<h2 id="Chapter_4">Chapter 4.<br/> <small> ELODIA. </small></h2>
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<div class="verse00">“If to her lot some female errors fall,</div>
<div class="verse00">Look to her face and you’ll forget them all.”</div>
<div class="verse16">—<span class="smcap">Pope.</span></div>
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<p>My contempt for Elodia vanished at the first intimation of her
presence. I had expected to meet her with an air of cold superiority,
but when she entered the dining-room that evening with her usual
careless aplomb, the glance with which she favored me reduced me to my
customary attitude toward her,—that of unquestioning admiration. Our
physical nature is weak, and this woman dominated my senses
completely, with her beauty, with her melodious voice, her singular
magnetic attraction, and every casual expression of her face.</p>
<p>On that particular evening, her dress was more than ordinarily
becoming, I thought.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89">[Pg 89]</SPAN></span> She had left off some of the draperies she
usually wore about her shoulders, and her round, perfect waist was
more fully disclosed in outline. She was somewhat pale, and her eyes
seemed larger and darker than their wont, and had deeper shadows. And
a certain air of languor that hung about her was an added grace. She
had, however, recovered sufficiently from the dissipations of the day
before to make herself uncommonly agreeable, and I never felt in a
greater degree the charm and stimulus of her presence and
conversation.</p>
<p>After dinner she preceded us into the parlor,—which was unusual, for
she was always too sparing of her society, and the most we saw of her
was at dinner or luncheon time,—and crossed over to an alcove where
stood a large and costly harp whose strings she knew well how to
thrum.</p>
<p>“Elodia, you have never sung for our friend,” said Severnius.</p>
<p>She shook her head, and letting her eyes rest upon me
half-unconsciously—almost as if I were not there in fact, for she had
a peculiar way of looking at you without actually<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90">[Pg 90]</SPAN></span> seeing you,—she
went on picking out the air she had started to play. I subjoined a
beseeching look to her brother’s suggestive remark, but was not sure
she noted it. But presently she began to sing and I dropped into a
chair and sat spell-bound. Her voice was sweet, with a quality that
stirred unwonted feelings; but it was not that alone. As she stood
there in the majesty of her gracious womanhood, her exquisite figure
showing at its best, her eyes uplifted and a something that meant
power radiating from her whole being, I felt that, do what she might,
she was still the grandest creature in that world to me!</p>
<p>Soon after she had finished her song, while I was still in the thrall
of it, a servant entered the room with a packet for Severnius, who
opened and read it with evident surprise and delight.</p>
<p>“Elodia!” he cried, “those friends of mine, those Caskians from
Lunismar, are coming to make us a visit.”</p>
<p>“Indeed!” she answered, without much enthusiasm, and Severnius turned
to me.</p>
<p>“It is on your account, my friend, that I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91">[Pg 91]</SPAN></span> am to be indebted to them
for this great pleasure,” he explained.</p>
<p>“On my account?” said I.</p>
<p>“Yes, they have heard about you, and are extremely anxious to make
your acquaintance?”</p>
<p>“They must be,” said Elodia, “to care to travel a thousand miles or so
in order to do it.”</p>
<p>“Who are they, pray?” I asked.</p>
<p>“They are a people so extraordinarily good,” she said with a laugh,
“so refined and sublimated, that they cast no shadow in the sun.”</p>
<p>Severnius gave her a look of mild protest.</p>
<p>“They are a race exactly like ourselves, outwardly,” he said, “who
inhabit a mountainous and very picturesque country called Caskia, in
the northern part of this continent.”</p>
<p>“O, that is where the Perfect Pair came from,” I rejoined, remembering
what he had told me about Man’s origin on Mars.</p>
<p>Elodia smiled. “Has Severnius been entertaining you with our religious
fables?” she asked. I glanced at him and saw that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92">[Pg 92]</SPAN></span> he had not heard;
he was finishing his letter.</p>
<p>“You will be interested in these Caskians,” he said to me animatedly
as he folded it up; “I was. I spent some months in Lunismar, their
capital, once, studying. They have rare facilities for reading the
heavens there,—I mean of their own contrivance,—beside their natural
advantages; their high altitude and the clearness of the air.”</p>
<p>“And they name themselves after the planetoids and other heavenly
bodies,” interjected Elodia, “because they live so near the stars.
