The One Woman: A Story of Modern UtopiaDixon, Thomas, Jr.
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The One Woman: A Story of Modern Utopia
Dixon, Thomas, Jr.
Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
Gordon saw it was useless to avoid the heart of the difficulty.
So with all the earnestness and eloquence he could command he told
his father the history of Kate Ransom's work in the church, the
growth of their love, the drifting apart from Ruth, and the final
dramatic climax of the day that she gave the money to build the
Temple.
The old man with fine courtesy listened attentively, now and then
brushing away a tear, and sighing.
"And so, father," he concluded, "a divorce is the only possible
end of it all."
"And what has Ruth to say?" he asked, pathetically.
"She has accepted the situation, and at my request will bring the
suit."
"And you will marry this other woman while Ruth lives?"
"Yes, father, and our union will be a prophecy of a redeemed society
in which love, fellowship, Comradeship and brotherhood shall become
the laws of life."
The old man's brow wrinkled in pain.
"But the family at which you aim this blow, my son, is the basis
of all law, state, national, and international. It is the unit
of society, the basis of civilisation itself. To destroy it is to
return to the beast of the field."
"It must be modified in the evolution of human freedom, father."
"But, my son, it is the law of the Lord, and the law of the Lord is
perfect!" the old man cried, with his voice quivering with anguish
and yet in it the triumphant ring of the prophet and seer.
"Yes, father, your view of the law," the younger man quietly
answered.
"My boy, since man has written the story of his life, saint and
seer, statesman and chieftain, philosopher and poet have all agreed
on this. There can be nothing more certain than that my view is
true."
"Just as men have agreed on delusions and traditions in theology,
but you now see as clearly as I how foolish many of these things
are."
"But, my son, new theology or old theology, Bible or no Bible,
Heaven or no Heaven, Hell or no Hell, God or no God, it is right to
do right!" Again his high nervous voice rang like a silver trumpet.
"I am trying to do right."
"Yet greater wrong than this can no man do on earth--lead, captivate
the soul and body of a gracious and innocent girl, teach her the
miracle of love in motherhood, and then desert her for a fairer
and younger face."
"But, father, I cannot live a lie."
"Then you will cherish, honour, love and protect your wife until
death; and the old marriage ceremony read, 'until death us depart.'
Your vow is eternal and goes beyond the physical incident of death
itself."
"Yet how can I control the beat of my heart? We must go back to
the reality of Nature and her eternal laws, in spite of illusions
and theories," maintained the younger man.
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