When Allan and McConnell were homeward bound on the evening train, their heads full of the camp scenes, McConnell said, “I wish we hadn’t seen the Ghost.”
“I’m not sorry,” said Allan. “I’m glad. I believe he was not so bad as they thought he was, and he did the best he could at the end. I feel better to know that he can’t be hunted any more.”
“Well,” admitted McConnell, “I’m glad of that part, too.”
A WORD AT THE END.
IT would be interesting to tell something more of Captain Kodak’s experiences, but the back cover of a book is not to be ignored, and we are very close upon it.
Allan was reëlected President, and the Camera Club began to seem indispensable to the amateur photographers of Hazenfield. Many improvements were made in the dark-room, and new facilities for printing were added to the smaller front room. Indeed, the certainty that the club was outgrowing the Hartel coach-house was clear to every one.
One day Mr. Prenwood came over from Stonyshore. It happened that there was a meeting that night, and as a result of Mr. Prenwood’s chat he joined the club himself. This particularly pleased Allan and McConnell.
“I shall get over once a month,” said Mr. Prenwood, “and see if I can’t learn wisdom from you experts.”