Her persecutor rests near his victim. The enemies are at one now. The
strange peace of death which ends all feuds has brought them together,
and their restless hearts lie still, awaiting the coming of the Angel of
the Resurrection.
The period of which I write is sometimes called the good old times. I
call it the bad old times.
A FLASH IN THE DARK.
BY R. M. FULLER.
The Whitonville Camera Club was to meet at Will Vaughan's house
Wednesday evening. Whitonville is a town of some size in the western
part of New York. Mr. Vaughan, Will's father, one of its earliest
residents, lives in a large old-fashioned house on the main street,
opposite the Whitonville Bank, of which he is president. All day the
overcast sky had given promise of a downpour, and the sultry atmosphere,
charged with electricity, presaged plenty of thunder and lightning
before midnight.
"It's too bad!" exclaimed Will Vaughan to his friend and visitor Tom
Wetherby, as they stood on the front porch looking at the angry sky. "If
the storm breaks before the fellows get here the meeting falls through;
but here comes Frank Wentworth."
The young men exchanged cordial greetings, and followed Will to the
library, where the meeting was to be held. One after another the members
arrived, until the whole club was seated around the table. Tom Wetherby
belonged to a large club in the city, and was recognized as an authority
by the members of this small country organization. He was a bright young
fellow of nineteen, always on the lookout for some novel subject for his
camera, which accompanied him on all his wanderings. He listened to the
debate, offering a word now and then as his opinion was requested, until
his ear caught the swish of rain hurled violently against the
window-panes by the wind. Presently this was followed by heavy peals of
thunder, and flash after flash of lightning.
"If you don't mind, Will, I will try to catch a flash or two of the
lightning; I have been waiting for a chance like this for a long time,"
said Tom.
"All right, old fellow; we'll excuse you. Look out your camera isn't
blown away."
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