The Gay Rebellion. Chambers Robert William

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      "Do you think that men are going to stand for it?" yelled Sayre, waving his hands, "ordinary, decent, God-fearing, everyday young men like you and me? If this cataclysmic cult gains ground among American women – if these exasperating suffragettes really intend to carry out any such programme, everybody on earth will resemble everybody else – like those wax figures marked 'neat,' 'imported,' and 'nobby'! And I told Amourette that, too; but she wouldn't listen – she wouldn't lis – My God! Why am I bald?"

      He swung his arms like a pair of flails and advanced distractedly upon Langdon, who immediately retreated.

      "Come back here," he said. "I want to picture to you the horrors that are going on in your native land! You ought to know. You've got to know!"

      "Certainly, old man," quavered Langdon, keeping a tree between them. "But don't come any closer or I'll scream."

      "Do you think I'm nutty?"

      "Oh, not at all – not at all," said Langdon soothingly. "Probably the wafers disagreed with you."

      "Curtis, wouldn't it rock any man's equilibrium to fall head over heels in love with a girl inside of ten minutes? I merely ask you, man to man."

      "It sure would, dear friend – "

      "And then to see that divine girl almost ready to love you in return – see it perfectly, plainly? And have her tell you that she could learn to care for you if your hair wasn't so thin and you didn't wear eye-glasses? By Jinks! That was too much! I'll leave it to you —wasn't it?"

      Langdon swallowed hard and watched his friend fixedly.

      "And then," continued Sayre, grinding his teeth, "then she told me about Willett!"

      "Hey?"

      "Oh, the whole thing is knocked in the head from a newspaper standpoint. They've all written home. They're married – or on the point of it – "

      "What!"

      "But that isn't what bothers me. What do I care about this job, or any other job, since I've seen the only girl on earth that I could ever stay home nights for! And to think that she ran away from me and I'm never to see her again because I'm near-sighted and partly bald!"

      He waved his arms distractedly.

      "But, by the gods and demons!" he cried, "I'm not going to stand for her going hunting with that man-net! If she catches any insufferable pup in it I'll go insane!"

      Langdon's eyes rolled and he breathed heavily.

      "Old man," he ventured, kindly, "don't you think you'd better lie down and try to take a nice little nap – "

      Sayre instantly chased him around the tree and caught him.

      "Curt," he said savagely, "get over the idea that there's anything the matter with me mentally except love and righteous indignation. I am in love; and it hurts. I'm indignant, because those people are treating my sex with an outrageous and high-handed effrontery that would bring the blush of impotent rage to any masculine cheek!"

      "What people?" said the other warily. "You needn't answer till you get your wits back."

      "They're back, Curt; that twelve-foot fence of heavy elephant-proof wire which we noticed in the forest day before yesterday isn't the fencing to a game park. It encloses a thousand acres belonging to the New Race University. Did you know that?"

      "What's The New Race University?" asked Langdon, astonished.

      "You won't believe it – but, Curtis, it's a reservation for the – the p-p-propagation of a new and s-s-symmetrically p-p-proportioned race of g-g-god-like human beings! It's a deliberate attempt at cold-blooded scientific selection – an insult to every bald-headed, near-sighted, thin-shanked young man in the United States!"

      "William," said the other, coaxingly, "you had better lie down and let me make some wafer soup for you."

      "You listen to me. I'm getting calmer now. I want to tell you about these New Race women and their University and Amourette and Reginald Willett and the whole devilish business."

      "Is there – is there really such a thing, William? You would not tell me a bind like that just to make a goat of me, would you?"

      "No, I wouldn't. There is such a thing."

      "Did you see it?"

      "No, I – "

      "How do you know?"

      "Amourette told me – shamelessly, defiantly, adorably! It was organised in secret out of the most advanced and determined as well as the most healthy, vigorous, and physically beautiful of all the suffragettes in North America. One of their number happened to own a thousand acres here before the State took the rest for its park. And here they have come, dozens and dozens of them – to attend the first summer session of the New Race University."

      "Is – is there actually a University in these woods?"

      "There is."

      "Buildings?" demanded Langdon, amazed.

      "No, burrows. Isn't that the limit? Curt, believe me, they live in caves. It's their idea of being vigorous and simple and primitive. Their cult is the cave woman. They have classes; they study and recite and exercise and cook and play auction bridge. Their object is to hasten not only political enfranchisement, but the era of a physical and intellectual equality which will permit them to mate as they choose and people this republic with perfect progeny. Every girl there is pledged to mate only with the very pick of physical masculine perfection. Their pledge is to build up a new, god-like race on earth, which ultimately will dominate, crush out, survive, and replace all humanity which has become degenerate. Nothing mentally or physically or politically imperfect is permitted inside that wire fence. My eye-glasses bar me out; your shanks exclude you – also your politics, because you're a democrat."

      "That's monstrous!" exclaimed Langdon, indignantly.

      "More monstrous still, these disciples of the New Race movement are militant! Their audacity is unbelievable! Certain ones among them, adepts in woodcraft, have now begun to range this forest with nets. What do you think of that! And when they encounter a young fellow who agrees with the remorseless standard of perfection set up by the University, they stalk him and net him! They've got four so far. And now it's Amourette's turn to go out!"

      Langdon's teeth chattered.

      "W-w-what are they g-going to do with their captures?"

      "Marry them!"

      "Willett? And Carrick and – "

      "Yes. Isn't it awful, Curt?"

      "Was she the girl with the net in the photo? I mean, was that her hand?"

      "No; that was a friend of her's who bagged Willett. Amourette started out yesterday for the first time after – well, I suppose you'd call it 'big game.' She saw me, stalked me, got near enough to see my glasses, and let me go. And to-day, thinking that she might have been mistaken and that perhaps I only wore sun-glasses, she came back. But I was ass enough to take off my cap to her, and she saw my hair – saw where it wasn't – and that settled it."

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