They were not beings, they were relations and these relations were enfilmed with mystery and secrecy.  We did not know the truth or believe it when we heard it.  Motherhood!  What was it?  We did not know or greatly care.  My mother and I were good chums.  I liked her.  After she was dead I loved her with a fierce sense of personal loss.

Inez was a pretty, brown cousin who married.  What was marriage?  We did not know, neither did she, poor thing!  It came to mean for her a litter of children, poverty, a drunken, cruel companion, sickness, and death.  Why?

There was no sweeter sight than Emma,—­slim, straight, and dainty, darkly flushed with the passion of youth; but her life was a wild, awful struggle to crush her natural, fierce joy of love.  She crushed it and became a cold, calculating mockery.

Last there was that awful outcast of the town, the white woman, Ide Fuller.  What she was, we did not know.  She stood to us as embodied filth and wrong,—­but whose filth, whose wrong?

Grown up I see the problem of these women transfused; I hear all about me the unanswered call of youthful love, none the less glorious because of its clean, honest, physical passion.  Why unanswered?  Because the youth are too poor to marry or if they marry, too poor to have children.  They turn aside, then, in three directions:  to marry for support, to what men call shame, or to that which is more evil than nothing.  It is an unendurable paradox; it must be changed or the bases of culture will totter and fall.

The world wants healthy babies and intelligent workers.  Today we refuse to allow the combination and force thousands of intelligent workers to go childless at a horrible expenditure of moral force, or we damn them if they break our idiotic conventions.  Only at the sacrifice of intelligence and the chance to do their best work can the majority of modern women bear children.  This is the damnation of women.

All womanhood is hampered today because the world on which it is emerging is a world that tries to worship both virgins and mothers and in the end despises motherhood and despoils virgins.

The future woman must have a life work and economic independence.  She must have knowledge.  She must have the right of motherhood at her own discretion.  The present mincing horror at free womanhood must pass if we are ever to be rid of the bestiality of free manhood; not by guarding the weak in weakness do we gain strength, but by making weakness free and strong.

The world must choose the free woman or the white wraith of the prostitute.  Today it wavers between the prostitute and the nun.  Civilization must show two things:  the glory and beauty of creating life and the need and duty of power and intelligence.  This and this only will make the perfect marriage of love and work.

    God is Love,
    Love is God;
    There is no God but Love
    And Work is His Prophet!