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' -gi • Wf THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C-, FRIDAY, MARCH 4, 1938 . .. UNDER PRESSURE e George Agnew Chamberlain By George Agnew Chamberlain WHU Service CHAPTER XVI—Continued —19— During 20 minutes they listened spellbound while she talked. At first Margarida Fonseca seemed a vol cano on the verge of eruption; while occasionally she protested with a snort of startling volume, to no statement did she deign to voice actual denial. But gradually—very gradually—the scowl began to clear from her brow, her clenched fists relaxed, a gleam of admiration dawned in her eyes and at last the smile Joyce had seen only once be fore transfigured her expression. “Ah!” cried the ex-minister of war, and it sounded like a groan of understanding mixed with rage. “It is clear what happened—too clear! Licenciada Fonseca baited the hook, Onelia gladly swallowed it. By abandoning you to your fate in La Barranca without killing Dorado they created an unparalleled inter national situation which made me totter. One more push would send me over with a crash, and Onelia himself supplied the impulse by fa cilitating the theft of the howitzers and casting the blame on me- Ah, senorita, you did well by yourself to bring me here today. Ai! Ai!” Without bothering to take his leave, he rushed from the room. A shadow swept across Margari- da’s face, but promptly cleared. “Well, chica,” she rumbled, “what wouldn’t I give to have you for a partner!” “No more than I’d give to have you for a friend,” said Joyce from her heart. “Oh, Margarida, please be my friend.” “No,” said Margarida, tossing her iron-gray mane of hair. “Impossi ble. I detest you gringos—all of you and all you stand for. Your insufferable pride in dynamics as the true and only end of man! Your price labels on everything pertain ing to the soul! You jeer at our thieves’ market; what about your juries, weighing gold against bush els of injured hearts? I could go on for an hour, but enough is enough. At the end we’d have to arrive at the truth. I love you, chica, my lit tle one, and I’ve always wished I might have a tiger just your size for a pet. You’re adorable.” Dirk’s telephoning from the em bassy now bore fruit. Pablo entered and whispered to him, withdrew and a minute later came back accompa nied by a respectable though thread bare individual. The newcomer seemed nervous, at odds with his surroundings and the company in which he found himself. He had the look of a man whose world has been yanked from under him, leav ing him floating in air out of reach of help from heaven or hell. He regarded the ambassador, Joyce and even Margarida Fonseca’s ar resting presence with lackluster eyes, then turned to Dirk. “I’m the Reverend Ellerton Jones,” he announced in the ghost of a voice. “I understand you sent for me, Mr. Van Suttart, but I’m not at all sure—not at all sure—” “Sit down, sir,” said Dirk, “and let’s talk the thing over. This is more or less a family gathering. The ambassador isn’t an ambassa dor this afternoon; he’s acting as my father. As for Licenciada Mar garida Fonseca, one of the high lights of the Mexican bar, she’s a very dear friend of the girl whom I wish to marry. Miss Joyce Sew ell. Surely you’ll help us out.” “That’s the trouble,” said the lost soul doubtfully. “I don’t have to tell you, do I? My charge is gone. I have no rights, civil or otherwise —scarcely the right to live. I’m here on sufferance. That’s what I meant. I’m not at all sure—” “Are you in good standing with your church at home?” broke in the ambassador. “Yes, oh, yes. I’m awaiting my recall; no—that’s not quite true, I await the means with which to re turn.” “As long as you’re a regularly ordained minister,” said the am bassador, “that’s all that the home states of these two young people require.” “Please, sir," said Dirk earnest ly, “please, Mr. Jones, do let’s be cheerful on this loveliest of all after noons. You can make Joyce and myself very happy in about five minutes, if you will, and we’ll try to 'o the same by you. Say I send yo - back home in style—drawing room, airplane, or if you like to drive I’ll give you a car. What about it, sir? I don’t want to rush you but there are two more clergy men waiting on your decision out in the patio.” Abruptly the lackluster eyes came to life; never dreaming how readily some men can lie Mr. Jones tugged a small worn book from his hip pocket and murmured, “Let us pro ceed with the ceremony." A strai ge wedding if there ever was one. It started on a note of haste and levity, but so moving and powerful are the words hallowed by time and usage to Anglo-Saxon ears that a spirit of reverence swept into the room on wings unseen yet surely felt. What though the voice of the preacher was the voice of habit, precise in intonation, humdrum in intent; it could not lessen the surge of emotion which took possession of the hcaHs of his hearers, choked their throats and turned dry eyes luminous. To the sight of the men and the woman present and in the sight of God no longer were Joyce and Dirk arrayed in whipcord and saddle-stained moleskin, nor yet in silk or broadcloth. They were clothed in light, their faces bathed in a glory from within which pres aged a devotion beyond any that lips alone can pledge. The ambassador put his arm around Joyce, kissed her and stood looking down into her eyes. “My dear, I’ve never given away a sweeter bride to a more lovable boy.” He turned his head to look at Dirk. “What now?” he asked. “When do you intend to return to your job?” “That’s up to Joyce, sir,” said Dirk. “I’ve married her. I mean the whole of me has married her. I’ve just heard some words I’ve never heard before in my life— though I and you and everybody else know them by heart. I take them as they stand.” “He means it!” murmured the ambassador and returned his atten tion to Joyce. “What about it, my dear? I understand you have no use for embassies and all their works. What do you want Dirk to do- shake his job and become a drone?” “A drone?” gasped Joyce, and caught her lip lest she laugh. She left his side, walked toward a win dow, and turned. “You’re a great "That’s Dp to Joyce, Sir, :? Said Dirk. ambassador,” she stated gravely. “I’ve known you only an hour and already you stir in me something I’D have to caU love—one of the sweeter kinds of love—because there’s no other word that comes near it. I can imagine that sort of power doing good no matter where a man walks. If Dirk, like you, is headed toward awaking the love of his feUow man—not of his nation als, his feUow man—what difference does it make where we live, what path he and I take together?” The ambassador stared at her, then turned very slowly to look at Dirk. “That’s your release, Dirk, and I don’t mind saying you’ve cut out a fuU-sized job for yourself whether you stay under me or go. Want more time to think it over?” “Yes, sir.” “How long?” Dirk looked at Joyce and she an swered for him. “Long enough to settle with Dorado.” There was a disturbance in the haUway; General Sebastiano, fum ing with impatience, opened the door for himself and hastened to ward the ambassador. “Excellen cy,” he cried, “I have accompUshed much since I left here. I have been closeted with the president himself and return with a budget of news. For your relief let me say at once that our troubles are over.” “Which trouble?” asked the am bassador feelingly. “AU, all,” said the general. “Our countries can be at peace as never before and we may yet look upon the incident of La Barranca as a godsend.” “That would be good news with a vengeance,” murmured the ambas sador. “So it’s the president him self who found the solution?” “A perfect one and so simple it cuts the Gordian knot at a single stroke. What was the situation? A young girl, with the eyes of the world upon her, battling to hold her own property—international dyna mite as you yourself admitted. Had my government foUowed your sug gestion of sending a battalion to fetch her out we would have be come ridiculous; but reverse the objective and you have a stroke of genius.” “I don’t foUow you,” said the am bassador testily. “Send a battalion to keep her in,” continued the general with slow em phasis. “In short, the president sug gests that the government support •the Mexican-born senorita Joyce SeweD in the lawful possession of her property, subject only to such restrictions as the national law pro vides, by every means in the power of the repubUc. As a first step he has directed me to dispatch at once a sufficient force for the capture of General Dorado—bandit, bootleg ger of illicit gold, and purloiner of a battery of howitzers.” “Directed you?” asked the am bassador with emphasis on the pro noun. “Why not General Onelia?” “Ah, Onelia. The president or dered his instant arrest, simultane ously with my reappointment as minister of war. IncidentaUy, the traitor is no more.” “You mean OneUa’s dead?” cried the ambassador. “Through his own fault,” asserted General Sebastiano sorrowfully, “and only in the last half-hour." Then he added in explanation, “Our regrettable national habit of ley de fuga—shot whUe attempting to es cape from his guards.” Margarida advanced with hand extended. “Mr. Minister,” she rum bled, “let me be the first to con gratulate you on the resumption of the portfolio you know so weH how to administer to your own hon or and the honor of our country." She marched onward and turned in the door. “I trust both your excel lencies wiU keep me in mind as a good lawyer though an honest wom- Dirk went out with the clergy man; the ambassador withdrew, arm in arm with the minister of war, each aglow with plans for a rapprochement that would bring glory to both. Joyce, the smaU cause of weighty matters, was left alone. Standing at a high window she watched their excellencies de part but turned at the sound of a footstep. She and Dirk hung poised for a breathless moment with the room between them. Slowly they moved forward. The days they had spent together seemed to lengthen into years, reaching back into a common chDdhood and knitting the innermost fibers of their being. Their hands touched, clung, and as they looked deep in each other’s eyes the same fear was born in them, the same silent cry: “This is I; if I lose you I’m lost, tom, maimed.” Then his arms opened and she crushed herself against him. “Oh, Dirk! Darling! Dirk!” “Don’t worry,” he whispered thickly. “I feel it too, Joyce. We won’t lose each other, we can’t. I love you—aD of me loves aU of you. Nothing ever can happen to one of us again.” She raised her face, blinding with its incandescence. Their kiss opened the floodgates of the heart and swept their veins with fire. Life with Its inevitable pitfalls stretched far and wide before them, but one thing they knew: this was the top most pinnacle of surrender. Never could they give again what now they gave, never step back out of that world of love to which aU other