Evening star., 1924-03-03
The Magnificent Adventure
A Stirring Story Of the Northwest
BY EMERSON HOUGH.
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WHAT WEII-DREJyED MEN WILL WEAR THIS JPRNG
BY EMERSON HOUGH.
A Stirring Story Of the Northwest
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; 1t be not the exact truth-and who
| shall tell the exact truth?-it will AZ
| least be accepted as truth, and II VIII!
| forever silence any talk. What should
| the public know of life such as his?
| There are some lives which are traE-
ically large. and such was ms: lie
| lived with honor, and he could not
heart we shall not ask to know. II
ever he sinned, he is purged OF any
| sim"
Jefferson was silent for a moment.
| holding the bereaved mothers hand
! in his own.
."He shall have a monument. mad
grave in yonder Wilderness, They
( shall name at least county for hlm'
| there in Tennessee, by the old Indian
road. Let him lie there under the
| trees-that Is as he would wish. He
| shall have some monument-yes, but
monument will be in the vast new
| country which he has brought to US.
He was a man OF natural greatness
not surpassed by any Of his time
and lofty soul. blameiess wife, de-
voted and pathetic adherent to the
| fallen fortunes of her ill-starred
| father?
Three years after Meriwether Lewis
laid him down to sleep In the forest
ship put out from Charleston wharf.
| 1t was bound for the city of New
| York. where at that time there was
| living a broken. homeless. forsaken
| man named Aaron Burr--a man exc
Grated at home. dlscredited abroad
/ but who now, after years OF exile
had crept home to the country which
| had cast him out.
A passenger on that ship was
| Theodosia Alston. the daughter Of
Aaron Burr That much Is known.
! The ship sailed. 1t never came to
port. No more is known.
To this day none knows what was
| the fate of Aaron Burr's daughter,
one of the most appealing figures OF
her day. a woman made for happi-
ness, but continually In close touch
with tragedy. Wherever her body
| of the eternal waters is the continu-
! Gus requiem in her ears. Her secret.
| IL she had one, is washed away long
ere this. and is one with the eternal
| she had none. Above her memory,
since she has no grave. there might
best be inscribed the words she wrote
| at a time of her own despair:
II hope to be happy in the next
world, for l have not been bad in
this"
Did the little brook in Tennessee
eyer find its way down down to .ra,e the sc sea: ::
, mans lifeblood, little by little thin
ming, thinning on its long journey?
Did ever q wandering fake OF ashes.
| melting, rest on its bosom for so
great a journey as that toward the
sea?
Did the sound of a voice In the
wilderness, passing across the un-
known leagues. ever reach an ear that
heard? Who can tell? Perhaps In
the great ten thousand years such
things may be-perhaps deep calls to
deep, and there are no longer sins nor
tears.
A million hearth fires mark the
campfire trail of Meriwether Lewis.
We own the country which he found,
and for which he paid. He sleeps.
Above him stands the monument
which his chief assigned to hin,-his
country. 1t rises now in glory and
splendor, the perfected vision which
he saw.
That is the happy ending OF his
story-his country! 1t is ours. AS
its title came to US In honor. 1t is for
| US to love II honorably, to use II hon
orably, and to defend it honorably.
None may withstand us while we
hold to his ambitions-while our sons
measure to the statue of such man.
THE END.