The Fall of a Nation: A Sequel to the Birth of a NationDixon, Thomas, Jr.
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The Fall of a Nation: A Sequel to the Birth of a Nation
Dixon, Thomas, Jr.
Peace movements -- Fiction; Political fiction; Science fiction; United States -- Fiction
“That’s the way a suffragette talks to her old daddy, Vassar--“ Holland
cried. “I warn you against their wiles. Don’t let her bamboozle you. I’m
lame, but I’m going to vote against ’em, if I have to crawl to the polls
election day--so help me God!”
Mrs. Holland beamed her good night with a gentle inclination of her
silver-crowned head.
“He barks very loudly, Mr. Vassar,” she called, “but he never bites--”
Virginia led her guest upstairs into the quiet library in the front of
the house.
Zonia and Billy were chattering in the parlor.
She pointed to a heavy armchair and sat down opposite, the oak table
between them.
“Now, Mr. Congressman, what is it--peace or war?”
There was a ring of subtle defiance in her tones that both angered and
charmed her opponent. He had met many beautiful women before. For the
first time he had met one who commanded both his intellect and his
consciousness of sex. The sensation was painful. He resented it. His
ideals of life asked of women submission, tenderness, trust. Here sat
before him the most charming, the most fascinatingly feminine woman he
had ever met who refused to accept his opinions and had evidently
determined to bend his mind and will to hers. To think of yielding was
the height of absurdity. And yet he must meet her as his intellectual
equal. He could meet her on no other ground. Her whole being said,
“Come, let’s reason together.” He had no desire to reason. He only
wished to tell her the truth about the impression she had made on him.
He smiled to recall it. He had a perfectly foolish--an almost
resistless--impulse to leap on the speaker’s stand, take her in his
arms, kiss her and whisper:
“Dear little mate, this is silly--come away. I’ve something worth while
to tell you--something big, something wonderful, something as old as
eternity but always new--”
He waked from his reverie with a start to find his antagonist holding
him with a determined gaze that put sentiment to flight.
“Peace or war?” she firmly repeated.
“If I am to choose,” he fenced, “I assure you it will be peace--”
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