The Weber Literary Journal self I was staring at. My face looked so cold that I shivered at the mere sight. Maybe all that picture taking without anything around me is what has made me so cold-blooded now. But my feelings changed abruptly at the sight of the next picture. It was of Mary, my little sister who is dead. Her little curls falling over her ruffled white dress; and her tiny dimpled hands folded in front of her made her look like a little angel, even then. Oh Mary, how I have missed you! How I have wished since then that I had given you the doll you wanted, and that I'd never been cross to you. But such memories are always vain. The most I can do now is to treasure the memory of you, and be a better, more sympathetic sister because of it. I turned the next few pages rather hurriedly so that the lump in my throat would have time to disappear. Then I closed the album. My curiosity was satisfied. We prize an album not so much for the pictures it contains, as for the associations even more valuable than the pictures themselves. The picture is only the crystallization of the memories behind it; it is these memories in an album that make it loved. 14 The Weber Literary Journal Selling Needles By Mable Barnett AGNES WELCH had a camera and she thought she was so smart going around with it and telling all the girls how many pictures she had taken with it and how much her father had paid for it. I decided that sometime I would get a camera and brag as much as she did. One day while I was looking through the Comfort story paper I saw an advertisement of a camera to be given away free. I was interested at once. Here was my chance! "A real camera given away free! A marvelous invention just perfected. Beautifully finished; will take real pictures. Size 2 1/2 inches by 4 inches. Given away free for selling 40 packages of needles for 10 cents a package." The camera was already mine. It would be so easy to sell needles. "Everyone wants needles," I thought. And I could get my cousin Ada to help me sell them and she could have the camera half the time. Ada was delighted with the idea I knew she would be and we wrote for the needles. When they came we divided them twenty packages each and decided to start that very day to sell them. I took the south side of the street and Ada the north. We had prepared little speeches about what fine needles they were and what wonderful bargains. When I came to the first house I walked up to the door but curiously enough was a little afraid to knock. I couldn't understand why my heart would beat so fast; besides, my cheeks were hot as everything. I got up courage enough to knock, and then waited nervously for some one to answer. In a minute the door opened and Mrs. Jeskers, wiping her face with her apron, greeted me. "Land sakes! I thought it might be the fish man I quarreled with last week, a coming back after that extra dime he said I 15