The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 27, Ed. 1 Friday, November 18, 1910 Page: 2 of 4
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ILLUrrPATIONy i^ magnuj* g.kjettner^
COPVBIOHT 1909 fyr BOSDf'MERBILL COMPAKV
The Makers of Maps.
There Is srercely n ntnRlo cause In which
a woman is not enKftRcd In soma way
fomentlnK the suit.—Juvenal.
"Then you offer me no hope, dot*
The gray mnne of Dr. Samuel Ward
waved like a fighting crest as he
"Not the sort of hope you ask." A
moment later he added: “John, I am
ashamed of you.”
The cynical smile of the man 1
called my chief still remained upon
hla lips, the same drawn look of suf-
fering still remained upon Ills gnunt
features; hut in his blue eye I saw a
glint, which proved that the answer of
hia old friend had struck out some
unused spark of vitality from the
deep, cold flint of his heart.
“I never knew you for a coward,
Calhoun,” went on Dr. Ward; "nor
any of your family. 1 give you now
the benefit of my personal acquain-
tance with this generation of the Cal-
houns. I ask something more of you
The keen eyes turned upon him
again with the old flame of flint which
a generation had known—a genera-
tion, for the most part, of enemies.
“Did not Saul fall upon his own
sword?" asked John Calhoun. "Have
not devoted leaders from the start of
the world till now sometimes rid the
sceno of the responsible figures In
lost fights, the men on whom blame
rested for fnllurcs?”
"Cowards!” rejoined Dr. Ward.
"Cowards, every one of them! Were
there not other swords upon which
they might have fallen—those of their
“It Is not my own hand—my own
Rword. Sam,” said Calhoun. "Not that
You know as well ns I that I am
already marked and doomed, even as
I sit at my table to-night. A walk of
a wet night here In Washington—a
turn along the Heights out there when
the winter wind Is keen—yes, Sam. I
see my grave before me, close enough;
but how can I rest easy in that grave?
Man, we have not yet dreamed how
great a country this may be. We
must have Texas. We must have also
Oregon. We must have—"
“Free?” The old doctor shrugged
his shoulders and smiled at the arch
"Then, since you mention It, yes!"
retorted Calhoun fretfully. “Hut 1
shall not go Into the old argument of
those who say that black Is white,
that south Is north. It is only for my
own race that I plan a wider America.
Hut then—” Calhoun raised a long,
thin hand. “Why," he went on slow
ly, "I have just told you thnt I have
failed. And yet you, my old friend,
whom 1 ought to trust, condemn me
to live on!”
“Yes,” he said, at length, "1 condemn
you to fight on, John;" and be smiled
"Why, look at you, man!” he broke
out‘fiercely, after a moment. “The
type and picture of combat! Good
bone, fine bone and hard; a hard head
and bony: little eye, set deep; strong,
wiry muscles, not too big—lighting
muscles, not dough; clean limbs;
strong Angers; good arms, legs, neck;
“Then you give me hope?” Cnlhoun
flashed a smile at him.
"No, sir! If you do your duty, there
Is no hope for you to live. If you do
not do your duty, there Is no hope for
you to die, John Calhoun, for more
than two years to come—perhaps five
years—six. Keep up this work—as
you must, my friend—and you die as
surely as though I shot you through
as you sit there. Now, Is this any
comfort to you?”
A gray pallor overspread my mas-
ter’s face. That truth Is welcome to
no man, morbid or sane, sound or ill;
but brave men meet It as this one did.
“Time to do much!” he murmured
to himself. “Time to mend many
broken vessels, In those two years.
One more fight—yes, let us have It!”
Hut Calhoun the man was lost once
more In Calhoun the visionary, the
fanatic statesman. He summed up, as
though to himself, something of the
situation which then existed at Wash-
"Yes, the coast is clearer, now that
Webster Is out of the cabinet, but Mr.
Upshur's death last month brings In
new complications. Had he remained
our secretary of state, much might
have been done. It was only last Oc-
tober he proposed to Texas a treaty
“Yes, and found Texas none so
eager,” frowned Dr. Wnrd.
“No; and why not? You and 1 know
well enough. Sir Richard Pakenham,
the English plenipotentiary here, could
tell if he liked. England is busy in
Texas. Texas oweB large funds to
England. England want Texas as a
colony. There Is Are under this smoke
talk of Texas dividing into two gov-
ernments, one, at least, under Eng-
land's gentle and unselfish care!
"And now, look you," Calhoun con
tinned, rising, and pacing up ami
down, "look what Is tbo evidence.
Tan Zandt. charge d'affaires in Wash
“I Don't Pretend to Know Now All You Mean."
