May 12-June 2 1906
Life often is stark and ugly. I feel, somehow, that there is a tremendous dram in a case like this. But, of course, the real story cannot be written. The implication would be left that the woman still would be alive had she given in to the man's importunities. And literature worthy of the name must have a wholesome moral. Its purpose is to make the world better.
Suppose a novelist were acquainted with conditions among the mining people of Altoona, Pa., and with the customs of Polish-Americans. Suppose he set out to write the story of a woman like Mrs. Francisca Skrocka, relating her early childhood and the minor family climaxes, and her dreams and hopes and finally the love story of Francisca and Stanley Skrocka.
That much would be all right. But I doubt if the novel would be especially significant or even very interesting. The real drama enters with John Korycinski and it could not be written. If a novelist were so uncouth and possessed of so little moral sense that he should write of illicit love, his book would be barred from the public libraries and he would be ostracized by society.