“Simply this: The part which the male plays in the reproduction of the
race is small in comparison with the role of the female. He is merely
a supernumerary who steps on the stage for a moment and speaks one word
announcing the arrival of the queen. The queen is the mother. She plays
the star role in the drama of Heredity. She is never off the stage for a
single moment. We inherit the most obvious physical traits from our male
ancestors but even these may be modified by the will of the mother.”
“Modified by the will of the mother?” she repeated blankly.
“Certainly. There are yet long days and weeks and months before your
babe will be born--at least seven months. There's not a sight or sound
of earth or heaven that can reach or influence this coming human being
save through your eyes and ears and touch and soul. Almighty God can
speak His message only through you. You are his ambassador on earth in
this solemn hour. What your husband was, is of little importance. There
is not a moment, waking or sleeping, day or night, that does not bring
to you its divine opportunity. This human life is yours--absolutely to
mold and fashion in body and mind as you will.”
“You're just saying this to keep me from suicide,” Mary interrupted.
“I am telling you the simplest truth of physical life. You can even
change the contour of your baby's head if you like. You think in your
silly fears that the bull neck and jaw of the father will reappear
in the child. It might be so unless you see fit to change it. All any
father can do is to transmit general physical traits unless modified by
the will of the mother.”
“You mean that I can choose even the personal appearance of my child?”
she asked in blank amazement.
“Exactly that. Choose the type of man you wish your babe to be and it
shall be so. Who in all the world would you prefer that he resemble?”
“You,” she answered promptly.
He smiled gently.
“That pays me for all my trouble, child! No doctor ever got a bigger
fee than that. Banks may fail, but I'll never lose it. Your choice
simplifies that matter very much. You won't need a picture in your
room----”
“A picture could determine the features of an unborn babe?” she asked
incredulously.
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