Ington lor the Republic of Texas,
wrote Secretary Upshur only a month
before Upshur's death, and told him
to go carefully or he would drive
Mexico to resume the war, and so cost
Texas the friendship of England! Ex-
cellent Mr. Van Zandt! I at least
know what the friendship of England
means. So. he asks us if we will pro-
tect Texas with troops and ships in
case she does sign that agreement of
annexation. Cunning Mr. Van Zandt!
He knows wliat that answer must be
to-day, with England ready to fight
us for Texas and Oregon both, and
we wholly unready for war."
“Hut, John, another will have to
make it, the one way or the other,”
said his friend.
“Yes!" The long hand smote on
"President Tyler has offered you
Mr. Upshur's portfolio as secretary of
“I have not yet accepted," said Cal-
houn. "If I do. it will be to bring
Texas and Oregon Into this Union, one
slave, the other free, but both vast,
and of a mighty future for us. That
done. I resign at once."
"Will you accept?"
Calhoun's answer was first to pick
up a paper from his desk. “See, here
is the dispatch Mr. Pakenham brought
from Lord Aberdeen of the British
ministry to Mr. Upshur just two days
before his death. Judge whether
Aberdeen wants liberty—or territory!
In effect he re asserts England’s right
to interfere in our affairs. We fought
one war to disprove that. England has
said enough on this continent. And
England has meddled enough."
Calhoun and Ward looked at each
other, sober In their realization of the
grave problems which then beset
American statesmanship and Amer-
ican thought. The old doctor was first
to break the silence. "Then do you
accept? Will you serve again, John?”
"Listen to me. If 1 do accept, 1 shall
take Mr. Upshur’s and Mr. Nelson's
place only on one condition—yes, If
I do, here is what I shall say to Eng-
land regarding Texas. I shall show
her what a Monroe doctrine is; shall
show her that while Texas Is small
and weak. Texas and this republic are
not. This is what I have drafted as a
possible reply. I shall tell Mr. Paken-
ham that his chief's avowal of inten-
tions lias made it our Imperious duty,
In self-defense, to hasten the annexa-
tion of Texas, cost what it may, mean
what it may! John Calhoun does not
“Thnt will bo my answer," repeated
my chief at last.
"Yes, 1 shall have Texas, as I shall
have Oregon, settled before 1 lay
down my arms, Sam Ward. No, 1 am
not yet ready to die!" Calhoun's old
fire now flamed In all his mien.
“The situation is extremely dim
cult," said his friendly slowly. "If
must be done; but how? We are a3
a nation not ready for war. You as a
statesman nre not adequate to' the
politics of all this. Where is your
political party. John? You have none
You have outrun all parties. It will
be your ruin, that you have been
Calhoun turned on him swiftly.
"You know as well as I that mere
politics will not serve. It will take
some extraordinary measure — you
know men—aud, perhaps, women.”
“Yes,” said Dr. Ward, “and a pre-
cious silly lot they are.”
Callibun noilded, with a thin smile.
“As It chances, I need a man. Ergo,
and very plainly, I must use a wom-
"There are two women in our world
to-day,” said Calhoun. "As to Jack-
son, the old fool was a monogamist,
and still is. Not so much so Jim
Polk of Tennessee. Never does he ap-
pear In public with eyes other than
for the Dona Lucrezia of the Mexican
legation! Now, one against the other
—Mexico against Austria—’’
Dr. Ward raised his eyebrows in
“That is to say, England, and not
Austria,” went on Calhoun coldly.
“The ambassadress of England to
America was born In Budapest! So I
say, Austria; or perhaps Hungary, or
some other country, which raised this
strange representative who has made
some stir In Washington here these
last few weeks."
"Ah, you mean the baroness!" ex-
claimed Dr. Ward. "Tut! Tut!"
Calhoun nodded, with the same cold,
thin smile. "Yes,” he said, “I mean
Mr. Pakenham’s reputed mistress, his
assured secret ugent and spy, the
beautiful Baroness von Rltz!"
He mentioned a name then well
known in diplomatic and social life,
when intrigue in Washington, if not
open, was none too well hidden.
"Gay Sir Richard!” he resumed.
"You know, his ancestor was a brotli-
er-in-law of the duke of Wellington.
He himself seems to have absorbed
some of the great duke's fondness for
the fair. Before he came to us he
was with England's legation In Mexi-
co. 'Twas there he first met the
Dona Lucrezia. 'Tis said he would
have remained in Mexico had it not
been arranged that she and her hus-
band, Senor Yturrio, should accompany
Gen. Almonte in the Mexican ministry
here. On these conditions. Sir Rich-
ard agreed to accept promotion as
minister plenipotentiary to Washing-
"That was nine years ago," com-
mented Dr. Ward.
"Yes; and It was only last fall that
lie was made envoy extraordinary. He
Is at least an extraordinary envoy!
