TIIE SCIt ANTON TRIBUNE-MONDAY MORNINft, JUNE 7, 1807. Cbc Rome Reading Circle $ , A WAR-TIME INCIDENT. ! $ Sy WILL N. Copyright, 1S07, by : PAKT I. During; the civil war, the mountains of northern Georcla were the refuge of men who, to avoid conscription, hid in caves, canyons and dense thickets. Here also were the hiding-places of lawless bands of "bushwhackers," who went about robbing the weak and the helpless and often committing mur ders. Through having lost an eye In boy hood,' and' having a slight lameness In one leg, old Coot Yarborugh had man nged to secure Immunity from mili tary duty, and, with his wife, lived In a cabinet the foot of the Cohuttas, near the main road leading over the moun tain. "They are a-flghtln' like rips over at Dalton," he said late one summer afternoon as he stood In the cabin door and looked eastward. Ills wife left the potatoes she was roasting In the hot ashes at the fireplace, came to his side, listened to the far-away artillery and sighed deeply. "It's awful," she said. "Jest think o' the pore men that's being' plied up an drug qff the field dead an dyln', an' half o" 'em starvln' fur some'n' t' eat. The Lord only knows what they are a-flghtln' fur anyway." "Let 'em go It," Yarborough said, unsympathetlcally: 'the balls hain't a goln' to reach us over hecr." "The war has hulnt my life," she said, -with another sigh. "I mought n-putt up with yore disposition In ordi nary times, but thar Is too much temptation amongst all this outlawln fur a weak, waverln' man like you. I hoped you was goln' to do better when the war fust broke out, but I lost all heart when I discovered you was aidln' Scth Moore's gang o' he devils." "You don't know what yo're a-talkln' about," he replied, surlily; "mind yore own business." "You can't deny It," the old woman went on, with the calmness of resigna tion In her tone. "T'other night Bill Long came by'axln' fur Information o' his family, an' said he had got this fur without detection. You talked to Mm like a friend, and got Mm to set down to rest while you went an' told Seth Moore. Do you reckon I was much surprised when I heerd they'd caught Mm a mllo furder on' and robbed Mm o' the last cent he had In the world?" "You don't know what you are a talkln' about," he repeated, but he kept his eyes upon the ground and mopd uneasily. "Before Mandy married and moved away from us, you was a different sort of a man, kase she always did have some Influence over you fur good. Yorc evil ways begun with yore glttln' m:vl t her fui roarryln,' the only man, she ever dldwiay any, store by,( andj ydu have gone downhill ever'slhce. Mandy was the only child J ey,er ha-1, but you separated me from her, and my life lsxJest rained that's .all. Shi's got grown children by now, nil' they'd 'a' been a comfort to us, ef you'd Jest a been more forglvm'." Hi was prevented from replying by the sound of horses' hoofs do.vn the road. 'Git In the house," sail the old wo iron, Calmly; "thar's m tellln' but It rr.ij be somebody lookln for you " I'tle and fxclted he dljj.ppiijre.l Into tie cabin. Mrs, Yarboruigh stood in the doorway, prepared for any emer gency. Out In the dusk down the road came a. bay horse, ridden by a pale, slender boy of sixteen or seven teen yean of age, wearing a soiled and worn confederato uniform. His left arm was bandaged, and he looked very tired and weak. "I'm, a wounded soldier," he said, drawing rein at the cabin. "I've got a furlough, an' am a-tryln' to git through to Plcklns county to my folks. I don't know which side you are on, an' you may not want me to stop, but I've lost a good deal o' blood, an' can't go any further tonight." "We never turn anybody away, ef we .kin help it," the old woman said, sympathetically; "git down, an" I'll put yor hoss In the stable." "I'll tend to Mm." said Coot Yarbor ough, who had been listening at a crack In the wall of the cabin, and now came out fearlessly. The boy followed him, as he led the horse to the stable behind the cabin, and with his unin jured hand opened his saddle-bags and emptied some shelled corn Into the an imal's trough "You got a mighty fine boss," re marked Yarborough, as they were en tering the cabin. "I hain't seed as good a one in many a. day." As she placed a chair for the guest, Mrs. Yarborough cast a searching glance at h'er husband. "He don't belong to me," said th? boy. "A feller over thar at Dalton lent Mm io me to git home on. He was a preacher, an' was a-feerd the soldlora would take Mm anyway. I was offered two thousand dollars fur him In Con federate morjey