<h2>XIX</h2>
<p class="epigram"><br/>
For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two.<br/>
<br/>
<span class="smcap">Kipling.</span><br/></p>
<p> <span class="pagenum">[pg. 256]</span></p>
<p> <span class="pagenum">[pg. 257]</span></p>
<p>"Do you remember the name of that man we knew," said Adam one day,
"who wrote a book to prove the immortality of the body? He did prove
that various people had lived well on to two hundred years. If we were
sure of that, we might get the earth very fairly started."</p>
<p>Robin laughed. "We are not apparently growing any older," she said;
"but we can hardly count on more than a hundred years each."</p>
<p>"There is one thing you haven't taken into consideration," said
Adam. "Our children would be several thousand years ahead of the
original children of the Garden; they would be further along than you
and I in a good many ways."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[pg. 258]</span>"No," she said, "I haven't
forgotten, but I do not know how much of a load they would bring with
them into the world. We called it heredity, the Hindoos called it
karma, and, though that is different, educators called it the
recapitulation theory."</p>
<p>Adam shook his head. "I understand heredity," he said, "but karma
and recapitulation are too much for me."</p>
<p>"Karma is our heritage from former existences," she answered, "that
may have been lived here or elsewhere. It is the sum of our past, good
and bad. It is based on a belief in reincarnation, and it is the law
that whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap. It is justice
untempered by mercy, and it is at variance with the doctrine of
vicarious atonement, though one may believe it and worship Christ as
<span class="pagenum">[pg. 259]</span>the highest type of love the
world has ever known. Naturally, it does not appeal to the people who
are willing to let some one bear the cross for them, and yet I have
wondered whether, if we were sure we should not gather figs from
thistles, we should sow the thistles so freely. The recapitulation
theory makes the child pass through the evolutionary stages of the
nation or nations he represents. It has a kind of seven ages of man of
its own, and brings him down through all phases,—the savage, the
hunter, the explorer, the conqueror, the builder. I don't pretend
fully to understand it. I heard one of its ablest exponents say once,
'The soul of the German nation is in the German boy.' Heredity curses
or blesses, sometimes both. Before any of these theories prospective
parents might well hesitate."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum">[pg. 260]</span>"Which do you believe?" asked
Adam, curiously.</p>
<p>She reflected a moment. "A little of all three; not all of any of
them; one would have to be a profound student to understand fully what
their adherents claim for them. Heredity plays strange freaks now and
then. It is easier to account for Abraham Lincoln by the second theory
than by either of the others. His shiftless, untidy mother and
commonplace father do not explain such a soul as his; nor was there
any reversion in his childhood to the original savage instincts that
make children dismember grasshoppers—rather the reverse. I like
better to think that, like that other Deliverer, who was a man of
sorrows and acquainted with grief, he came to do the will of his and
our Father which art in heaven,—came <span class="pagenum">[pg.
261]</span>gladly, freely, knowing the end from the beginning."</p>
<p>Adam sat up suddenly and looked at her with startled eyes. "Then
you think—you mean—you don't believe—surely you
don't believe we have anything to do with our coming here?"</p>
<p>She smiled. "Surely I do. Our coming is sad enough when we do it
voluntarily. It would be quite intolerable to have existence thrust
upon us. Besides, it seems blasphemous to me to believe that God has
given to every human being the power to bestow an eternal existence.
The responsibility is great enough when it is simply a matter of so
living that noble souls may seek to be born of us, and undertaking to
give them sound minds and bodies."</p>
<p>Adam looked unconvinced and <span class="pagenum">[pg.
262]</span>troubled. "Where on earth did you get all that?" he
asked.</p>
<p>"Well, it is to my mind only an elaboration of Descartes' 'I think,
therefore I am.' I am, presupposes that I have been, and will be. If
you can't destroy one drop of water, you can't destroy me. If you drop
the water on red-hot iron, it instantly becomes an imperceptible mist,
the mere ghost of itself, but it will ultimately become fluid again.
