Norton had ignored the scene between Helen and Tom and his stunned mind was making a desperate fight to prepare for the struggle that was inevitable.

The thing that gave him fresh courage was the promise the girl had repeated that she would go. Somehow he had grown to trust her implicitly. He hadn\'t time as yet to realize the pity and pathos of such a trust in such an hour. He simply believed that she would keep her word. He had to win his fight now with the boy without the surrender of his secret. Could he do it? It was doubtful, but he was going to try. His back was to the wall.

Tom took another step into the room and the father turned, drew his tall figure erect in an instinctive movement of sorrowful dignity and reserve and walked to the table.

All traces of anger had passed from the boy\'s handsome young face and a look of regret had taken its place. He began speaking very quietly and reverently:

"Now, Dad, we must face this thing. It\'s a tragedy for you perhaps——"

The father interrupted:

"How big a tragedy, my son, I hope that you may never know——"[Pg 400]

"Anyhow," Tom went on frankly, "I am ashamed of the way I acted. But you\'re a manly man and you can understand."

"Yes."

"I know that all you\'ve done is because you love me——"

"How deeply, you can never know."

"I\'m sorry if I forgot for a moment the respect I owe you, the reverence and love I hold for you—I\'ve always been proud of you, Dad—of your stainless name, of the birthright you have given me—you know this——"

"Yet it\'s good to hear you say it!"

"And now that I\'ve said this, you\'d as well know first as last that any argument about Helen is idle between us. I\'m not going to give up the woman I love!"

"Ah, my boy——"

Tom lifted his hand emphatically:

"It\'s no use! You needn\'t tell me that her blood is tainted—I don\'t believe it!"

The father came closer:

"You do believe it! In the first mad riot of passion you\'re only trying to fool yourself."

"It\'s unthinkable, I tell you! and I\'ve made my decision"—he paused a moment and then demanded: "How do you know her blood is tainted?"

The father answered firmly:

"I have the word both of her mother and father."

"Well, I won\'t take their word. Some natures are their own defense. On them no stain can rest, and I stake my life on Helen\'s!"

"My boy——"[Pg 401]

"Oh, I know what you\'re going to say—as a theory it\'s quite correct. But it\'s one thing to accept a theory, another to meet the thing in your own heart before God alone with your life in your hands."

"What do you mean by that?" the father asked savagely.

"That for the past hour I\'ve been doing some thinking on my own account."

"That\'s just what you haven\'t been doing. You haven\'t thought at all. If you had, you\'d know that you can\'t marry this girl. Come, come, my boy, remember that you have reason and because you have this power that\'s bigger than all passion, all desire, all impulse, you\'re a man, not a brute——"

"All right," the boy broke in excitedly, "submit it to reason! I\'ll stand the test—it\'s more than you can do. I love this girl—she\'s my mate. She loves me and I am hers. Haven\'t I taken my stand squarely on Nature and her highest law?"

"No!"

"What\'s higher? Social fictions—prejudices?"

The father lifted his head:

"Prejudices! You know as well as I that the white man\'s instinct of racial purity is not prejudice, but God\'s first law of life—the instinct of self-preservation! The lion does not mate with the jackal!"

The boy flushed angrily:

"The girl I love is as fair as you or I."

"Even so," was the quick reply, "we inherit ninety per cent. of character from our dead ancestors! Born of a single black progenitor, she is still a negress. Change every black skin in America to-morrow to the white of a lily and we\'d yet have ten million negroes—ten[Pg 402] million negroes whose blood relatives are living in Africa the life of a savage."

"Granted that what you say it true—and I refuse to believe it—I still have the right to live my own life in my own way."

"No man has the right to live life in his own way if by that way he imperil millions."

"And whom would I imperil?"

"The future American. No white man ever lived who desired to be a negro. Every negro longs to be a white man. No black man has ever added an iota to the knowledge of the world of any value to humanity. In Helen\'s body flows sixteen million tiny drops of blood—one million black—poisoned by the inheritance of thousands of years of savage cruelty, ignorance, slavery and superstition. The life of generations are bound up in you. In you are wrapt the onward years. Man\'s place in nature is no longer a myth. You are bound by the laws of heredity—laws that demand a nobler not a baser race of men! Shall we improve the breed of horses and degrade our men? You have no right to damn a child with such a legacy!"

