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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C-, FRIDAY, MARCH 4, 1938
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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
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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.
While the Washington elm in
Cambridge, Mass., where the gen
eral took command of the colonial
army, is no more, a commemora
tive tablet marks the spot where it
stood so long. j
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Peter Lorre, the sinister “Mr.
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tical jokes in HoDywood. Folks out
there know he always strikes back.
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ing.
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“Stage Door” . . . Pick and Pat, radio
comedians, are going to make motion pic
tures for Republic . . , Although pretty
busy conducting the Magic Key and Fri
day night concert hours, Frank Black
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eighteen acre Pennsylvania farm and now
he is actually making money from his
prize live stock and chickens . . . Ronald
Colman will return to the screen in “If l
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costume melodramas . . . Reed Kennedy,
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