nt to use a big stop and make it quick!'

"'But what do you make it of and what is it for?' I asked perplexedly.

"He laughed and explained that I should make the hole in my lens
larger and take a more rapid exposure; then he sold me a bottle of
flashlight powder.

"That night I thought I would take a group at the dinner table, so
we all assembled around the board. After knocking down a couple of
pictures and upsetting the cuspidor, I got things all ready to light
the fuse, expecting to get back to my chair and be in the picture
before the stuff went off. The moment I lit it, however, the durned
thing blazed up like a small volcano and I ran around the room for
a minute or so with my thumb in my mouth. Then I discovered that the
slide had not been withdrawn from the plate-holder. Well, the room
was full of smoke and the baby was so badly frightened that we had to
put him to bed before I could make another attempt. When my wife came
back I set the cat up in the high-chair to fill out the gap and tried
it again. This time, by using a long fuse and making a third-base
slide, I got almost to my chair and the prospects looked promising.
The result was an excellent view of the back of my head, occupying
three-fourths of the plate, through which could be dimly discerned a
silhouette of my wife and a black streak in mid-air which represented
the cat jumping over the coffeepot.

[Illustration: Poor B. hanging by his pantaloons on a fence-post.]

"I know a fellow, though, who had a worse experience than mine. He
took home a kodak and a 'creme de menthe' jag one night, and, as all
his folks had retired and he was too impatient to wait until morning,
he went out to the stable to flashlight the calf. The calf was too
sleepy to object till the stuff exploded. Then he became imbued with
such sudden and tremendous vitality that he kicked poor B. and his
outfit into the middle of next week. The hired man heard the racket
and found him hanging by his pantaloons on a fence-post. Part of the
tripod was about his neck; his hair was full of ground glass and he
was murmuring something about a trolley-car. They put him to bed and
the first thing he said after he came to, was, 'Did they arrest the
motorman?'

"I hear fellows talking about golf and driving four-in-hand, but, if
anyone wants to experience a real hot time, let him get one of these
easy-working cameras and practice on the family."

WONDERS OF SPIRITUALISM.

"Spiri