Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-09-04
Blu REV. THOMAS DIXON, JR.
COPYRIGHT 1902
Blu Doubleday, Page & Go

purely physical basis of love. He knew
that somewhere in his studies at a medical
college in New York he had read it.
At last he discovered it among lot Of
cid magazines. 1t was brief study by
great physician Of Paris, entitled. ''The
Natural History of Love-" He gave 1t to
her, and asked her to read it and give him
her candid opinion of its philosophy.
He waited a week and on a Saturday
when the preacher was absent at one OF
HIS county mission stations, he called at
the hotel for long afternoons talk. He
determined to press his suit.
'Do you know Mr.. Durham, what gives
a preacher his boosted power of the spirit
over his audiences?' he inquired with
curious laugh in the midst of which he
changed his tone OF voice.
mo, you are an expert on the diseases
of preachers, what is it?''
every simple. Religion is founded on
love, there never was a magnetic preacher
who was not a resistless magnet for
scores of magnetic women. If you don't
believe It, watch how resistless is the i'm
pulse of all these good looking women to
shake hands with their preacher, and how
fondly they look at HIM across the pews
If the crowd is too dense to reach his
hand!"
A frown passed over her face, and she
WINGED at the thrust, yet her answer was
surprising question to him.
do you really believe in anything, AL
LAMP
"You ask that?" he said leaning closer
''You whose great dark eyes look through
a mans very soul?'
at begin to think have never seen
yours. I doubt If you have a soul"
''Well, what's the use of a soul?
can't satisfy the wants Of my bodyP'
Answer my question. Do you believe
in anything?"
"Yes," he replied, his voice sinking to a
tense whisper, 81 believe in woman,-in
love"
SIn woman?''
ayes, woman"
'You mean women" she sneered.
He started at her answer, looked intent
ly at her, and said deliberately:
81 mean you, the One Woman, the only
woman in the world to me-"
IT do not believe one word you have ut
tered, yet, I confess with shame. you have
always fascinated me-"
"Why with shame? You have but one
| life to live. The years pass. Even beauty
so rare as yours fades at last. The end
is the grave and worms Why dash from
your beautiful lips the cup of life when
ii is full to the brim?"
How skillfully you echo the dark
thoughts that fit on devil wings through
the soul, when we feel the bitterness OF
All6 > IdlluIcg us Guilt dOACNAOAo anu AAyS-
teries" she exclaimed, closing her eyes
for a moment and leaning back in her
chair.
you've often talked to me about the
necessity Of some sort of slavery for the
negro If he remain in America I begin
to believe that slavery is a necessity for
all women"
ST fail to see 1t, SIR
"All women are born slaves and choose
to remain so through life. 1t is curious
to see you, a proud imperious woman,
born of a race of unconquerable men,
staggering today under the chains of four
thousand years of conventional laws made
by the brute strength of men. And you,
If you struggle at all, beat your wings
against the bars that the slaveholding
male brute has built about your soul, fall
back at last and give UP to the will Of
your master. This, too, when you hold
in your simple will the key that would un-
lock your prison door and make you free.
It's pitlful sight.
How shrewd a tempter?'
There you are again. He who dares to
tell you that you. are Of yourself a living
human being, divinely free, is a tempter
from the devil! You are thinking about
eternity! Well, now is eternity. Live,
stand erect, take a deep breath, and dare
to be yourself and do what you please.
That is what I do. The future is a myth. "
boast" she quietly observed, 'it is the
freedom of lust. The return to nature
you dream of is simply the fall downward
into the dirt out of which a rational and
spiritual manhood has grown. feel and
know this In spite of your handsome
face and the fine ring of your voice."
'Dirtl Dirt! he unused. Yes, 1 was
in the dirt once, was born in it, the dirt
of poverty and superstition and fears of
laws here and hereafter. But awoke at
last, and shook it off, washed myself in
knowledge and stood erect. 1 am man
now, with the eye Of king, conscious
of my power. 1 look lying hypocritical
world in the face. 1 have made up my
mind to live my own life in spite of fools,
and in spite of the laws and conventions
of fools"
"And yet I believe you carry a horse
chestnut in your pocket, and will not I'M
dertake an important work on Friday?'
| she returned.
But never strangle a normal impulse
of my nature that can satisfy. / am
not that big fool, at least"
She was silent, and then said: II can
| never thank you enough for the book you
1 sent me-"
Mcleod sighed in relief at her change of
tone After all she was just tantalizing
| him.
"Then you liked it?" he cried with gilt
"I devoured every word with a greed
| you can not understand. A great man
| wrote it,
Then we can understand each other
better from today" he interrupted,
smilingly.
Eyes far better. You gave me this book
| hoping that it might influence my charac-
ter by destroying my ideal of love, didn't
| you, now frankly?"
Honestly. 1 did hope it would enamel
! pate you from superstitions."
cit has, she declared, but with Curl
Gus curve of her lip that chilled him.
what are you driving at?" he asked,
| suspiciously.
This book has given me the key that
/ unlocked for me. for the first time. the
| riddle of my physical being. 1t has shown
| me the physical basis of love, just as
! knew before there was a physical basis Of
| the soul"
what did you understand the book to
! teach?" he asked.
Simply that love is based in its ma
| terial life, on the lobe of the brain which
| develops at the base of a child's head near
the age of thirteen. That this lobe of the
! brain is the sex centre, and love is impos-
sible until 1t develops. That this centre of
new powers at the base of the skull is a
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