The Dolores star., 1910-06-17
. CHAPTER I.
The Makers Of Maps.

| vuo MSNeeo 0S MAPS.
There Is scarcely . single cause In which
q woman IL not engaged in some way
fomenting the suit.--JusenaL
Then you offer me NO hope. doc.
tori"
The gray name Of Dr.. Samuel Ward
waved like . lighting crest ss he
made answer:
MOT 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 =
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.
Il never knew you for . coward.
Calhoun" went on DR.. Ward; nor
any Of your family. give you now
the benefit of my personal acquain.
lance with this generation Of the Cal.
ihouns ask something more Of you
IMAM fAtnCheArte0neSs.
The keen eyes turned upon him
again with the old fame OF flint which
. generation had known-a genera
ltion. for the most part. Of enemies.
On my chiefs face saw appear again
the fighting nush. proof Of his hard
lhbered nature. ever ready to rejoin
with challenge when challenge came
did not Saul fall upon his own
swordr" asked John Calhoun. Have
not devoted leaders from the start Of
the world I'll now sometimes rid the
scene Of the responsible figures In
lost lights. the men on whom blame
rested for failures?" VI
"Cowards!" rejoined Dr.. Ward.
~cowards. every one Of them! Were
ithsrs a01 o<hsr swords upon which
they might have fallen--thoss Of their
snemies."
1T 10 not my own hand-my own
sword, Sam" said Calhoun. mot that
You know a. well as I that I am
already marked and doomed. even ~
] sit At my table tonight. A wslk Of
. wet night here In WashinEton--s
turn along the Heights out there when
the winter wind Ia keen-yes. Sam. I
see my grave before me. close enough:
but how can ! rest easy In that grave!
Man. We have not yet dreamed how
great . country this may be. We
must have Texas. We must have also
Oregon. We must have
/ "Free!" The old doctor shrugged
- ~.
proslavery exponent.
Then. since you mention II. yes"
retorted Calhoun fretfully. But I
shall not 20 into the old argument OF
those Who say that black 10 white.
that south 10 north. II 10 only for my
own race that plan . wider America.
But then" Calhoun raised . long.
thin hand. "why." he went on slow.
Ily. Il have just told you that have
failed. And yet you, my old friend.
whom ! ought to trust. condemn me
10 live on"
Dr.. Samuel Ward took snu6 again.
but all the answer he made was TO
twaggie his gray name and stare hard
q the face Of the other.
"Yea." he said. At length. condemn
you to Aght on. john" and he smiled
grimly.
why. look st you. mani" he broke
out nercely. after . moment. Tho
type and picture Of combat! Good
bone, hne hone and hard; hard head
and bony; little eye, set deep; strong.
wiry muscles, not too big-nghting
muscies. not dough: clean limbs;
strong fingers: good arms. legs. neck;
wide chest"
Then you give me hoper Calhoun
Aaahed.s smile at him.
mo. sir! n you do your duty. there
10 no hops for you TO live. u you do
mot DO your duty. there II no hops for
you to die. John Calhoun. for more
than two years to come--perhaps hve
years-six. Keep up this work-ss
you must, ny friend-and you die ~
surely % though ! shot you through
- you sit there. Nov. 10 this any
comfort 10 you"
A gray pal'or overspread my mas
tsr.s face. That truth II welcome to
no man. morbid or sane. sound or Ill;
but brave men meet Il % this oes did-
Time TO Do much" BE- musnured
10 himself. Time TO mend many
broken vessels. In those two years.
One more aght---yss. let 10 have ~"
But Caihsun the man wss lost once
more In Calhoun the visionary. tss
fanatic statesman. He summed w, %
though 70 himself. something u the
situatios which then existed q wash
iagtoa.
"Yss. Tie coast b clearer. nov shas
Webster v out u the cabinet. but M
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