The strike of a sex : $b A novel.Miller, George Noyes
Philosophy
The strike of a sex : $b A novel.
Miller, George Noyes
Birth control -- Fiction
I did not remain unconscious long. When I revived, I was lying on some
wraps which were spread upon the ground near where I had stood, and
gentle hands were bathing my forehead. I opened my eyes, and saw that
two women were kneeling over me with solicitous faces, while a third,
a commanding brunette, stood a little way off watching us. The rest of
the procession were returning across the bridge toward the women’s home.
The first thought that came into my mind as I opened my eyes and saw
the gentle faces hovering over me, was that henceforth I should love
all women, that as a sex they were forever entitled to the deep and
admiring admiration and affection of all men. Until a new and more
humane social order should be safely established, I would patiently
bide my time without license or anarchy, but no power on earth should
prevent me from loyally regarding every woman as my sister from that
time forth. I murmured confused thanks for their kindness, and arose in
deep embarrassment.
“Are you well enough to go to your home?” said the young woman who had
been watching us. Her manner was that of sincere solicitude, unmixed
with either embarrassment or affectation.
“Yes, thank you,” I said, and turned briskly on my heel; but I had gone
but a few steps when my feet began to falter; my knees were strangely
weak.
“I think you had better see him safely home,” said the brunette to the
two women under whose ministrations I had revived. Weak as I was I
could not refuse, and the two women, gently taking each an arm, began
to slowly walk with me toward Mr. Lister’s house.
Many times during the past few days, as the reader knows, it had seemed
to me that I must be dreaming, such was the astounding strangeness of
my surroundings. Let him then imagine what a wildly preposterous vision
it must have seemed to me, Rodney Carford, to be escorted by two women
toward a home in a town in which woman had utterly forsaken man. To be
thus escorted, too, on the eve of the casting of a ballot which was to
decide the perpetuity of the human race!
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