"But I tell you I\'m not trying to—I refuse to see in her this stain!"

The father strode angrily to the other side of the room in an effort to control his feelings:

"Because you refuse to think, my boy!" he cried in agony. "I tell you, you can\'t defy these laws! They are eternal—never new, never old—true a thousand years ago, to-day, to-morrow and on a million years, when this earth is thrown, a burnt cinder, into God\'s dust heap. I can\'t tell you what I feel—it strangles me!"[Pg 403]

"No, and I can\'t understand it. I feel one thing, the touch of the hand of the woman I love; hear one thing, the music of her voice——"

"And in that voice, my boy, I hear the crooning of a savage mother! But yesterday our negroes were brought here from the West Soudan, black, chattering savages, nearer the anthropoid ape than any other living creature. And you would dare give to a child such a mother? Who is this dusky figure of the forest with whom you would cross your blood? In old Andy there you see him to-day, a creature half child, half animal. For thousands of years beyond the seas he stole his food, worked his wife, sold his child, and ate his brother—great God, could any tragedy be more hideous than our degradation at last to his racial level!"

"It can\'t happen! It\'s a myth!"

"It\'s the most dangerous thing that threatens the future!" the father cried with desperate earnestness. "A pint of ink can make black gallons of water. The barriers once down, ten million negroes can poison the source of life and character for a hundred million whites. This nation is great for one reason only—because of the breed of men who created the Republic! Oh, my boy, when you look on these walls at your fathers, don\'t you see this, don\'t you feel this, don\'t you know this?"

Tom shook his head:

"To-night I feel and know one thing. I love her! We don\'t choose whom we love——"

"Ah, but if we are more than animals, if we reason, we do choose whom we marry! Marriage is not merely a question of personal whim, impulse or passion. It\'s the one divine law on which human society rests. There[Pg 404] are always men who hear the call of the Beast and fall below their ideals, who trail the divine standards of life in the dust as they slink under the cover of night——"

"At least, I\'m not trying to do that!"

"No, worse! You would trample them under your feet at noon in defiance of the laws of man and God! You\'re insane for the moment. You\'re mad with passion. You\'re not really listening to me at all—I feel it!"

"Perhaps I\'m not——"

"Yet you don\'t question the truth of what I\'ve said. You can\'t question it. You just stand here blind and maddened by desire, while I beg and plead, saying in your heart: \'I want this woman and I\'m going to have her.\' You\'ve never faced the question that she\'s a negress—you can\'t face it, and yet I tell you that I know it\'s true!"

The boy turned on his father and studied him angrily for a moment, his blue eyes burning into his, his face flushed and his lips curled with the slightest touch of incredulity:

"And do you really believe all you\'ve been saying to me?"

"As I believe in God!"

With a quick, angry gesture he faced his father:

"Well, you\'ve had a mighty poor way of showing it! If you really believed all you\'ve been saying to me, you wouldn\'t stop to eat or sleep until every negro is removed from physical contact with the white race. And yet on the day that I was born you placed me in the arms of a negress! The first human face on which I looked was hers. I grew at her breast. You let her[Pg 405] love me and teach me to love her. You keep only negro servants. I grow up with them, fall into their lazy ways, laugh at their antics and see life through their eyes, and now that my life touches theirs at a thousand points of contact, you tell me that we must live together and yet a gulf separates us! Why haven\'t you realized this before? If what you say about Helen is true, in God\'s name—I ask it out of a heart quivering with anguish—why haven\'t you realized it before? I demand an answer! I have the right to know!"

Norton\'s head was lowered while the boy poured out his passionate protest and he lifted it at the end with a look of despair:

"You have the right to know, my boy. But the South has not a valid answer to your cry. The Negro is not here by my act or will, and their continued presence is a constant threat against our civilization. Equality is the law of life and we dare not grant it to the negro unless we are willing to descend to his racial level. We cannot lift him to ours. This truth forced me into a new life purpose twenty years ago. The campaign I have just fought and won is the first step in a larger movement to find an answer to your question in the complete separation of the races—and nothing is surer than that the South will maintain the purity of her home! It\'s as fixed as her faith in God!"

The boy was quiet a moment and looked at the tall figure with a queer expression:

"Has she maintained it?"

"Yes."

"Is her home life clean?"

"Yes."[Pg 406]

"And these millions of children born in the shadows—these mulattoes?"

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