The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1910-04-28
CHAPTER 1.
The Makers of Maps.

The Makers of Maps.
There is scarcely single cause in which
o woman is not engaged in some way
fomenting the suit.-Juvenal.
"Then you offer me no hope, doc
tori"
The gray name of DR.. Samuel Ware
waved like a fighting crest as he
made answer:
Not the sort of hope you ask" A
moment later he added: John, l an
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 l saw 9
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.
81 never knew you for coward.
Calhoun" went on DR.. Ward; "noi
any of your family. l give you now
the benefit of my personal acquain'
lance with this generation of the Cal.
houns. I ask something more of you
than faint-heartedness."
The keen eyes turned upon him
again with the old fame of flint which
q generation had known-a genera
ton, for the most part, of enemies.
On my chiefs face saw appear again
the fighting flush, proof of his hard
fbered nature, ever ready to rejoin
with challenge when challenge came.
Did not Saul fall upon his own
sword?" asked John Calhoun. Have
not devoted leaders from the start of
the world till now sometimes rid the
scene of the responsible figures in
lost fights, the men on whom blame
rested for failures?"
"Cowards!" rejoined DR.. Ward.
"Cowards, every one of them! Were
there not other swords upon which
they might have fallen-those of their
enemies?"
1T is not my own hand-my own
sword, SAM" said Calhoun. mot that.
You know as well as l that 1 am
already marked and doomed, even as
sit at my table tonight. A walk of
a wet night here in Washington
turn along the Heights out there when
the winter wind is keen-yes, Sam,
see my grave before me, close enough I;
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
his shoulders and smiled at the arch
pro-slavery exponent.
Then, since you mention it. yes!"
retorted Calhoun fretfully. But I
shall not go into the old argument of
those who say that black is white,
that south is north. 1t is only for my
own race that plan wider America.
But then" Calhoun raised long,
thin hand. Why he went on slow
ly, 81 have just told you that have
failed. And yet you, my old. friend.
whom l ought to trust, condemn me
to live on!"
DIR. Samuel Ward took snuff again,
but all the answer he made was to
waggle his gray name and stare hard
at the face of the other.
YES" he said, at length, Il condemn
you to fight on, john" and he smiled
grimly.
Why, look at you, mani" he broke
out fiercely, after moment. ''The
type and picture of combat! Good
bone, fine bone and hard hard head
and bony; little eye, set deep; strong,
wiry muscles, not too big-fghting
muscles, not dough; clean limbs;
strong fingers; good arms, legs, neck;
wide chest"
Then you give me hope?" Calhoun
flashed smile at him.
mo, sir! If you do your duty, there
Is no hope for you to live. If you do
not do your duty, there is no hope for
you to die, John Calhoun, for more
than two years to come-perhaps five
years-six. Keep up this work-as
you must, my friend-and you die as
surely as though l shot you through
as you sit there. Now, is this any
comfort to your"
A gray pallor overspread my mas
ter's face. That truth is welcome to
no man, morbid or sane, sound or ill;
but brave men meet it as this one did.
Time to do much!" he murmured
to himself. Time to mend many
broken vessels, in those two years.
One more fight-yes, let us have it,"
But Calhoun the man was lost once
more in Calhoun the visionary, the
fanatic statesman. He summed up. as
though to himself, something of the
situation which then existed at Wash.
ington.
"Yes, the coast is clearer, now that
Webster is out of the cabinet, but Mr.
Upshur's death last month brings in
new complications. Had he remained
our secretary of state, much might
have been done It was only last DC
tober he proposed to Texas a treaty
OF annexation"
Eyes, and found Texas none sc
eager" frowned Dr. Ward.
mo; and why not? You and know
we'll enough Sir Richard Pakenham
the English plenipotentiary here, could
tell if he liked. England is busy In
Texas Texas owes large funds tt
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