this mornln'." Yarborough had caught his wife's eye, and made no reply. He sat down In the chimney corner, kicked the pine embers under the logs, and continued to think of the good points of tha horse .and what, might bo done with it at Or time when rich men were offer ing large amounts for any means of travel. "I know you must be hungry," re- ITCHING SKIN DISEASES Efxidt Cdxi TuvrurtT for torturing, dliOg. irlnjr.ltchlor, burning, 'and icaly akin and aealp ditsaats wlto lo of hair. Warm batrn with Cu. Tiouii. Boar, centlo application! of Cbtioc. (ofntnienO, and Wit doiea of Cutioobi IUiol Tzar, greatest of blood purlflen and humor cures T mlii HiT.uttatit the world. Ponil DiooChiu. Conr., Bo1 Prom., Ho.loa. or " Ilo 19 CnrtluKhutSkla D1ihi," free. RED ROUGH HANDS 'W&rJZW (uticura HARBEN. Will N. Harben. marked Mrs. Yarborough; "you don't look overly well fed." A smile crime on the thin face of the boy. "I hain't had a bite slnco five o'clock this morning, except some parched corn with salt." 'The Lord knows you ain't In no con dition to travel on a empty stomach," the woman said. "We hain't got much, but we kin give you some hot corn trend an' bacon," "That'll be mighty sweet-tatted to rre,' said 4he boy; "I hain't had noth In but canned meat an' hard tact for a month. Hungry as I am, I've borter tU'ied agin it." After supper they drew their chairs back to the fireplace, tor tho night air was cool. Rising to help Mrs. Yarbor ough put a log of wood on the fire, tho young soldier dropped his haversack from his arm to the floor. There was a Jingle of gold and silver coin, as a little bag filled with money rolled Into sight. As he hastily, and with some embarrassment, picked it up and re stored It to the haversack, the boy caught Coot Yarborough's eye. "I may as well own up that I've been tryln' to keep It hid all this time," he sMd, flushing. "I wastn't afeerd o' youuns, but It belongs to a feller In the army, an' he axed me to take It to his folks nigh whar I live, an' made mo promise not to let a soul know It was on me." "It's mighty reesky In these moun tain to be toatln' money about, ur to be astraddle of a fine hoss," put in Mrs. Yarborough at her dlshpan on the table. Just out of the firelight. "You never know when you are with honest people." "That's so," agreed the boy; "an" I don't like to be responsible for any body's property. I made shore I was goln to be robbed about an hour ago. I met two shabby-lookln' fellers on mules. I noticed that they liked the appearance of my hoss, an' that they turned and followed me after I passed. My hoss was purty fresh, and when I got over the rise of the, hill I whipped up an' got away from 'em." "How fur back was that7" asked Mrs. Yarborough, with stern anxiety. Her eyes rested on her husband's face. "Pour or Ave miles, I reckon." "Was one a tall, dark-complected man, an' t'other a little stunted feller with a gray goatee?" "Exactly; you must know 'em." "I do, ef anybody does. Thar ain't two blacker-hearted scoundrels un hung; they'd murder a sick woman fur her last quarter." The boy put his hand on the butt of his pistol, and his face was very serious. "I wouldn't a-run frum them as I did, but I had this money an' lost my gun when my hoss was BWlmmln' the river. I didn't think my pistol would do any good, unless I could use both hands to reload." The old woman dried her hands on her apron, came Into the firelight, took his pistol and examined It. "Is It loaded?" "Ybs'rm but the powder may be damp." "They are a helpless kind of thing," she said, holding the weapon down near Yarborough's knee, as she lifted the hammer and cap, and carefully looked at the powder In the tube. "Looks damp to me; my eyes are bad; you'd better not take any chances." Then, as If actuated by a sudden Impulse, and despite the glare of opposition In Yar borough's eyes, she took down a shin ing revolver from the mantelpiece, and gave It to the boy. "I think we'd better swap," she said. "Your'n will do fur me; besides we've got two guns, an' my husband has a Smith an' Weston that he always carries under his coat.'1 Yarborough's glare swept from her to the fireplace, ire was afraid that she might go further In her Insinua tions. "It's mine," she said to Yarborough. "I traded a good cow fur It, an' can dispose of It as I like." "I am mighty much obliged," said the boy. "I wouldn't take It, but I've got a good deal of responsibility on me, un' may need It bad." "I'd sleep with It cocked In my hand every night, on this1 road," she said, as much to her husband, as to her