The love of human beings for each other is not a dream of religion, it is a law of nature. It is bred of human contact, of human relation, of human service; it rests on identical interest and the demands of a social development which must include all, if it permanently lift any. Against this perfectly natural development stands this opposing shell; this earlier form of life, essential in its place, most mischievous out of it; this early cradle of humanity in which lie smothered the full-grown people of to-day. Must we then leave it--lose it--go without it? Never. The more broadly socialised we become, the more we need our homes to rest in. The large area is necessary for the human soul; the big, modern, civilised social nature. But we are still separate animal beings as well as collective social beings. Always we need to return to the dear old ties, to the great primal basis, that we may rise refreshed and strengthened, like Antæus from the earth. Private, secluded, sweet, wholly our own; not invaded by any trade or work or business, not open to the crowd; the place of the one initial and undying group of father, mother, and child, will remain to us. These, and the real friend, are all that belong to the home. It should be the recognised base and background of our lives; but those lives must be lived in their true area, the world. And so lived, by both of us, all of us; shared in by the child, served in by the woman as well as the man; that world will grow to have the sense of intimacy, of permanent close attachment, of comfort and pleasure and rest, which now attaches only to the home. So, living, really living in the world and loving it, the presence there of father, mother, and child will gradually bring out in it all the beauty and safety, the refreshment and strength we so vainly seek to ensure in our private home. The sense of duty, of reverence, of love, honestly transferred to the world we live in, will have its natural, its inevitable effect, and make that world our home at last. THE END BOOKS BY CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN The Man-made World, or: Our Androcentric Culture. By CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Many books have been written about women, as such; women as females. This is a book about men, as such; men as males. Women have been considered as a sex, and their character and actions so discussed. This book considers men as a sex; and their character and actions are so discussed. Too much of women's influence is dreaded as "feminization"--as likely to render our culture "effeminate." Too much of men's influence is here studied as "masculization" and as having rendered our culture--there is no analogue for "effeminate." We have heard much of the "eternal womanly;" this book treats of the eternal manly. "_Cherchez la femme!_" is the old hue and cry; this book raises a new one: "_Cherchez l'homme!_" By mail of Charlton Co., $1.00. What Diantha Did. A Novel by CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN