Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-02-12
CONTINUED from Yesterdays StarO

On that May morning the soldiers Of
Spain manning the fortifications of
the old post stood at parade when the
drums of the Americans were heard.
One company of troops, under COM
mand of Capt. Stoddard. represented
our army of occupation. Our real
army of invasion was that in buck
skin and linsey and leather-twenty-
nine men; whose captain, MeriWether
Lewis, was to be our official repre-
sentative at the ceremony of transfer.
De LassuS choked with emotion as
he handed over the keys and the
archives which SO long had been I'M
der his charge.
Sir" said he, addressing the COM
mander, Il speak for France as wen
as for Spain. ] hand over to you the
title from France, as / hand over TO
you the rule from Spain. Henceforth
both are for you. l salute you. gen
tlemen!"
With the ruffie of the few American
drums the tranEfer was gravely aS-
knowledged. The flag Of Spain slowly
dropped from the staff where 1t mad
floated. That Of France took its place,
and for one day floated by courtesy
over old st. Louis. On the morrow
arose a strange new fag-the nag OF
the United States. 1t was supported
by. one company of regulars and oy
the little army of joint command
the army of Lewis and Clark-twen-
ty-nine enlisted men In leather:
Time now, at last" said William
Clark to his friend. Time for US to
say farewell! Boats-three of them
are waiting, and my men are ltchins
to see the buffalo plains. What is the
latest news in the village. MerneE ne
added. I've not been across there
News enough said Meriwethe.
Lewis gravely. 81 just have word OF
the arrival in town of none other than
Col Aaron Burr.
States. What does he here? TEL
me. is he bound down the river? Is
there anything in all this talk
have heard about Col. BURR Is ne
alone?" .,- Will
she is with him-his daughter MIS-
"Well, what Of that? Oh. I know
Iknow. But why should you meet
How. can we help meeting Ing h .shos 81
people are like one family? They
have been invited by Mr.. Chouteau &c
come to his house, also am cues,
there. win; what shall l DO! II
'o! "ohi tut. tut" said light-hearted9
william Clark. what shall you 40:
Why. in the first place. pun Nv M.
frown from your face, Merne: No%
this young lady forSakes her nusua
travels-with her father .,.v, 10 pa
the same trail taken by a cert ar
vnune man down the Ohio, up tns
Mississippi. here to St. Louis: SnouiG
YOU call that a torment! MOI
should fiatter myself over ~. eawers
that change in sweetness as we thy
along through the wood torlnene
Let them beware of me! am ~
specter of fortune when IL comes ~ :,
r-,a Il
pretty face, my - trie NAV kiss itMdon'i
rehuke me. Merne. I am full OF IN.
low of life. Woman-the %
Woman-to call her torment. AN
you a soldier! don't blame % 'h 1onn
~ Wo,n allow it. Then don't allow
"You preach very well. Will. "
course. I know you don't prAc''''
what you preach-who does rs,v
whv take life SO hard, Merne? VIII!
don't YOU reiax-why don't you SWIM
with the current for time? We NV
but once. Tell me. do you thi IN,
there was but one woman otn Tra mare NJ NJ
faith, il that be true, have had NOR
than my share, I fear. as | nav
passed along! But even "hen
comes to marrying and settling doWl
to hoeing an acre Oh corn cor .h ,ai FAMILY iI,
tell me, Merne, what woman ace:
a man marry? Doesn't he marry tn
one at hand-the one that is read!
and waiting? Do you think fortune
would always place the one woman
In the world ready for the one man
the one time, just when the hoelnt
and shoat-raiSing was to the fore! L
is absurd, man! Nature dares no
take such chances-and does not: :,
Lewis did not answer his fr1end
testing argument.
B Listen, Merne," Clark went on
.sThe memory of a kiss is better thar
the memory of a tear. NO. listen
Nerne, The print of kiss is s"ee
as water Of a spring when you ar
athirst. And the spring shows nom
the worse for the taste of heaven l
rave YOU Lips and water alfke-the!
tell no tales. They are goods TN
GODS gave US as part Of life. But tn
great thirst-the great thirst OF
man for power, for deeds. for danger
for adventure, for accompilSnment-
ah, that is ours, and that is harder Z
siake, I am thinking! A mans deed
are his life. They tell the tale"
His deeds. Yes, you are RICH,
they do, indeed, tell the tale. Let u
hope the reckoning will stand cleal
"Merne:, you are soldier. not
preacher"
boy"