guest. "This Is a awful country fur a wound e 1 boy like you to be In. You don't know who to trust." "I know that, but speakln' about sleepln' reminds me that I need It bad. I kin hardly hold my eyes open, an' I want to get an early start In the mornln'." "Yore bed Is up In the loft," she said, rising. "You'il have to climb the lad der. Me an' Mr. Yarborough' sleeps down heer" She lighted a short piece of a tallow dip and gave It to him. "Well, I'll tell you both good night," said the soldier, and he went to the ladder, followed by Mrs. Yarborough. "I don't believe I'd take the trouble to undress ef I was you." she said, In a whisper, as she caught tho ladder to steady It. "You see thar's no tellln when a body might be surprised." "All right," he said; "good night." When the boy had disappeared, Mrs. Yarborough took a musket from the wall over the head of her bed and sat down opposite her husband. She drew the ramrod and carefully took the measurement on the Inside and outside of the barrel, to see If It were charged, and then, when she had satisfied her self that It was, she examined the cap carefully. Yarborough was watching her movements like a suspicious dog, "What are you a'goln' to do with that gun'?' he asked. "Use It, If necessary," she replied, without looking at him. "Looky' heer, Coot Yarboroush," she went on, more sternly; "do you reckon I don't know that Seth Moore and Budd Ilardcastle are still on this boy's trail? They know In reason he'd have to stop oom'ers to night, an' this Is the only place. Now, see heer, I can't help your conduct out side o' the house along with that gang but In this cabin I will have my rights. That pore boy Is helpless, an' ef them dirty rascals put their heads In at that door tonight, as the Lord Is my stay and comfort, I'll do my best to blow their heads off," "Puli!" he sneered. "You'd better mind yore own business, ef you know what's good fur you. You can't regu late the whole country; them fellers' would make you sing a different kind of a song, ef they had a rope round yore neck as they did me once." "I ain't as rank a coward as you are," she answered, sternly, "You quiver at the very sound o Seth Moore's voice. He orders you about Ilka a dog, but ef they attempt any o" their tricks on this boy, 111 make 'cm wish they was dead. He was wounded flghtln' fur his coun try, while them that's afecred to faco powder an' ball Is a-sllnkln' about heer In tho mountains, robbln' women an' children. "I'm goln' to bed," Yarborough an swered; and he went to the high-posted bed, undressed, and retlied. Mrs, Yar borough sat for several minutes looking into the fire; then she got up, went to the door, and looked out down the road. Seeing no one, she closed the door and barred It. Then she put a stick of wood on the flro and lay down beside her husband. The hours passed. Mrs. Yarborough was pretending to be deep In sleep. Her eyes were closed, and she draw her breath heavily. Tho fire had burnt so low that the light had ceased to flicker on the walls and celling. Coot Yarborough was not asleep. He was expecting something. Toward morning It came, a soft whistle, the Imitation of tho whip-poor-will's call thrice repeated. He sat up stealthily, and looked at the face of his wife In the scml-darkness. Not a muscle of It betrayed wakefulness; her breath ing was that of a sound sleeper. PART II. Dressing himself noiselessly, Yar borough unbarred the door, opened It and went down the road In the moon light. He had scarcely left tho door step when h'ls wife rose, drew on her dress, crept to the door and looked af ter him. She heard him repeat the whip-poor-will's call, and saw eight or ten men ride out of the bushes to meet him. "Lord have mercy I" she muttered. "The whole gang Is heer; don't see how on arth I can save Mm. But out of her sheer despair rose a plan for the boy's escape. Going to the. stable, she quick ly bridled and saddled his horse, and left him fastened to a bush In the edge of the woods back of the cabin. Then she crept round to the front door, bending near the earth, so as not to be seen, and took a hasty look down tho road. The men had dismounted and stood grouped around her hus band. They were planning an attack. Hastening Into the cabin, and shud dering at the sound of the puncheons creaking under her feet, she mounted the ladder to the loft. The moonlight shone through a llttla shutterless window, and fell on the bed of the young soldier, who was so sound asleep that he did not stir till she had touch ed him. But sho had no sooner dona so, than