Barbour County index., 1910-11-16

Polk might come into power pledged
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 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 sim
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 a Ques-
tion 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? It is only
playing life against life; one variant
against another. That is politics, my
friend. I want Pakenham. So, must
| 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 it's history? Who makes and un-
makes 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
j head; mot 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 would not need these per-
haps. Now you tell me my time is
short. 1 must fight now to win.
have never fought to lose. cannot
be too nice in agents and instru-
ments."
The old doctor rose and took a turn
up and down the little room, one Of
| Calhoun's modest menage at the ma
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 so years rests under a
little roof over in M street tonight
a roof which Sir Richard secretly
maintains. The map of the United
States, tell you, is covered with a
down counterpane a deux, tonight.
You ask me to go on with my fight.
I answer, first I must find the wom-
an. Now, 1 say have found her, as
| you know. Also, I have told you
where I have found her. Under a
4 counterpane! 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 1 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
despitefully used him, who has fought
and win fight, since all insist on that
, It is true Tyler has offered me again
, to-day the portfolio of secretary OF
state. Shall take it? If 1 do, II
means that am employed by this ad
ministration to secure the admission
of Texas. Can you believe me when
I tell you that my ambition is for II
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
a believes he is an humble instrument
|. destined, with Gods aid, and through
D the use of such instruments as ou1
! human society affords, to build, not 9
I wider slave country, but a widel
!. American"
"It would be worth the fight Of Z
y few years more, Calhoun" gravely an
!. swered his old friend. Il admit hat
q not dreamed this of you"
History will not write 1t Of me
perhaps" went on my chief. But 20,
tell me to fight, and now>I shall fight
and in my own way. I tell you, tina
answer shall go to Pakenham. And
y tell you Pakenham shall not dare t.
!. take offense at me. War with Mexic'
we possibly. indeed certainly, shal
have. War on the northwest, too, VI
yet may have unless" He paused
and DR.. Ward prompted him som
: moments later, as he still remaine'
In thought.
y "Unless what, John? What do yo
y mean-still hearing the rustic Q
= skirts?"
"Yes!-unless the celebrated Bal
oness Helena Won Ritz says othel
= wise!" replied he grimly.
How dignifed diplomacy hav
we here! You plan war between tw