Jesson I intend to marry Among her other many admirable qualities she believes in pipes Jesson is a particularly keen observer and he has a fund of “that reminds me’s” that never gives out The following is one of those from my last visit “Among the photographs in my down stairs display is a particularly good one of a large log house tucked in among the mountains of R Co Colorado I got it on one of my “gypsy” trips two years ago The scenery all through that section is striking for its grandeur just like the old Sheep Creek Coun-tr- v st day I heard some one the studio stairs with usual energy and a burst into the “operating room” Once in he seemed Well one coming up more than young man half ashamed of his eagerness but he told me that he had seen the picture of Mrs Barret’s cabin in my display that he had spent two weeks there three years ago and trying I thought to cover his anxiousness inquired for a description of the people there when I was there I told him about them and his strikingly handsome face filled with a look of disappointment that made me sorry for him He walked over to the window by my retouching stands and looked out on that howling wilderness of roofs back yards and chimneys for some time his big manly physique outlined strongly against the light Then he came back and apologized for intruding on me and introduced himself He was recentlv graduated from a law college and had settled here six months before He was one of those fellows you can’t help feeling comradeship for if they give you a chance and we soon drifted into conversation He had been over a lot of our old “stomping grounds” and we “swapped” yarns until I had a “patient” He left and although I gave him my very warmest invitation to come again I scarcely expected to see him He came however after that very often and when I had a rush would help with the work He was an expert with the retouching pen- - |