loves are but an echo. (THE END) Historians Given Unpublished Letters Written by Explorer Meriwether Lewis Hitherto unknown—or uncon firmed—sidelights on the life of Meriwether Lewis, co-explorer with WUUam Clark of the Northwest, have been revealed with the be quest to the Missouri Historical so ciety of unpubUshed letters written by the great explorer and scout, ac cording to a St. Louis United Press correspondent in the Detroit Free Press. Scholars have been working on the letters and documents, which were given to the society by the late Dr. Meriwether Lewis Anderson, a descendant of Lewis. Anderson died at Richmond, Va. Included in the group are numer ous letters written by the explorer to his mother. One, written in 1795, when he was twenty, was in a semi- apologetic tone for his seeming in- abUity to stay home. He had enlist ed with some Virginia troops at the time, and wrote: “So violently opposed is my gov erning passion for rambling to the wishes of aU my friends, that I am led intentionaDy to err and then have vanity enough to hope for for giveness. “I do not know how to account for this Quixotic disposition of mine in any other manner or its being in flicted by any other cause than that of having inherited it in right of the Meriwether famUy." He asked his mother to forgive him on that basis; then promised to let her know of his whereabouts “by every opportunity.” One of the prizes of th# new addi tions to the society’s already large coUection of Lewis-Clark material is a letter written by Lewis to his mother in July, 1803, less than a year before he departed on the ex pedition which was to make his name prominent in the history of American exploration. Regarding his prospects with op timism, he wrote: “The nature of this expedition is by no means dangerous.” He assured her that the route was to be “altogether through tribes of Indians who are perfectly friendly to the United States. For its fatigues I feel myself perfectly prepared, nor do I doubt by health and strength of constitution to bear it. I go with the utmost preconviction in my mind of returning safe.” His preconviction proved reliable, but he and his small band of com panions did not make the journey without hardship. The expedition did not turn out to be “by no means dangerous” nor were the Indians al ways “perfectly friendly.” Lewis and Clark started from a point near St. Louis early in 1804. They were gone nearly two and one- half years. With the object of learn ing something of the possibUities of the half-unknown Louisiana Pur chase which Thomas Jefferson had made, the two men foUowed the Missouri river to its sources and be yond, up to the Pacific ocean. They returned to St. Louis in the early autumn of 1806. Famous Trees in Various Parts of the Country Are Memorials to Great Events A few trees of the miDions which people the forests, farms and towns of the United States have been sin gled out by history to play famous parts and to stand as memorials to great events in the life of the coun try. “Symbolizing fully as weU as tablet or piDar could do, some sig nificant achievement, these trees represent the pecuDar fitness of trees as memorials, and It is - spe- ciaUy appropriate that they should have a haU of fame of their own,” says the Forestry Almanac of the American Tree association. It is from the almanac that most of the foUowing information about famous trees has been taken: Some distinguished trees stand out by reason of their age, such as the General Sherman Sequoia in the Se quoia National park of California. Its age is reckoned at 4,000 years, and it has a diameter of 33 feet and a height of 280 feet. Many of the redwoods and sequois are as old or nearly as old as this one. When Charles Sumner was sena tor from Massachusetts he sent to the czar of Russia an acorn from a tree near the tomb of Washington at Mount Vernon. This acorn grew to an oak in the palace grounds in St. Petersburg, and an acorn from It was planted in the White House grounds in Washington in 1904 and is now a prosperous tree. Washington has several other fa mous trees, including the Treaty Oak, under whose branches an im portant treaty with the Indians was signed. Id North Carolina is the great Battle Ground Oak, which viewed the battle of Guilford court house. Near Bath, Pa., stands the Wash ington horse-chestnut, which was presented by George Washington to General Brown of Revolutionary fame, who planted it in front of his home. Several other trees associat ed with the name of Washington stand in New York state. One is the White Plains sycamore near his headquarters at that place, and an other is at his headquarters at Pawling. Another famous tree in New York state is a balm cf Gilead which has given its name to the viffage of BalmviDe. It marks a fork in an early colonial road, and is known to date to at least 1640. At Rome, N. Y., is preserved the Fort Stan- wix tree, from which, according to tradition, the first American flag used in battle was flown in 1776. At Schaghticoke, N. Y., }s the “tree of peace” which was planted by the British Governor Andros and a party of Indians as part of the cere monies of a peace meeting. Near Chadds ford, Delaware county, Pennsylvania, is the Lafay ette sycamore. Its branches over hang a stone v ouse occupied by General Lafayette as his headquar ters on the eve of the battle of Brandywine. He was laid under this tree when wounded in the battle. 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