Near 50 years of age, he seems to for-
get public decency; lie forgets even
the Dona I.ucrezia. leaving her to the
admiration of Mr. Polk and Mr. Van
Zandt, and follows off after the
sprightly Baroness von Rltz. Mean-
time, Senor Yturrio also forgets the
Dona Lucrezia, and proceeds also toi
ffillow after the baroness—although!
with less hope than Sir Richard has1
taste! The Baroness von Ritz has .
brains and beauty both. It Is she who ]
is England's real envoy. Now, 1 be-,
lieve she knows England’s real inten-j
tlons as to Texas.”
Dr. Ward screwed his lips for a!
long whistle, ns he contemplated John I
Calhoun's thin, determined face.
”1 do not care at present to say
more," went on my chief; "but do'
you not see, granted curtain motives, i
Polk might come into power pledged
to the extension of our southwest
“Calhoun, are you mad?" cried his
friend. “Would you plunge this coun-
try into war? Would you pit two peo-
ples, like cocks on a floor? And would
you use women in our diplomacy?”
Calhoun now was no longer the
friend, the humanitarian. He was the
relentless machine; the idea; the sin-
gle purpose, which to the world at
large he had been all his life lu con-
gress, In cabinets on this or the other
side of the throne of Americun power.
He spoke coldly as he went on:
"In these matters It is not a ques-
tion of means, but of results. If war
comes, let it come; although I hope it
will not come. As to the use of wom-
en—tell me, why not women? Why
anything else but women? It Is only
playing life against life; one variant
against another. That is politics, my
friend. I want Pakenham. So, I must
learn what Pakenham wants. Does
he want Texas for England, or the
Baroness von Ritz for himself?"
Ward still sat aud looked at him.
"My God!" said he at last, softly; but
Calhoun went on:
“Why, who has made the maps of
the world, and who has written pages
in Its history? Who makes and un-
makes cities and empires and repub-
lics to-day? Woman, and not man!
Are you so ignorant—and you a physi-
cian, who know them both? Gad,
man, you do not understand your own
profession and yet you seek to coun-
sel me in mine!”
"Strange words from you, John,”
commented his friend, shaking his
head; “not seemly for a man who
stands where you stand to-day.”
"Strange weapons—yes. If I could
always use my old weapons of tongue
and brain I would not need these per-
haps. Now you tell me my time is
short. I must fight now to win. I
have never fought to lose. I cannot
be too nice In agents and instru-
The old doctor rose and took a turn
up and down the little room, one of
Calhoun’s modest menage at the na-
tion's capital, which then was not the
city it is to-day. Calhoun followed
him with even steps.
“Changes of maps, my friend? Lis-
ten to me. The geography of America
for the next 50 years rests under a
little roof over in M street to-night—
a roof which Sir Richard secretly
maintains. The map of the United
States, I tell you, is covered with a
down counterpane a deux, to-night.
You ask me to go on with my fight.
I answer, first I must find the wom-
an. Now, I say I have found her, as
you know. Also, I have told you
where I have found her. Under a
counterpane! Texas, Oregon, these
United States under a counterpane!"
Dr. Ward sighed as he shook his
head. “I don't pretend to know now
all you mean.”
Calhoun whirled on him fiercely,
with a vigor which his wasted frame
did not indicate as possible.
“Listen, then, and I will tell you
what John Calhoun means—John Cal-
houn, who has loved his own stale,
who has hated those who hated him,
who has never prayed for those who
despitefully used him, who has fought
and will light, since all insist on that.
It is true Tyler has offered me again
to-day the portfolio of secretary of
state. Shall I take it? If I do, it
means that I am employed by this ad
ministration to secure the admission
of Texas. Can you believe me when
1 tell you that my ambition is for it
all—all, every foot of new land, west
to the Pacific, that we can get, slave
or free? Can you believe John Cal-
houn, pro-slavery advocate and ora-
tor all his life, when he says that he
believes he is an humble instrument
destined, with God's aid, and through
the use of such instruments as our
human society affords, to build, not a
wider slave country, but a wider
"It would be worth the fight of a
few years more, Calhoun," gravely an-
swered his old friend. "I admit I had
not dreamed this of you."
"History will not write it of me,
perhaps," went on my chief. “But you
tell me to fight, and now 1 shall fight,
and in my own way. I tell you, that
answer shall go to Pakenham. And I
tell you Pakenham shall not dare to
take offense at me. War with Mexico
we possibly, indeed certainly, shall
have. War on the northwest, too, we
yet may have unless—" He paused;
and Dr. Ward prompted him some
moments later, as he still remained
“Unless what, John? What do you
mean—still hearing the rustle of
"Yes!—unless tlie celebrated Bar-
oness Helena von Ritz says other-
wise!” replied he grimly.
"How dignified a diplomacy have
we here! You plan war between two
embassies on the distaff side! * smiled
Calhoun continued his walk. "I do
not say so,” he made answer; "but, If
there must be war, we may reflect
that War Is at its best when woman
is in the field'."
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