The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-05-03
CHAPTER !.
The Makers OF Mans.

The Makers Of Maps.
There is scarcely single cause in which
woman is not engaged in some way
xomenting the suit.-Juvenal.
Then you offer me no hope, doc
tori"
The gray name of DR. Samuel Ward
waved like a fighting crest as he
made answer:
Not the sort OF hope you ask" A
moment later he added: John, l am
ashamed of you"
The cynical smile OF the man |
called my chief still remained upon
his lips, the same drawn look Of suf-
fering still remained upon his gaunt
features; but in his blue eye saw a
CLINT which proved that the answer Of
his old friend had struck out some
unused spark of vitality from the
deep, cold flint Of his heart
i never knew you for coward,
Calhoun" went on DR.. Ward NOR
any Of your family. ] give you now
the benefit of my personal acquain-
tance With this generation of the Cal
houns. ! ask something more of you
than faint-heartedness.
The keen eyes turned upon him
again with the old flame of flint which
generation had known-a genera.
tion. for the most part, Of enemies.
On my chiefs face saw appear again
the fighting flush, proof of his hard
1bered nature, ever ready to rejoin
with challenge when challenge came.
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
scene of the responsible figures in
lost fights, the men on whom blame
rested for failures?'
"Cowards" rejoined DR.. Ward.
"Cowards, every one of them! Were
there not other swords upon which
they might have fallen--those OF their
enemies?"
1T is not my own hand-my own
sword, Sam" said Calhoun. Not that.
You know as well as | that | am
already marked and doomed, even as
! sit at my table tonight A walk of
wet night here in Washirgton-a
turn along the Heights out there when
the winter wind is keen-yes, Sam,
see my grave before me, close enough :,
but how can ! rest easy in that grave?
Man, we have not yet dreamed how
great. q 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
pro-slayery exponent.
Then, since you mention it, yes!"
retorted Calhoun fretfully. But
shall not go into the old argument of
those who say that black is white,
that south is north. 1t is only for my
own race that plan wider America
But then" Calhoun raised long,
thin hand. why he went on slow
ly. 81 have Just told you that | have
failed. And yet you, my old friend,
whom ! ought to trust, condemn me
to live on" A
DIR. Samuel Ward took snuff again,
but all the answer he made was to
waggle his gray name and stare hard
at the face Of the other.
Yes" he said, at length, 4 condemn
you to fight on, john and he smiled
grimly.
why. look at you, mani" he broke
out fercely, after moment. "The
type and picture OF combat! Good
bone, fine bone and hard; hard head
and bony; little eye, set deep; strong,
wiry muscles, not too big-fghting
muscles, not dough; clean limbs;
strong fingers; good arms, legs. neck:
wide chest uf Hg 34
Then you give me hope?" Calhoun
flashed a smile at him.
"No, SIR II you do your duty, there
Is no hope for you TO live. II 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-snd you die as
surely as though | 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 1t as this one did
Time to do much" he murmured
to himself. Thine to mend many
broken vessels, in those two years
One more fght-yes. let us have it,
But Calhoun the man was lost once
more in Calhoun the visionary, the
fanatic statesman. He summed up. az
though to himself something OF the
situation which then existed at Wash
ington Y
Yes, the coast is clearer, q that
webster is out OF the cabinet, = Mr.
Upohurs death last month brings In
new complications. Had he remainet
our secretary OF state, much nigh
have been done. II was only last Oc
tober he proposed to Texas a treaty
Of annexation"
Yes, and found Texas none s.
eager" frowned Dr. Ward
NO; and why NOT You and know
we'll enough. Sir Richard Pakenham
the English plenipotentiary here coul'
tell II he liked. England Is busy Il