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408 THE PHOTOGRAPHIC NEWS. [June 26, 1885. enlargement. I offered to part with it for a certain sum. This, however, was not her idea of the matter—she demanded the picture without any consideration. “ Why,” said I, “ should I give it you ? ” “ Because,” said she, “ it is a picture of my cat which you enticed here, and kept for several days, almost starved, in fact, in order that you might take its picture and make your fortune by it." At first I felt inclined to laugh, but the serious aspect of the speaker convinced me that she was in earnest, and would not allow of my doing anything of the kind. At last, having recovered somewhat from my surprise, I enquired how long it was since her cat had been away. “ Three weeks," said she ; “ I only got it back on Tuesday." “ But, my good woman, ” said I, “ that picture has been in my window more than twelve months.” “ I know better,” said she ; “ you can’t deceive me.” “Well,” said I, rather annoyed, “where is your cat now?” “Here it is," said she, and forthwith from her black bag she draw a thin dark tabby cat unusually long in the body, and without a tail. “ And do you mean, for one moment, to say that the picture in the window is like that brute,” said I. “ Yes,” said she, “ the very image.” “ But, bless the woman,” said I, “ the cats are only alike in the fact of having no tail; the marks on them and the shape are totally different.” “Ah, that’s the artfulness of you likeness takers,” said she ; “ you were afraid to make it quite the same, but, if you hadn't altered it in the taking it would have been like my Tom to a hair. You can’t deceive me.” “ Nonsense,” said I. “ In the first place, my cat was not a Tom, and secondly, it has been dead nearly two months.” “ Your cat," said she; “you never had a cat." This was said in such a forcible and decisive manner that it re minded me of the memorable quarrel in “ Martin Chuzzle wit,” where Betsy Prig says (alluding to the mythical Mrs. Harris), “I don’t believe there’s no such a person.” The line must be drawn somewhere, and the limit having been reached, I desired my visitor to “ clear out,” and not bother me any longer. Next day, on returning from business in the city, I was somewhat astonished to find my house surrounded by a crowd of people, and my visitor of the day before demand ing the picture of the cat from my assistant. This had been going on for about half an hour, I was told, but being nearly opposite a police station, of course no constable appeared on the scene. Just at the moment of my arrival, however, came by the purveyor who daily, during her lifetime, had provided “ poor pussy ” with “ ros bif on a leetle stick," as the Frenchman termed it, and calling to him for corroboration, I endeavoured to convince the woman of her mistake. ’Twas all of no use, and the matter ended by an intelli gent officer, who had accidentally noticed about fifty people too many in front of my house, clearing the mob and the cause of it away. The house I occupied at that time was only one door from a side street, and my studio could easily be seen “over the garden wall” of the house between it and the roadway. That night thirteen large squares of glass were broken by stones, which also damaged several articles of value that happened to be in the building. Now, I had been here several years, and, except by an occasional stone from some over-mischievous boy, had been tolerably free from such annoyance; I naturally there fore betook myself to the inspector opposite. The next day bills appeared in the locality to the effect that “ Whereas, &c., &c.,—two pounds reward would be paid to anyone giving such information as would lead to the conviction, &c., &c.—” An extra officer was told off to watch the premises, but notwithstanding the informa tion he had received, the despoiler of my 21-ounce sheet could not be discovered. The glass was replaced, and a few days afterwards came another visit from my tormentor. The same old story, the same refusal; this time I actually showed her the skin of “ poor pussy” (which had been returned from the furrier in the meantime), but without avail. Another crowd— another (or perhaps the same) intelligent officer, who “moved on” the obstructions, and the same night seven or eight more windows were broken. There could be no doubt that the damage was somehow connected with my visitor; but the extra policeman (who had of course been withdrawn the night before) failed to catch the delin quent, and the glazier—who was very intelligent, by-the- bye, for a British workman—had another job. It had all along been settled that the “cat woman," as we had christened her, must have done the damage, but it was none the less annoying on that account. It was all very well for my friends to say, “ The woman must be mad" ; I thought the same, but that didn’t mend the windows. The intelligent glazier thought so too, but seemed to be of opinion that if any one must go mad, break ing windows was about as sensible a pastime as they could possibly indulge in. There seemed no alternative but to take the picture out of the show case, and this was done ; but a few nights after wardsit was broken open, and (disappointed, I suppose, at not finding the cat there) the intruder smashed the specimens and frames, and threw them about the forecourt. After this, however, the persecution ceased ; a prominent place was found for “ poor pussy ” in my reception room, and there it is still. The last I heard of the “cat woman” was this: she was seen by my assistant arguing with a “ cat's-meat-man ” in the Highbury New Park; whether it was my purveyor or not I don’t know, but he was described as wearing a drab hat with a black band round it; and this was one of the peculiarities of the individual who used to call on “ poor pussy.” Poor man ! PHOTOGRAPHIC REMINISCENCES OF A JOURNEY FROM LONDON TO ROME. BYGEORGE E. THOMPSON.* We made a delightful excursion to Puteoli, distant about seven miles from Naples. The ruined amphitheatre is beautiful, and the vaults are a mass of maiden-hair. I took a view of Vesuvius and Puteoli as seen from the top of Monte Nuovo, an extinct volcano only formed three hundred years ago. Another photo graph shows part of the symmetrically-shaped crater of the same. The upper part of this small mountain was covered with a lovely white heath, which scented the air, and grew to the height of five feet. The great excursion from Naples is to the crater of Vesuvius, and this we did in the orthodox manner. Leaving Naples by carriage and pair, we arrive at the railway station at the foot of the great cone in four hours ; eleven minutes of fearfully steep railway lands us near the top. Guides conduct the party along a good path, past the old crater, with its wriggling forms of hard lava, to the foot of the small cone. A few minutes of struggling with loose cinders and dust, and we are on the top. Earth and air are quite hot and sulphury; the parts round the active crater are of brilliant yellow sulphur. I set up my camera, and just as ene of the eruptions occurred, a photograph was taken, in which can be seen the stones being ejected. We had a good suffocating look down into the crater; it contained five red-hot furnaces. Every half minute a thud sounded, and vapours and stones ascended to a great height from one or other of these furnaces. There being no wind, we had a good, safe view. A little below the summit the red-hot lava pours out in constant flow. A repre sentation of this I also attempted. The various lava streams can be seen well from the mountain, as they lie like huge black glaciers among the vineyards and farms. Pompeii, the great city, and Bay of Naples form a grand panorama, but one that is too vast for the camera. We obtained the necessary permit to photograph at Pompeii, and at Paestum, and left by train for Pompeii. The day being close and dull, photography was neither enjoyable nor a brilliant success. The “ bakehouse ” and the • Continued from page 398.
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