The Harrison times., 1911-04-01

Calhoun, are you mad7" 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 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? 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 un-
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 today"
"Stranro weapons-yes. If | could
always u .Ay old weapons Of tongue
and brain | would not need shese per.
haps. Now you tell me N! time is
short. I must fight now to win l
have never fought to lose. | 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
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 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.
You ask me to go on with my fight.
answer, first must find the WON.
an. Now, say l have found her, as
you know. Also, | have told you
where / have found her Under a
counterpane! Texas, Oregon, these
United States under a counterpart"
DR.. Ward sighed as he shook his
head, 81 don't pretend to know now
all you mean
Calhoun whrled on him fercely,
with vigor which his wasted frame
did not indicate 40 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, il
means that am employed by this ad
ministration to secure the admission
Of Texas Can you believe me when
| 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
| believes he Is an humble instrument
destined, with Gods aid, and through
! the use of such instruments as oul
human society affords, to build, not a
! wider slave country, but wider
| American
1T would be worth the fight Of
few years more, Calhoun gravely an
swered his old friend. II admit had
not dreamed this Of you"
History will not write II OF me
perhaps" went on my chief. But yo'
tell me to fight, and now | shall fight
and in my own way. tell you, that
answer shall go to Pakenham. And
tell you Pakenham shall not dare tc
take offense at me. War with Mexico
we possibly, indeed certainly, shal
have. War on the northwest, too VIC
yet may have unless" He paused
and DR.. Ward prompted him some
moments later, as he still remained
In thought.
UNLESS what, John? What do yor
mean-still hearing the rustic o.
skirts?"
"Yesl-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