Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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130 THE MOTION PIC TV BE STORY MAGAZINE 'n tellin' on him, but I was afraid Hiram 'ud get mad. (Jest think, M 'randy, me afraid o' Hiram !) Folks laffed 'n thought he was funny — the pesky little critter — but I'd 'a' liked tew warm his jacket for him! "They was one time thet I cried. They was a poor gal thet was workin ' herself tew death tew save the farm for her old father 'n mother, 'n the villin thet hed the mortgage wanted tew marry her 'n she in love with the likeliest young feller oney he was poor. Well, the villin comes tew put them out, 'n she cant see the old folks turned outer their home, so she promises tew marry the villin, tho her heart is breakin'. ("Yes, I know I'm cryin' — I cant help it when I thinks of thet old rascal with his grinnin' face, chinin' up tew thet little angel. I warn't the oney one cryin' neither, 'n Hiram seemed like he hed gotten hay-fever all of a sudden — it looked kinder suspicious the way his hancherkef kep' goin' up tew his face ev'ry minute, but I ses nothin '. ) "Anyway, jest es the minister was gettin' ready tew marry them ( 'n honest, M 'randy, I think I'd 'a' hed tew forbid the banns), sure es I live, up comes the young feller she's in love with 'n grabs her away frum the villin 'n waves a paper in front of him. Then the parson marries the young folks 'n the villin sneaks off with the nastiest look on his homely old face, but the others was all happy and I felt like shoutin' for pure gladness, but I knows enough by this time tew keep still. "Well, M 'randy, I could keep on talkin' till the day o' jedgment, 'n even then I couldn't tell ye enough about 'em. They's surely the most wonderfullest things I ever seen er hear tell of, 'n listen, M 'randy, they oney cost us ten cents apiece, 'n there we hev tew pay a quarter at the school concerts with magic lantern picters 'n old recitations 'n sech. "Well, ef they ever comes within twenty miles of this township agin I wont miss seein' them ef I've got a leg tew stand on. "Honest, M 'randy, I'm prouder of, Hiram then I ever was, tew think he hed sense 'n grit enough tew make me stay 'n see 'em. "Well, I'll be goin', M 'randy; but remember, next time they comes nigh hereabouts, be sure tew go 'n see the Movin' Picters." The Castle of Enchantment By MAY HOWARD GWYN When fears and doubts encompass And tasks are hard to bear, A fairy land awaiteth me Where I forget my care. A wondrous, mystic castle stands Close by my humble door, Its portals open every day To welcome rich and poor. The faded woman of the world, The winsome, rustic lass, The city's whirl, the country's peace, Before my vision pass. The vivid views of modern life, The lore of ancient years, The scenes that call my childhood back Thru mists of tender tears. A nickel is the talisman ; The magic screen's unrolled, And there, while music softly soothes, A pageant doth unfold. Brave knights are there, and ladies fair In courtly, quaint array ; The old, the young, the tiny babe, The sorrowful, the gay. So I sigh when it is ended, The crowd drifts thru the door Of this Castle of Enchantment, Out to the world once more. Oh, visions of ne'er ending hope To cheer life's dreary way, Thy witchery is fraught with joy, Oh, magic Photoplay !