It seems to me that the scientific fact gives a sound basis for the
psychologic probability."</p>
<p>"But think of all the miserable human beings born daily. Do you
think any one would choose such surroundings?"</p>
<p>"You and I never wanted to go anywhere badly enough to crowd
ourselves under the cow-catcher, or upon the trucks, but there were
those who did. <span class="pagenum">[pg. 263]</span>We didn't want to
see the parade badly enough to stand on the street corner for hours;
but you worked your way through college, and we have both sat in the
top gallery to hear 'Tannh�user.' We were willing to put up with the
whips and scorns, which is another way of saying the garlic and
tobacco, for the sake of the music. In any event the experiment was of
brief duration. No one gets more than a fragment in an ordinary
lifetime."</p>
<p>"If you think that," said Adam, "I can't see that there is any
responsibility about it. We should not thrust life on any one."</p>
<p>"True," she assented. "Your position is unassailable, but still it
seems to me the responsibility remains. In the first place, granting
that my hypothesis is true, how can we tell
whether <span class="pagenum">[pg. 264]</span>to live is gain? How do
we know that the next generation would be better and stronger than we
are? Moreover, I only give this to you as my idea. I do not say it is
true; I believe it to be so, but I do not know anything whatsoever
about it. I can't prove it, and it may be transcendental rubbish. I
rather imagine you think it is."</p>
<p>"Not exactly that," he said, coloring and laughing, "but certainly
it is rather amazing when one hears it for the first time. I daresay I
shall come to believe it too. So far as I can see, you are about as
unorthodox as I am."</p>
<p>"I have times of relapse," she said. "Then I think we are being
tempted like the first Adam and Eve. They were commanded to multiply
and reign. You and I wouldn't ask anything <span class="pagenum">[pg.
265]</span>better, but as a rule one's duty is not attractive. It
seems to me just as likely that we are to prove that the lesson is
learned, and a man and woman may love each other unselfishly and
nobly, foregoing their own desires to save others. Under the old
dispensation it was said, 'Greater love hath no man than this;' is it
not possible now that the greatest love is that which lays down its
life untransmitted? If Christ could pray that the cup of suffering and
death might pass from Him, dare we press the bitter draught of being
to other lips?"</p>
<p>"Dare we dash the full goblet of joy and opportunity from them?"
asked Adam, gravely.</p>
<p>"I wish I knew," she said. "I wish I knew!"</p>
<p>"Have you ever thought what it will mean," he said, "if we adopt
the <span class="pagenum">[pg. 266]</span>other alternative? Have you
thought of the desolation and loneliness of growing old and helpless
and finally—" He stopped, and she threw out her hands as if to
ward off the thoughts he called before her.</p>
<p>"Oh, yes, yes, I have thought, and it is terrible. I keep
remembering a picture I saw in the French Exhibit. It was of a man and
a woman; the woman was dead, and he had dug her grave, his broken
sword lay at his side, and he had wrapped her in his coat, and begun
to cover her over. He could not go on, and knelt, looking at her with
a despair on his face that has haunted me ever since. The name, Manon
Lescaut, meant nothing to me then, but the story of the picture was
enough by itself. All last year I kept seeing that terrible picture.
Sometimes <span class="pagenum">[pg. 267]</span>it was you, sometimes
it was I, that dug the grave and went mad looking into it."</p>
<p>"I should not bury you," said Adam, grimly. "I should carry you to
the cliff and take you in my arms and jump. The sea is deep and cruel
there."</p>
<p>"Sometimes," she hesitated a moment, then went on,—"sometimes
I think that would be the best way for us now, I mean if we decide we
have no right to be happy in the old way; for I should be afraid we
could not always be strong."</p>
<p>"Very well," he answered; "when we decide, it shall be literally
life or death."</p>
<p> <span class="pagenum">[pg. 268]</span></p>
<p> <span class="pagenum">[pg. 269]</span></p>
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