Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Story Magazine
Date:
Feb-Jul 1913
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)
Leaf #:
000614
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema, Hollywood Studio System, and Fan Magazines
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
September 21, 2023
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66 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE finger-tips. The subtle light stained the tall pillars faintly rose and flung an unreal glamor about the group waving good-by handkerchiefs and aprons as James and his bride passed down the steps, out of the placid present into the fair-promising, future, from the dear Now into the dearer Yet-to-Be. ""Good-by! God go with you! Write soon and dont forget us ! ' ' band's rough Inverness cape. Then wistfully : ' * I wonder when I shall see it next. ' ' Perhaps there was prophecy in Delphine's words as she curtsied, among the servants on the lawn. 1 ' Mis ' Mar 'on done ma 'ied a mig 'ty nice man," she commented sagely, "but" — the red and .purple turban shook disapprovingly — ' ' dere 's one thing Ah don' like: he treats us UNTIL DEATH US DO PART Forget them! Marion's eyes were misty as she looked back. Unreally beautiful it was, with the heartache that is the birthright of Beauty : the wide, green lawn ; moss-bearded yewtrees; the proud, white pillars; the air steeped and husky with the essence drained from sun-warmed flower-petals, and the faint, fine evening light soothing it all. "You must be my home now, dear," she whispered against her hus niggers jes' lak' we was as good as white folks ! ' ' "South Carolina has seceded!" Marion stared into her brother's white face with the puzzled expression that greets undreamed-of news. Men on the battlefield meet death with the same silly wonder on their faces — the nation wore it when the wail went up from Washington : ' ' Lincoln is shot!"