The Crux

The Crux
A Novel
By Charlotte Perkins Gilman

CHARLTON COMPANY
NEW YORK
1911
Copyright 1911 by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
THE CO-OPERATIVE PRESS, 15 SPRUCE STREET. NEW YORK

PREFACE
THIS story is, first, for young women to read; second, for young men
to read; after that, for anybody who wants to. Anyone who doubts its
facts and figures is referred to "Social Diseases and Marriage," by Dr.
Prince Morrow, or to "Hygiene and Morality," by Miss Lavinia Dock, a
trained nurse of long experience.
Some will hold that the painful facts disclosed are unfit for young girls
to know. Young girls are precisely the ones who must know them, in
order that they may protect themselves and their children to come. The
time to know of danger is before it is too late to avoid it.
If some say "Innocence is the greatest charm of young girls," the
answer is, "What good does it do them?"

CONTENTS
I. THE BACK WAY
II. BAINYILLE EFFECTS
III. THE OUTBREAK
IV. TRANSPLANTED
V. CONTRASTS
VI. NEW FRIENDS AND OLD
VII. SIDE LIGHTS
VIII. A MIXTURE
IX. CONSEQUENCES
X. DETERMINATION
XI. THEREAFTER
XII. ACHIEVEMENTS

Who should know but the woman? The young wife-to-be?
Whose whole life hangs on the choice;
To her the ruin, the misery;
To her, the deciding voice.
Who should know but the woman? The mother-to-be?
Guardian, Giver, and Guide;

If she may not foreknow, forejudge and foresee,
What safety has childhood beside?
Who should know but the woman? The girl in her youth?
The hour of the warning is then,
That, strong in her knowledge and free in her truth,
She may build a new race of new men.
CHAPTER I
THE BACK WAY
Along the same old garden path, Sweet with the same old flowers;
Under the lilacs, darkly dense, The easy gate in the backyard fence
Those unforgotten hours!
THE "Foote Girls" were bustling along Margate Street with an air of
united purpose that was unusual with them. Miss Rebecca wore her
black silk cloak, by which it might be seen that "a call" was toward.
Miss Jessie, the thin sister, and Miss Sallie, the fat one, were more
hastily attired. They were persons of less impressiveness than Miss
Rebecca, as was tacitly admitted by their more familiar nicknames, a
concession never made by the older sister.
Even Miss Rebecca was hurrying a little, for her, but the others were
swifter and more impatient.
"Do come on, Rebecca. Anybody'd think you were eighty instead of
fifty!" said Miss Sallie.
"There's Mrs. Williams going in! I wonder if she's heard already. Do
hurry!" urged Miss Josie.
But Miss Rebecca, being concerned about her dignity, would not allow
herself to be hustled, and the three proceeded in irregular order under

the high-arched elms and fence-topping syringas of the small New
England town toward the austere home of Mr. Samuel Lane.
It was a large, uncompromising, square, white house, planted starkly in
the close-cut grass. It had no porch for summer lounging, no front gate
for evening dalliance, no path-bordering beds of flowers from which to
pluck a hasty offering or more redundant tribute. The fragrance which
surrounded it came from the back yard, or over the fences of neighbors;
the trees which waved greenly about it were the trees of other people.
Mr. Lane had but two trees, one on each side of the straight and narrow
path, evenly placed between house and sidewalk evergreens.
Mrs. Lane received them amiably; the minister's new wife, Mrs.
Williams, was proving a little difficult to entertain. She was from
Cambridge, Mass., and emanated a restrained consciousness of that fact.
Mr. Lane rose stiffly and greeted them. He did not like the Foote girls,
not having the usual American's share of the sense of humor. He had no
enjoyment of the town joke, as old as they were, that "the three of them
made a full yard;" and had frowned down as a profane impertinent the
man a little sore under some effect of gossip who had amended it with
"make an 'ell, I say."
Safely seated in their several rocking chairs, and severally rocking them,
the Misses Foote burst forth, as was their custom, in simultaneous,
though by no means identical remarks.
"I suppose you've heard about Morton Elder?"
"What do you think Mort Elder's been doing now?"
"We've got b'ad news for poor Miss Elder!"
Mrs. Lane was intensely interested. Even Mr. Lane showed signs of
animation. "I'm not surprised," he said.
"He's done it now," opined Miss Josie with conviction. "I always said
Rella Elder was spoiling that boy."

"It's too bad after all she's done for him! He always was a scamp!" Thus
Miss Sallie.
"I've been afraid of it all along," Miss Rebecca was saying, her voice
booming through the lighter