The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-06-03

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che stee3 ". rfa1 vas st her side
and assisted her to 8, couch For the
first time the splendid courage OF
Helena Won Ritz seemed to fail her.
She sank back. white, unconscious.
ITS these damned stays, John" be-
gan DR., Ward fiercely she has faint
ed. Here, put her down, SO. Wen
bring her around in a minute Great
Jove! want her to hear us thank
her. Its splendid work She has done
for u.s. But whg7"
When, presently, under the ministra-
tions of the old physician. Helena
Won Ritz recovered her consciousness,
she arose, fighting desperately to pull
herself together and get back her
splendid courage.
Would you retire now, madam"
asked Mr. Calhoun Il have sent for
my daughter"
NO, no, II IL nothIng!" she said
Forgive me, 1t is only an old habit
OF mine See, I am quite WE'LL"
Indeed, IN few moments she had
regained something Of that magnih-
cent energy which was her heritage
AS though nothing had happened, she
arose and walked swiftly across the
room. Her eyes were fixed upon the
great map which hung upon the walls
IA strange map 1t would seem 10 us
today. Across this she swept white
hand.
Il saw your men cross this" she
said. pointing along the course OF the
great Oregon Trail whose detailed
path was then unknown to our geog.
raphers \ saw them go west along
that road Of destiny. | told myself
that by virtue Of their courage they
had won this war Sometime there will
come the great war between your peo-
pie and those who rule them. The
people still viii Win"
She spread ont her two hands top
and bottom Of the map. "All. all.
ought TO be yours--from the lRthmus
to the tee, for the sake OF the people
oi the world, The people---but I'm time
they will have their own!n
We listened 70 her silently, credit.
ing her enthusiasm to her sex. her
race; but what she said has remained
In one mind al least from that day to
this. Well might part OF her speech
rn.naiy tn tha minds tr.dnv ~ uanuln
and rulers alike Are we worth the
price paid for the country we gained?
And when we shall be worth that
price. what numerals shall mark our
territorial lines?
MAY carry this document TO Mr.
Pakenham?" asked John Calhoun, AT
last. touching the paper on the table
please, no. DO not. Only be sure
that this proposition of compromise
will meet with his acceptance"
II do not quite understand why you
do not 90 TO Mr.. Buchanan, our secre
tary of state"
Because pay my debts" she said
simply Il told you that Mr.. iris
and were comrades. conceived Il
might be some credit for him In hi'
work to have been the means Of do
ing this much"
"lse shall have that credit, madam
be sure OF that" said John Calhoun
Tie held out TO her his long. thin
bloodess hand
MADAM" he said, u have been mis-
taken In many things. My life will b
written down as failure. have beef
misjudged. But at least II shall no
be said Of me that | failed to reveI
ence woman such as you. All tina
thought of you, that first night me
you. was more than true. And did
not tell you you would one day, on
way. find your reward?"
He did not know what he said
but | knew, and | spoke with him
the silence Of my own heart, know
ing that his speech would be the san
we're his knowledge even with mine.
"To-morrow." went on Calhoun, It
morrow evening there ID TO be VIII
We call ball OF our diplomacy at Il
White House. Our administratio
knowing that war Is soon 10 be a
nounced In the country, seeks to NAL
= little festival here at the capit
! We whistle to keep up our couraE
We listen TO music to make us II
: get our consciences. Tomorrow mig
we dance. All Washington will
y there. Baroness Won Ritz. ca
will come to You"
d She swept him a curtsey, and "a
him a smile.
= Nov, as for me-" he continued.
= am an old man. and long ago dane
% my last dance In public. To-morr
- night all of us will be at the VIII
u House-Mr Trist will be there. q
= DR.. Ward. and certain lady. M
y Elisabeth Churchill. madam, whom
II shall be glad to have you meet. y
y must not fail US, dear lady, becaus
IL am going to ask OF you one favor
~ He bowed with courtesy VIII
IN might have come from generations
en cid aristocracy. IF you plea
oil madam. | ask you to honor me "
n; your hand for my first dance In ye
80 my last dance In all my life"
Impuisiveiy she held out both
be hands, bowling her head as she did
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