What is the name of the superlative creature you were so charmed with,
Severnius?”</p>
<p>“I suppose you mean my friend Calypso’s wife, Clytia,” returned he.</p>
<p>“O, yes, I remember,—Clytia. Is she to favor us?”</p>
<p>“Yes, and her husband and several others.”</p>
<p>“Any other women?”</p>
<p>“One or two, I think.”</p>
<p>“And how are we to conduct ourselves during the visitation?”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93">[Pg 93]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“As we always do; you will not find that they will put any constraint
upon you.”</p>
<p>“No, hardly,” said Elodia, with a slight curl of the lip.</p>
<p>I was eager to hear more about these singular people,—the more eager,
perhaps, because the thought of them seemed to arouse Elodia to an
unwonted degree of feeling and interest. Her eyes glowed intensely,
and the color flamed brightly in her cheeks.</p>
<p>I pressed a question or two upon Severnius, and he responded:</p>
<p>“According to the traditions and annals of the Caskians, they began
many thousands of years ago to train themselves toward the highest
culture and most perfect development of which mankind is capable.
Their aim was nothing short of the Ideal, and they believed that the
ideal was possible. It took many centuries to counteract and finally
to eradicate hereditary evils, but their courage and perseverance did
not give way, and they triumphed. They have dropped the baser natural
propensities—”</p>
<p>“As, in the course of evolution, it is said,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94">[Pg 94]</SPAN></span> certain species of
animals dropped their tails to become Man,” interrupted Elodia.</p>
<p>She rose from the divan on which she had gracefully disposed herself
when she quit playing, and glided from the room, sweeping a bow to us
as she vanished, before Severnius or I could interpose an objection to
her leaving us. Although there was never any appearance of haste in
her manner, she had a swift celerity of movement which made it
impossible to anticipate her intention.</p>
<p>Severnius, however, did not care to interpose an objection, I think.
He felt somewhat hurt by her sarcastic comments upon his friends, and
he expanded more after she had gone.</p>
<p>“You must certainly visit Lunismar before you leave Mars,” he said.
“You will feel well repaid for the trouble. It is a beautiful city,
wonderful in its cleanness, in its dearth of poverty and squalor, and
in the purity and elevation of its social tone. I think you will wish
you might live there always.”</p>
<p>There seemed to be a regret in his voice, and I asked:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95">[Pg 95]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Why did not you remain there?”</p>
<p>“Because of my sister,” he answered.</p>
<p>“But she will marry, doubtless.” For some occult reason I hung upon
his reply to this. He shook his head.</p>
<p>“I do not think she will,” he said. “And she and I are all that are
left of our family.”</p>
<p>“She does not like,—or she does not believe in these Caskians?” I
hoped he would contradict me, and he did. I had come to found my
judgments of people and of things upon Elodia’s, even against the
testimony of my reason. If she disapproved of her brother’s
extraordinary friends and thought them an impossible people, why,
then, I knew I should have misgivings of them, too; and I wanted to
believe in them, not only on Severnius’ account, but because they
presented a curious study in psychology.</p>
<p>“O, yes, she does,” he said. “She thinks that their principles and
their lives are all right for themselves, but would not be for her—or
for us; and our adoption of them would be simply apish. She is
genuine, and she detests imitation. She accepts herself—as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96">[Pg 96]</SPAN></span> she puts
it—as she found herself. God, who made all things, created her upon a
certain plane of life, and with certain tastes, faculties, passions
and propensities, and that it is not her office to disturb or distort
the order of His economy.”</p>
<p>“She does not argue thus in earnest,” I deprecated.</p>
<p>“It is difficult to tell when Elodia is in earnest,” he replied. “She
thinks my sanctuary in the top story of the house here, is a kind of
weakness, because I brought the idea from Lunismar.”</p>
<p>“O, then, it is not common here in Thursia for people to have things
of that sort in their homes!” I said in surprise.</p>
<p>“Yes, it has gotten to be rather common,” he replied.</p>
<p>“Since you put in yours?”</p>
<p>He admitted that to be the case.</p>
<p>“You must think that you have done your country a great good,” I began
enthusiastically, “in introducing so beautiful an innovation, and—”</p>
<p>“You are mistaken,” he interrupted, “I think the contrary; because our
rich people,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_97">[Pg 97]</SPAN></span> and some who are not rich but only ambitious, took it up
as a fad, and I believe it has really worked evil. It is considered
aristocratic to have one’s own private shrine, and not to go to church
at all except in condescension, to patronize the masses. Elodia saw
clearly just how it would be, before I began to carry out my plan. She
has a logical mind, and her thought travels from one sequence to the
next with unfailing accuracy. I recall her saying that one cannot
superinduce the customs and habits of one society upon another of a
different order, without affectation; and that you cannot put on a new
religion, like a new garment, and feel yourself free in it.”</p>
<p>“Does she not believe, then, in progress, development?”</p>
<p>“Only along the familiar lines. She thinks you can reach outward and
upward from your natural environment, but you must not tear yourself
out of it with violence. However, she admitted that my sanctuary was
well enough for me, because of my having lived among the Caskians and
studied their sublime ethics until I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98">[Pg 98]</SPAN></span> grew into the meanings of them.
