Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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(PtfHEPLPtf) by Karl-, Sc/f'/iurR Most written romances end at the beginning. The hero courts the girl, marries her, and their story closes neatly, with a period; whereas, in real life it is just commencing with a question mark. Marriage might be respelled ' ' Chapter I. ' ' What comes before is the preface ; what comes after is unfolded slowly, as the leaves of the Book are turned over one by one. Carefully — my hero and my heroine — turn them carefully, or you may tear them, such fragile pages has your Book o' Life! Well for you if, at the end of the last chapter, you may read reverently : "And they have lived happily together always." "I, James, take thee, Marion — " the heavy fragrance of the orangeblossoms on her dark ringlets — a strange hybrid scent, as tho with the sweetness were mingled the faint, bitter tang of tears ! "■ — for better, for worse — in sickness and in health " Solemn words these, that catch a lover's breath. His fingers close strangely about her fluttering ones. Please God, he will be good to her, make her happy. Many a lover has donned his manhood with these words: "Till death us do part " 65 Those who have just found Life know death as a mere concept ; parting as an impossibility. Then the voice of the minister, impersonal as tho the Church herself were speaking, or the Law — "I now pronounce you man and wife." "Father!" cried Marion. She lifted her bride-bright face to his working old lips, her wet eyes suddenly wistful — "J£iss me again — for mother, dear," she whispered. "So! Now, Brother Jack, your turn, and yours, Uncle " "And mine, sweetheart!" Her tall boy-husband laughed ; unrebuked, he gathered her, wedding finery, frail flowers and all, against his breast, bending to her lips. ' ' The first kiss I ever gave my wife." The words were tangled unheard in her hair, as the friends crowded about them, laughing, jesting, shaking hands. Fringing the group with vivid color, bobbed the negro servants, turbans tilted over wide, gleaming smiles. "Wish y' joy, missus — wish y' joy, mass 'r ! " ' ' Thank you, Delphine — thank you, Sam!" Beyond the veranda, the southern day drooped to the miracle of the sunset, touching the listless land with a thousand faint rays, like tender