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THE PHOTOGRAPHIC NEWS, June 26, 1885.J 405 door, open the packet of plates, lay one of them on your operating table, put the others out of the light (all ruby though it be), and leave the plate untouched for, say, five minutes. Now place it in a small developing tray, and flood it with a mixture of three parts by measure of A, to one part by measure of B. Do not shake up these solutions before measuring off, use only the clear portion. Leave the plate in the developer for a quarter of an hour ; do not open doors or let any kind of light in except that through the fabric-covered window. At the expiration of the quarter wash the plate thoroughly in clean water, fix in the hypo sulphite solution, wash again, and bring to the light for examination. It should show no traces of fog, but appear like a sheet of clear glass—a little opalescent, perhaps, because of the gelatine, but absolutely no deposit or fog. If otherwise, light enters somewhere, or your window is insufficiently covered. In the latter case, put on another thickness of lining, and try again until you get your plates quite clear. o “ POOR PUSSY.” The Tale of a Manx Cat. BY PERCY DE VERE. what suddenly. It seems that someone took to leaving arsenic about, and this useful chemical does not agree with all cats. Loss number three. Now comes the object of this little narrative. I had almost said I would not fry my luck (?) again, when an old friend offered me a very pretty tabby kitten, with white chest and feet, and without a tail. I hesitated, and as the man who hesitates is lost, I consented to accept the little oddity, and notwithstanding the trouble of which that animal was the innocent cause, 1 can hardly regret my decision. Turning over a box of old negatives a few weeks since, I came across one which caused me involuntarily to sigh, “ Poor Pussy.” Yes, there was my Manx cat. How proud I felt when I had taken that negative, “ Poor Pussy.” “Was it patient?” Very. “Did it scratch?” No. “Was it a good mouser?” Unquestionably. But the two first mentioned were its most valuable quali ties to me; as a studio accessory it was invaluable. I am speaking of course of the old collodion days—say, ten years ago—when the preparation of plates took time, and children in the studio were not quite so easily managed as at present. How many of my successful pictures of babies were due to the assistance of “poor pussy!” How often, when all other attractions failed to keep a “ There are cats that are large, there are cats that are small; There are cats with nine tails, and with no tails at all.” —Old Soug. I ROM quite a child I was always attached to the “ harmless necessary cat.” My earliest pleasant remembrances (in the way of stories) recall at once “ Dick Whittington ’’ and “ Puss in Boots ”; and even now—despite the disagreeable habit many cats have of prowling about and making the night hideous with their possibly well-meant, but never ¬ theless undesirable, vocal performances—I must confess to a great fondness for the animal. When I arrived at years of discretion (some of my friends doubt whether I ever did so—but no matter), and had a home of my own, I looked about for some friend whose household had lately been enriched with a litter of kittens—I soon found him—chose a pretty specimen of a dark tabby, and prepared to “ train it up in the way it should go.” Some one else evidently thought they could train it better than I could, and I saw it no more. It was stolen. Misfortune number one. My next venture was with a sandy kitten. This promised well, and grew into a fine cat; but its habits became so irregular, and its love of society so great, that I gave this treasure to a friend. Loss number two. My third attempt was with a tortoiseshell, which cer tainly bade fair to be a most useful animal; but alas! before one short year had flown, it developed a taste for my neighbour’s chickens. Two days after, it died some- child amused, “ poor pussy ” would come to the rescue, and allow the little darling to pull its ears, or clutch a handful of its fur until the tearless infant’s temper had modified, and it had ceased to remember what it was screaming about. Peace was restored, and at last you were able to emerge from what we then called a dark room, smiling, and without having uttered any of the undesirable expressions that were so plentiful a few minutes before. But, “ to our tale,” as Burns says. Happening one day to find the animal sitting comfortably on a cushion that had lately been occupied by a little sitter, I took the negative to which I have alluded. In due course it appeared in my stow case, and the number of applications for copies was surprising ; and the success of what would now be considered a very ordinary production induced me to enlarge it to life size, finish it in black-and-white, and place it in my window. The delight of the children in the locality knew no bounds. My cat was a “ landmark.” Young people of opposite sexes used to arrange to meet “ at the cat in the lane,” &c. Copies of “poor pussy ” continued to sell, and this went on for about eighteen mouths. Meantime, of course, several “ accidents " had happened to the object of this narrative ; among other things, she had had her throat cut. I don’t mean fatally or murderously, but it occurred in this way. One morning, on arriving at the studio, she was found in a state of com plete exhaustion, and examination showed a piece of thread hanging from her mouth, leading to the conclusion that somehow or other she had swallowed a needle. I took her to a good veterinary surgeon, and held her while an aper ture was made in her neck, through which was extracted the needle. Of course the “ shirt front ” of “ poor pussy ” was covered with blood, and she had to be carefully fed; but in about a fortnight, all was right again. A few months after this, however, in her endeavour to add to the feline population, “ poor pussy ” died. I did not have it stuffed, for which I have been sorry since, but I had her skin sent to a furrier, and possess it now. To continue. About six weeks after the decease of my favourite, a woman called and purchased one of her cartes. Next day she came again, and had two. Two days after wards the same individual “ went in ” for three. Again she appeared ; this time the order was for two only, but it was coupled with the request for an interview with myself. I was naturally prepared for her making a proposition to be supplied wholesale, when she coolly demanded the
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