he sat up and laid hold of the revolver lying ready at his hand. "It's Jest me," sho ald In a cautious whisper. "Git up as quick as you pos sibly can. Thar's a whole gang o' bush-whackers out thar ready to rob you." "I reclcwi not." ho said, not yet fully awake, but she heard him cock his re olver the next Instant, and knew he had comprehended her warning. "Hurry up," she said. "I've got yoro hoss ready tied In the bushes." Ho was holding his revolvs"- between bis teeth, and grunted Impat'enlly as he drew on his coat over his bauduwd aim. "I'm ready," he said, abhe fol lowed her to the .ladder, "but if I didn't have Tom Brantley's money and vnat boss to look after.I'd Jest like to let 'em btnell my powder the dirty dogs!" They reached tho floor .beieath and she held up her hand warningly, while she peered through the door. "Thank goodness, they are down thar ylt, but but come on quick: they're a-comln'l Follow me roung the house! Stoop a3 low as you cam" "Git up," she said, and she aided him to mount. "I'll show you a way through the woods. When they find you gone, they'll think you went the main road. I kin lead you to another big road, an they will never ketch you In the world." They had gone about a quarter of a mile, she keeping ahead, and parting tho bushes and briars, when the young soldier said: "Hold on thar.I kin git through the bushes an' snags better than you can with yore dress a-draggln', an' boakln' wet with dew. You git up heer an' let mo walk," "Shi It ain't fur," and sho raised her hand warningly, and continued on her way till they had reached a spot where the trees grew very densely; then she stopped und stepped back to him. Sho was pantlngly heavily, and hr hair was wet with dew. "Listen," she said, with a grim smile. "They couldn't find us heer, but they are In the cabin now. That sound was tho ladder a-fallln. I fixed It so It would slide to one side the minute any body got on it. Thar! I heer,'em a cussln'; they have discovered yore escape. Thank heaven!" as a clatter of horses' hoofs came to them on the still air "Thar they go up the big road like rips. They will try to overtake you never lmaglnln' you went this way. Come on; t'other big road is right out thar. When you git on It, you'll bo all right." A moment later the long yellow road way lay before them, stretching up wards In the moonlight. "I reckon I'd better turn back," sho said. "Keep straight ahead, and you'll git to Ellijay some time In the mornln'. But I was Just a-thlnkln"; you never told us yore name." "Roberts," he replied, smiling. "And I've eat yore meat an' bread an' slept In yore house, 'thout so much as nxln yore'n." "Yarborough," she said. "Yarborough," he repeated, "Why,, I've got a granddaddy an' grandmam my down In Fannin county by that name. It ain't a common one. Coot Yarborough was his name. My mother left 'em 'fore I was born." She had turned very white and laid a trembling hand on the boy's leg. "That's my old man's name, an we lived In' Fannin 'fore we moved up heer after the war broke out. I wonder I wonder If you are one of Mandy s children?" "That's her name, as shore as preach In'," and the boy leaned down and studied the features of his rescuer. "I thought thar was something that made me feel at home with you the minute I heerd you speak. I went to sleep up thar In rhe loft easier than I have fur many a night In a long time. But what become o' o' him the old man? Some how I couldn't quite trust hlrn tho some as I did you." A big tear came out of her eyo and fell to the ground. "I'm ashamed o' the way ho treated you," she said, almost sobbing. "I'm afeered Mandy never would understand It." "I never would mention It to her," replied the boy, slowly comprehending her drift. "Though I want to tell 'er about you. I'm mighty glad I seed you. Ef the war's ever over I want to come out heer an' help you with yore crops. I wouldn't mind him." "He ain't so awful bad," said tho old woman, "but since tho war begun he has changed from what ho used to be, DON'T sence he got In with these desperadoes. He's naturally cowardly, an' they have failed to obey their orders. But ef he'd a-knowed you was Mandy's child he'd threatened ,to take his life cf he ever n-letjthem cut his throat" ruther than a harmed you, fur eho Was about all he ever' cared for. Maybo I kin per suade him to move over nigh you-uns. I wish he would. I am tired out with this way of llvln. I want to see my child beforo I die." "I reckon you do," said tho young ooldler. pained by the eight of her emo tion. "Come, go with, me, now," h'o