But no person can take them second-hand from me, because I could not
bring away with me the inexpressible something which holds those
people together in a perfect Unit. I can go to Caskia and catch the
spirit of their religion, but I cannot bring Caskia here. It was a
mistake in so far as my neighbors are concerned, since they only see
in it, as I have said, a new fashion, a new diversion for their
ennuied thoughts.”</p>
<p>“What is there peculiar about the religion of those people?” I asked.</p>
<p>“The most peculiar thing about it is that they live it, rather than
profess it,” he replied.</p>
<p>“I don’t think I understand,” said I, and after a moment’s
consideration of the matter in his own mind, he tried to make his
meaning clear to me.</p>
<p>“Do you often hear an upright man professing his honesty? It is a part
of himself. He is so free of the law which enjoins honesty that he
never gives it a thought. So with the man who is truly religious, he
has flung off the harness and no longer<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99">[Pg 99]</SPAN></span> needs to guide himself by bit
and rein, or measure his conduct by the written code. My friends, the
Caskians, have emancipated themselves from the thraldom of the law by
absorbing its principles into themselves. It was like seed sown in the
ground, the germs burst from the husk and shot upward; they are
enjoying the flower and the fruit. That which all nations and peoples,
and all individuals, prize and desire above everything else in life,
is liberty. But I have seen few here in Paleveria who have any
conception of the vast spiritual meanings of the word. We limit it to
the physical; we say ‘personal’ liberty, as though that were all. You
admire the man of high courage, because in that one thing he is free.
So with all the virtues, named and unnamable; he is greatest who has
loosed himself the most, who weighs anchor and sails away triumphant
and free. But this is but a general picture of the Caskians; let me
particularize: we are forbidden to steal, by both our civil and
religious canons,—the coarseness of such a command would offend them
as much as a direct charge of theft would<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_100">[Pg 100]</SPAN></span> offend you or myself, so
exquisite is their sense of the rights of others, not only in the
matter of property but in a thousand subtle ways. Robbery in any form
is impossible with them. They would think it a crying sin for one to
take the slightest advantage of another,—nay, to neglect an
opportunity to assist another in the accomplishment of his rightful
purpose would be criminal. We, here on Mars, and you upon the Earth,
have discovered very sensitive elements in nature; they have
discovered the same in their own souls. Their perceptions are
singularly acute, their touch upon each other’s lives finely delicate.
In this respect we compare with them as the rude blacksmith compares
with the worker in precious metals.”</p>
<p>“But do they also concern themselves with science?” I asked.</p>
<p>“Assuredly,” he answered. “Their inventions are remarkable, their
methods infinitely superior to ours. They believe in the triple
nature,—the spiritual, the intellectual, and the physical,—and take
equal pains in the development and culture of all.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_101">[Pg 101]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“How wonderful!” I said, remembering that upon the Earth we have waves
of culture breaking over the land from time to time, spasmodic, and
never the same; to-day it may be physical, to-morrow intellectual, and
by-and-by a superfine spiritual bloom. But, whichever it is, it
sacrifices the other two and makes itself supreme.</p>
<p>Severnius went on. As he proceeded, I was struck by the fact that the
principles of our Christian civilization formed the basis of
Paleverian law.</p>
<p>“I wanted to give you some other instances,” he said, “of the
‘peculiarities’ of the Caskians, as we started out with calling them.
