Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1910-12-09


to the extension of our southwest
borders"
Calhoun, are you mad?" cried his
friend. Would you plunge this coun.
try into war? Would you pit two peo-
pies, 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 in con.
gress, IN cabinets on this or the other
side of the throne of American power.
He spoke coldly as he went on
In these matters it is not qres-
ton of means, but of results. If war
comes, let it come; although hope it
will not come. AS to the use of wom-
en-tell me, why not women? Why
anything else but women? 1t is only
playing life against life; one variant
against another. That is politics, my
friend. want Pakenham. So, must
learn what Pakenham wants. Does
he want Texas for England. or the
Baroness Won Ritz for HIMSELF"
Ward still sat and 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 UNI
mikes cities and empires and repub.
lies to-day? Woman, and not man!
Are you so ignorant-and you physi.
clan, who know them both? Cad.
man, you do not understand your own
profession and yet you seek to coun-
sci me in mine!"
Strange words from you, john"
commented his friend, shaking his
head; mot seemly for a man who
stands where you stand to-day"
"StranPe weapons-yes. If l could
always U.s. my old weapons of tongue
and brain | would not need these per-
haps. Now you tell me my time is
short. l must fight now to win. 1
have never fought to lose. I cannot
be too nice in agents and instru-
ments"
The old doctor rose and took turn
up and down the little room, one of
Calhoun's modest menage at the ma
tons 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 so years rests under
little roof over in NJ street tonight
a roof which Sir Richard secretly
maintains. The map of the United
States, l tell you, is covered with
down counterpart a deux, tonight.
You ask me to go on with my fight.
| answer first l must find the wom-
an. Now, | say l have found her, as
you know. Also, have told you
where | have found her. Under a
counterpart! Texas, Oregon, these
United States under a counterpane!"
DR.. Ward sighed as he shook. his |
head. 81 don't pretend to know now
all you mean"
Calhoun whirled on him fiercely. |
with 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 state,
who has hated those who hated him,
who has never prayed for those who
used him, who has fought
and will fight, since all insist on that.
1t is true Tyler has offered me again
today the portfolio of secretary of
state. Shall / take it? II l do, it
means that l am employed by this ad-
to secure the admission
Of Texas. Can you believe me when
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, proslavery advocate and ora
Tor all his life, when he says that he
believes he is an humble instrument
destined, with Gods aid, and through
The use of such instruments as our
human society affords, to build, not
wider slave country, but a wider
American"
1T would be worth the fight of g
'ew years more, Calhoun gravely an
,wered his old friend. Il admit had
lot dreamed this Of you"
History will not write it of me,
went on my chief. But you
ell me to fight, and now l shall fight,
Ind in my own way. l tell you, that
shall go to Pakenham. And
ell you Pakenham shall not dare to
AXE offense at me. War with Mexico
We possibly indeed certainly, shall
lave. War on the northwest, too we
ret may have unless" He paused;
ind DR.. Ward prompted him some
later, as he still remained
n thought.
unless what, John? What do you
nean-still hearing the rustic of
kirts?"
"Yes!-unless the celebrated Bar
mess Helena won Ritz says other
yise!" replied he grimly.
How dignified diplomacy have
We here! You plan war between two
Embassies on the distaff side!" smiled
Dr. Ward.
Calhoun continued his walk Il do
lot say so,' he made answer; but If
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