urged'. "Git up heer. This hoss will tote .double. Mother an' the children will bo glad to see jou. Pap Is off In tho war." The old wrinkled faco glowed with pleasure. "I couldn't think a-goln' now; he's' too weak an' waverln' to bo left to hls self; but I'll come before long, ef I am able." Then she broke out a Joyous laugh like that of a child. "I de clare, how much like Mandy you do talk, now I know who you nre. You've got her head an' eyes. But you'd better be a-goln' now. Tell Mandy I'll come over thar aa soon as I kin arrange It." The light of dawn was whitening the eastern skies as sho entered tho cabin door. Coot Yarborough was sit ting over a bis fire, his hands out stretched to the flames. Sho steLW a look of intense relief spread over his face as she came In, and then he gazed doggedly into the fire. Neither spoko for several minutes, as sho sat drying her shoes and skirts near him. She broke the silence presently. "Coot Yarborough," sho said, "I've got more Christian patlonco with you right this minute than J ever had, in spite of what you tried to do to that pore wounded boy last, night. Tho, Heavenly Father stepped, Jet,ween you on' a, awful crime. Thaf-boy them fel lers might a-murdered last night (fur he'd V-'fought 'em .till he drapped) was nobody else but Mandy's oldest boy." He started, gazed at her wildly, an awful horror growing In his eyes, for fully a minute; then he hung his head and quivered In every limb for a long time. Her dress dried, she rose and looked down at his cowed figure pity ingly. "I'll fry some bacon an' put on a pan o' bread," she said, gently. But he made no reply, and she busied herself with the cooking utensils on the hearth at his feet. "He was mighty anxious to have us move over thar,-" she went on. "He lowed he'd help us with our crops ef the war was ever stopped, an' that Mandy an' the rest of 'em would like to see us. Roberts ain't thar; he's oft In the war; you wouldn't have to see him. I am mighty lonely, so fur from women folks, an" I do want to see Mandy and her other children. I'd think you would, too." "After what happened last night" the old man began, but he did not fin ish what ho started to say, and, to hide his embarrassment, he roso and stood In the door. "He said he didn't Intend to say one single word about It," said Mrs. Yar borough, argumentatlvely; "he ain't the unforglvln' sort." "What time had you ruther start7" Yarborough asked, his eyes on tho white mists that were climbing up the mountain side. "I kin get a wagon fur our things an' a hoss. I don't In tend to meet them feller3 agin. They are mad at us, kase he got away last night. I I knowed you had- led Mm out the back way, but I didn't let on, kase kase they would a-kllled you I! they had caught you." "We'll go today, then," said tho old woman. "I want to see 'Mandy. mighty bad." Not since the birth of her only child had Mrs. Yarborough felt so happy as when she and her husband drove over tho mountain to Join those she loved in the peaceful valley beyond. Prosecuted for Doing Their Diily From the Philadelphia Press. A point has been reached in the trial of the cases growing out of the Sugar trust Investigation, which, unless wo altogether misconceive It, Involves In the highest degree the privileges and liberty of the press and the defence ot publla rights. Several witnesses were Indicted for deollnlng to answer ques tions of tho committee. Messrs. Have meyer and Seorlea have gone free upon the decision of the Judge. Tho next trial will bo that of the newspaper corres pondents which Is set down for Mon day. Mr. Edwards, the "Holland" of the Philadelphia Press, and Mr. Shrlv er of the New York Mall and Express will be arraigned for declining to dis close tho names of Informants for statements they published In connec tion with the Sugar trust and Its opera tions. The arraignment of Mr. Shrlver Is nothing less than'grotesque. He very properly refused to give the name of tho authority for his publication; but when a question arose from this refusal, the authority himself, who was a mem ber of congress, promptly and volun tarily came forward and avowed that he was responsible for the statement. Mr, Shrlver had protected his confi dence and his honor, but all possible ground of complaint against him was removed and" tho proceedings should have been Instantly dismissed. Tho case of Mr. Edwards is more vital and From "Life." Copyright, 1807, by Mitchell & Miller. DESTROY A ROMANCE BY MEETING HIM MORE THAN HALF gi important. His famous letter to the Press of May 14, 