There is a law with us against bearing false witness; they hold each
other in such honor and in such tenderness, that the command is an
idle breath. There is nothing mawkish or sentimental about this,
however; they, in fact, make no virtue of it, any more than you or I
make a virtue of the things we do habitually—perhaps from unanalyzed
motives of policy. You would not strike a man if you knew he would hit
back and hurt you worse than he himself<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_102">[Pg 102]</SPAN></span> was hurt; well, these people
have sensibilities so finely developed, that a wrong done to another
reacts upon themselves with exquisite suffering. The law and its
penalties are both unseen forces, operating on an internal not an
external plane. With us, the authority which declares, ‘Thou shalt not
commit adultery,’ becomes powerless at the threshold of marriage. Like
other such laws which hold us together in an outward appearance of
decency and good order, it is a dead letter to them up to the point
where we drop and trample upon it; here they take it up and carry it
into their inmost lives and thoughts in a way almost too fine for us
to comprehend. Because we have never so much as dreamed of catching
the spirit of that law.”</p>
<p>“What do you mean?” I demanded, with a wide stare.</p>
<p>“Why, that marriage does not sanction lust. The Caskians hold that the
exercise of the procreative faculty is a divine function, and should
never be debased to mere animal indulgence. It has been said upon
Divine Authority—as we believe—that if<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_103">[Pg 103]</SPAN></span> a man look upon a woman to
lust after her, he has committed adultery in his heart. The Caskians
interpret that to mean a man’s wife, the same as any other woman,
because—they hold—one who owes his being to lust and passion
naturally inherits the evil and the curse, just as surely as though
wedlock had not concealed the crime. Their children are conceived in
immaculate purity.”</p>
<p>My look of prolonged amazement called out the usual question:</p>
<p>“Have you no such class in any of your highly civilized countries?”</p>
<p>“No, I think not. With us, children do not come in answer to an
intelligent desire for their existence, but are too often simply the
result of indulgence, and so unwelcome that their pre-natal life is
overshadowed by sorrow and crime.”</p>
<p>“Well,” said he, “it is the same here; our people believe that
conception without lust is an impossibility in nature, and that
instances of it are supernatural. And certainly it is incredible
unless your mind can grasp the problem, or rather the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104">[Pg 104]</SPAN></span> great fact, of
a people engaged for centuries in eliminating the purely animal
instincts from their consciousness.”</p>
<p>After a moment he added:</p>
<p>“In Caskia it would be considered shocking if a pair contemplating
marriage were to provide themselves with only one suite of rooms, to
be shared together day and night. Even the humblest people have their
respective apartments; they think such separateness is absolutely
essential to the perfect development of the individual,—for in the
main we each must stand alone,—and to the preservation of moral
dignity, and the fine sentiment and mutual respect which are almost
certain to be lost in the lawlessness of undue familiarity. The
relation between my friend Calypso and his wife is the finest thing I
ever saw; they are lovers on the highest plane. It would be an
impossibility for either of them to say or do a coarse or improper
thing in the other’s presence, or to presume, in any of the
innumerable ways you and I are familiar with in our observations of
husbands and wives, upon the marriage bond existing between<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105">[Pg 105]</SPAN></span> them.
This matter of animal passion,” he went on, after a little pause, “has
been at the bottom of untold crimes, and unnumbered miseries, in our
land. I doubt if any other one thing has been prolific of more or
greater evils,—even the greed of wealth. Men, and women, too, have
sacrificed kingdoms for it, have bartered their souls for it.
Countless homes have been desolated because of it, countless lives and
hearts have been laid on its guilty altar. We ostracize the bastard;
he is no more impure than the offspring of legalized licentiousness,
and the law which protects the one and despises the other, cannot
discriminate in the matter of after effects, cannot annul or enforce
the curse of heredity. With these people the law of chastity is graven
in the inmost heart, and in this matter, as in all others, each
generation acknowledges its obligation to the next.”</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106">[Pg 106]</SPAN></span></p>
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