The Red Cloud chief., 1910-11-24

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 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 rs he went on:
In these matters it is not a ques.
tion OF means, but of results. II war
comes, let it come; although hope it
| will not come. As to the use OF WON.
en--teil 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
| ~ Nuill lNAbS lbI IsIlSldAu, Ut lUe
Baroness Won Ritz for himself?"
Ward still sat and looked at him.
My Cod 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 un-
makes cities and empires and repub-
lirG tn-1DEp Woman
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 whore you stand today"
Strange weapons-yes. If | could
always use my old weapons of tongue
and brain | would not need these per-
haps. Now you tell me my time is
short. | 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 1t 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 NJ 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.
lou ask me to go on with my fight.
/ answer, first ! must find the wom-
an. Now, | say | have found her. as
yon know. Also, | have told you
where | have found her. Under a
counterpane! Texas, Oregon, these
United States under a counterpane!"
DIR. Ward sighed as he shook his
head. II 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 ! 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 will fight, since all insist on that.
1t Is true Tyler has offered me again
to-day the portfolio of secretary of
state Shall | take it? If | do, it
means that l am employed by this ad-
ministration 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, pro,slavery 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 a
wider slave country, but wider
American"
1T would be worth the fight OF a
few years more, Calhoun" gravely an.
swercd his old friend, II admit | had
not dreamed this of you"
History will not write it of me,
perhaps" went on my chief. But you
tell me to fight, and now | shall fight
and in my own way. | tell you, that
answer shall go to Pakenham. And l
tell you Pakenham shall not dare TO
take offensc at me. War with Mexico
we possibly. indeed certainly, shall
have. War on the northwest, too, we
yet may have unless" lie paused;
and DR.. Ward prompted him some
moments later, as he still remained
in thought.
Unless what, John? What do you
mean-still hearing the rustic OF
skirts?"
es,--unless the celebrated Bar
oness Helena Won Ritz says other
wise!" replied he grimly.
How dignifed a diplomacy have
we here! You plan war between two
al