1894, was the Imme dlato occasion and tho essential basis of tho Investigation ordered by the sen ate. The substance of that letter was that tho Sugar trust had mado heavy contributions In the campaign of 1892; that it made these contributions with the understanding that its Interests should be protected in passing the sug ar tariff; and that tho sugar schedule presented by the senate In the con struction of the Wilson-Gorman bill was framed explicitly in compliance with that understanding. These gen eral propositions were fortified and ill uminated with great fullness and min uteness of speclflo information. The central and commanding link in the chain of evidence was the striking and startling revelation that Secretary Carlisle, as the representative of tho administration, and In the Interest of tho trust, had framed the sugar sched ule and that It was actually presented and placed before the Finance com mittee In his own handwriting. When Mr. Edwards was called to the stand and asked to name tho source from which he obtained that Informa tion, he very properly declined to do so. Every other honorable and right minded Journalist in the United States would have dono tho same thing under the same circumstances. Mr. Edwards received the information In confidence and he manfully refused to violate that confidence. It was no rightful concern of tho senate who the Informant was. The only legitimate question for its in quiry was, Is the statement true? As a matter of fact Mr. Edwards had him self seen the paper. He knew the sec retary's handwriting. There could be no chance of mistake. Yet ho was never asked If he had seen the paper and knew It to be what he said It was. The effect was not to get at the truth, but to get at the Informant not to punish the wrong but to punish the ex 'poser of the wrongdoing. To know the source of tho Information was In no way needful to determine whether the Information was true. The statement was susceptible of proof entirely In dependent of its origin. Every member of tho committee knew It was true. As a matter of fact the paper was after wards produced and the statement was absolutely vertlfled In every particular. To Insist on the name of the Informant, therefore, was not prompted In the In terest of truth or of Justice, but simply and solely for the purpose of punishing him, and Mr, Edwards would have been less than tho true and chivalrous man ho is had he yielded to this sinister de mand. The question involved Is far brooder and far more Important than this par ticular case. We shall not now assume to discuss the proposition whether there are legal distinctions between the case of Mr. Edwards and those of Chapman, Havemeyer and Searlcs. But there Is a broad moral distinction which will be Instantly recognized. Mr. Chapman was the broker who refused to answer whether he was acting for senatorial clients In sugar speculation. If there was corrupt connection be tween tho trust and the senate, Messrs. Havemeyer and Searles were partici pants. These parties were accomplices In the alleged' wrong and wero seeking to suppress the truth. They were all acting against t,he public Interests. On the other hand, Mr. Edwards was ex posing tho wrong and moving for tho public welfare. While they were seek ing darkness ho was turning on tho light. Their object was to conceal, his to uncover. They were in a conspiracy between the trust and the senate, and ho was laying it bare in the Interests of the people. There was In their act tho element not only of evasion and suppression but of turpitude, while his was warfare against wrong and de fence of public rights. They suppressed tho truth and aided and shielded tho guilty; ho revealed the truth and only withheld tho wholly unnecessary name of the Informant; and to proceed against them all alike for contumacy Is to confound cases which In every moral quality are as wide apart as the poles. In decllnng to betray his Informant Mr. Edwards was following the estab lished and indispensable code of Jour nalism. He was acting upon a prin ciple which lies at the very foundation of the freedom of the press and of the security of tho rights and Interests of tho people. It Is the prerogative of Journalism to publish legitimate infor mation which serves to onllghten and protect the public; It Is the safeguard of the public and of every Individual that this publication must be made under all the restraints and responsibilities which tho law Imposes upon Journal ism. If a newspaper publishes state ments which are false or unjust to any