Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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A DIXIE MOTHER 63 BLUE OR GRAY, WE ARE SIMPLY AMERICAN BROTHERS FIGHTING AMONG OURSELVES." dimly realized that her youngest child was dead. She rose and took a few flowers from the table, then dropped them one by one in the cradle. How sorrowful to part with children ! The earth is dreary without them. When their light is gone, the purest charm of existence is taken from us. But we can meet them again. Once more we can look into the pure eyes of love and discern the infinite purpose. The little mother took a sword from the wall and tried its point. She raised her arms on high to ask pardon for her deed. It was time for her to go to meet the child in Heaven. Then there came a heaven-sent message. Lieutenant Sears, the baby in his hands, dashed in at the door and placed the little messenger from on high in the Dixie mother's arms. The others followed and gathered round the source of their happiness. Now her heart glowed with the warmth of old days. Gradually, the intelligence returned, and when she realized her full happiness, the Dixie mother turned to her husband and whispered: "Let us keep our feelings sacred in our hearts and leave no heritage of hate to our children.' ' General Capel was no man of half measures. He took the baby that held the flag and pressed his lips upon it with the old-time chivalry that had made him the Dixie Mother's best beloved. It was a kiss for peace for the new generation. North had met South and had vanquished, but his son had won a daughter of the North, and the little one, nestled at last in its grandmother's arms, was promise of that day when sectional prejudice should be forgotten and Mason and Dixon's line become a memory.