The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1922-12-27
Thought for
the New Year
By Charlotte Perkins Cilman
in the New York Sun
70 storks were nesting.

W. ~ ~ A0hAAAEe
He vas a young stOrk-and
n narrow-minded. Before he mar
ried he had cOnsOrted mainly with
striplings of his own kind and had
given no thought to the ladies, either
maid or matrOn.
After he married his attention was
concentrated upon his All-Satisfying
Wife; upon that Triumph of Art, La
Dor and LOve-their Nest, and upon
those Special CreatiOns-their Chill
dren. Deeply was he moved by the
marvellous instincts and processes Of
motherhood. Love, reverence, intense
admiration. rose in his heart for Her Of
the Well-Built Nest; Her Of the Clean
ing Treasure of Smooth Eggs; Her Of
the Patient Brooding Breast, the
Warming Wings, the downy wide
mouth Group of Little Ones.
A~ssiduOusly he labOred to help her
build the nest, to help her feed the
young. Proud of his impassioned ac-
tivity In her and their behalf, devOutly
he performed his share Of the brOoding
while she hunted In her turn. When
he was awning he thought continually
Of Her as one with the Bro0d-His
Brood. When he was on the nest he
thought all the more Of Her, who sat
there so long, so lovingly, to such noble
ends.
The happy days flew by, fair Spring
sweet Summer-gentle Autumn. The
young ones grew larger and larger; il
was more and more work to keep their
lengthening, widening beaks shut In
cOntentment. Both parents few far
afield to feed them.
Then the days grew shorter, the sky
a the wind colder; there was
large hunting and small success. In
his dreams he began to see sunshine,
broad. burning sunshine day after day
skies of limitlesS blue dark, deep yet
full of fire; and stretches Of bright
water, shallow, warm, fringed with tall
reeds and rushes, teeming with fat
frogs.
They we're in her dreams, too, but he
did not know that.
He stretched his wings and flew
NnNA CNEAN uuN uuL Ano Wigs WClC
not satisfied. In his dreams came a
sense of vast heights and bOundless
spaces of the earth streaming away
beneath him black water and white
land, gray water and brown land, blue
water and green land, all flowing back
ward from day to day, while the cold
lesSened and the warmth grew.
He felt the empty sparkling nights,
stars far above, ~quivering, burning
stars far below, quivering more in the
dark water and felt his great wings,
wide, strong, all sufficient, carrying him
on and on.
% This was in her dreams, too, but he
did not know that.
ut is time to go!" he cried one day.
"They are coming! 1t is upon us!
Yes-I must go! GOOd-by, my wife !
GOOd-by, my children" For the Pas
sion Of Wings was upon him.
She was stirred to the heart. Eyes,
1t is time to gO!" she cried. 81 am
ready! Come"
He was shocked, grieved, astOnished.
"Why, my dear" he said. "How pre-
pOsterOus! You cannot go on the
Great Flight! Your wings are for
brOOding tender little ones! Your body
Is for the Wonder Of the Cleaning
Treasure not for days and nights Of
~ceaseless soaringl You cannot gov'
She did not heed him. She spread
her wide wings and swept and circled
far and high above-as, in truth, she
had been doing for many days, though
he had not noticed ii.
She dropped to the ridge-pOle beside
him where he was still muttering OBJ
jectiOns. "Is it not glorious ~ she cried.
"COme! They are nearly ready"
"YOu Unnatural Mother - ne burst
forth. You have forgotten the Order
of Nature! You have forgotten your
Children! Your loving, precious. ten
der. helpless Little Ones!" And he
wept-for his highest ideals were shat
tered.
In a row on the r~idge-pOle and tapped
their strong young wings in nigh de
rision. They were as big as he was
nearly for as a matter of fact he wa
but a Young Stork himself.
Then the air was beaten white wit
a thousand wings; 1t was like snoV
and silver and sea-fOam there was
flashing, whirlwind, a hurricane @
wild Joy, and then the Army of the SIX
spread wide In due array, and streame
Southwark.
Full Of remembered Joy and NOR
joyous hope, finding the high sunligf
better than her dreams, she sweT
away to the far summer-land; and hs
children, mad with the happiness
the First Flight, swept beside her.
"But you are a Mother" ne pante
as he caught up with them.
"Yes" she cried ~joyously, but
was a Stork before I was a Mother
and Afterward-and All the Timer"
And the Storks we're Flying.