person, It does so at Its own peril. There Is ample remedy In tho law of libel and any aggrieved party can secure re dress. The vital question Is, Is the In formation true, and It Is proper for pub lic information? Tho source of Infor mation is of no consequence. The newspaper, not the Informant, takes the responsibility. Newspapers derive their Intelligence from many sources some of them public, some of them pri vate, No rule Is better established and none Is more Important In the public Interest than the rule that while every newspaper Is amenable to the law If its Information shall be false or in jurious, Its guardianship of the sources of confidential Information shall be sa credly respected. So manifest Is the propriety of this principle that Mary land has passed a law which protect-) tho confidences of Journalists the same as those of lawyers and priests. Many of the most Important and valuable ex posures of wrong which have ever been made would never have been under taken had they Involved a betrayal of the source of Information. Indee'd, If such protection did not exiBt many of the doors would be closed. There In no editor who does not often base edi torial discussion on knowledge which comes to him In a confidential way. He takes his own risk In the publication, and If ho publishes what Is false and Indefensible he must answer for It. The vital question relates to the char acter of the publication Itself, and no useful end Is served by undertaking to go behind what must Itself pass the full scrutiny ot the law. When the editor accepts tho lnformaton and pub lishes It he himself takes the whole re sponsibility, and the unknown source that stands behind Is nothing to any body. -1 ' Tho senate committee Itself should have made the clear and commanding distinction which exists In this case. It would have been far better for Its own fame had It drawn the line be tween the accomplice and tho accuser. It should have seen that In the case of Mr. Edwards there was no real contu macy; that he was Btandlng as a cham pion of the people against a nefarious conspiracy; that he was withholding no Information essential to the revelation of tho truth; and that his honorable attitude of defending the confidence re posed in him alone made the truth ac cessible. It should have recognized that the question Involved touches tho most sacred privileges of Journalism and popular liberty. Senator Henry Cabot Lodge especially should have seen and seized the opportunity presented to him.. He Is tho accomplished histori cal student. He Is familiar with tho great struggles for the freedom of printing from the malignant and Impo tent warfare on John Wilkes down to the present day. He Is tho one man of all others who, standing up In the com mittee or before the senate, should have said: "Let not the committee o.1 the senate put Itself In the attitude of r. persecutor. Let it not array Itself with those despots and marlots who have sought to stifle the liberty of the press. Mr. Edwards, It Is true, has declined to answer a question, but he Is not a con tumacious witness. He Is only actlnp the honorable part which every man of honor must respect. He Is not with holding any legitimate Information but opening the way to the completo estab lishment of the truth. He Is not to bo confounded with those wltn'cssej vho are seeking to taint the senate or to shield talntod senators. The question which Mr. Edwards declines to answer Is In ti't way essential In this Investiga tion, and I insist that tho opmmitteu ought to withdraw it or that no pio ceedlngs should be taken against Mr. Edwards for declining to answer It." Had Senator Lodge taken such an at titude as his antecedents and his at tainments might have led us to expect, ho would have made himself the fore most champion In this country of tho liberty ot tho press and would have held a unique and enviable position. In falling to grasp the splendid chance, ha missed one of the greatest oppor tunities which has come to any states man or public leader In recnt years. The question which he, with a clear vision and a pure aim, could have set tled on the spot, remains now to bo de termined In another manner. We do not discuss tho legal Issues which will be presented on Monday. But this case, with Its deep Import and Us far-reach-lnrr significance, cannot be dwarfted by any petty technicality. We do not ex aggerate it when we say that in the largest senso It Involves the freedom of the press and the ethics of Journal ism. 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