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HOM- PHIt- CAfiTSXOi/pe citizen or coi-P TEA. NfcVADA SPtAKEtZ'S. JT>W0 , [HE. MUST HAWE SET THAT CfiOWP CpLAZ-'V >1 roRiAL paoe The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER like; Trinity t'\ i i i also tered; ]U*OM • ApI % Gool* ablet H ousts osmt l>oai 7467. | M6J bo Am me# twor vat*. 1779-1 LAl^ •!- i ytree NIC# all NIC yot conv NIC ve Cen A fOI nr Pea TW 1« 362 r tat To? f wi ?r> foi bi is* Tl THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN Published Every Afternoon Exrrpt Sunday By THE GEORGIAN COMPANY At 20 East Alabama St . Atlanta. Oa. Entered aj second-class matter at postofflee at Atlanta, under act of March 3.1R78 Subscription Price—Delivered by carrier. 10 cents a week. By mail, $6.00 a year. Payable in Advance How Would a Term in Jail Impress This Judge? What Effect Would It Have Jpon Him? Would It Make Him Realize That the Constitution of the United States Possesses Authority Bigger Than His Own? (Copyright, IMS.) Egmont and Horn By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. T HE execution In the rreat square at Brussels, of Eg mont and Horne three hun dred and forty-five years ago, was one of the minor tragedies of his tory out of which, sometimes, there come tremendous consequences. Egmont, apart from the fact that he had very "blue” blood and a whole lot of "rank” and money, amounted to but little as a world force; while Horn was at best but a mediocrity; yet on account of the flagrant injustice of the charges that were trumped up against them by old Alva and the cold-blooded fashion in which they were executed, there resulted a state of mind In the Nether lands that was to work mightily for the good of humanity in all lands and ages. story of Egmont and Horn long to tell here, but those do not already know It may it told to perfection in Mot ley's "Rise of the Dutch Repub lic.” It is enough here to note the fact that in consequence of the Judicial murder of Egmont and Horn there came about the pollt- wUhc.-' pojL&t the N eMherlgadg .first let us point out that some of our judges take then, •elves a little too seriously. There are among them, fortunately, men of high character and ability. These, let us hope, are a majority. But the public is not bewildered or dazed by a gown of black silk which some judges wear on the bench. In fact, these days the public has come to look more closely at the judges and re fuse to take too seriously their estimate of their own importance. And now let us oome to the interesting case of a person called A. B. Pittman, who is a judge in Tennessee. The news reports tell us that this interesting Pittman indi vidual put in jail a newspaper editor, Gilbert D. Raine, of the News Scimitar, because, if you please, Mr. Raine had published in his newspaper an article that the judge had told him NOT to print. The judge in sending this man to jail did not get the opinion of a jury or of other judges. He simply had said to the editor of the newspaper, ‘‘You must not print such an article.” And when the editor printed it he put him in jail. We assume that this judge is personally honest and that the main trouble with him is that he hasn’t read the Constitution of the United States and doesn’t realize that a two-penny judge is a smaller factor in this nation than the Constitution. If the judge had read the Constitution he would know that it says something about liberty of the press. And he would know that those that wrote the Constitution, which unfortunately provides a pretty easy way for dishonest men to get on the bench, never intended that judges should be al lowed to edit newspapers in advance. We assume, as we have said, that this judge happens to be an honest man personally, that he is not a grafter, doesn’t take bribes, isn’t hired by a corporation, wasn ‘t taken out of a corpo ration law office and put on the benoh—in fact, that he is not the type of judge that USUALLY is found objocting to publication of the truth. But, Judge Pittman, suppose that you WERE that kind of a dishonest judge. Suppose you DID belong to the kind of grafting class occa sionally found wrapped up in black silk. And suppose an editor intended to print the truth about you and about your graft. How simple it would be to forbid the publication of the arti cle and to prevent its publication by threatening to lock up the man who printed it I Would not that be a very easy way to keep your story and an account of what you had done out of the newspapers and thus TO SAVE YOUR OWN SKIN? Are you not afraid that, immaculately honest as YOU are, in sentencing a man to jail for printing what you don’t want in his paper, some other judge might take the hint and use the power that you have abused to prevent by threats of imprisonment the publication of truth concerning his own misdeeds! Don’t you think, Judge Pittman, that it is a more serious offense for a judge, taking the salary of the people, to violate the Constitution of the United States than it is fer the editor of a newspaper to print something that YOU don’t approve. Do you think that man should be put in jail merely because he did what YOU said he must not do? What would you think if it were said to yon that YOU must be put in jail FOR DOING WHAT THE CONSTITUTION SAYS YOU MUST NOT DO? What effect do you think a few months in jail would have on YOU and your views of the Constitution? Don’t you suppose it would be an excellent thing if the peo ple of your State and of all the States had the right of RECALL, which would enable them to take from the bench, repudiate AND STOP THE PAY of judges like yourself who appear to lack ap. predation of the Constitution of the United States? which enabled William the Silent to lay the foundations for the lit tle republic which has written Its name so large and enduring In the annals of the race. "Like things of another world." ■wrote a distinguished contempo rary. "seem the cries, lamenta tions and Just compassion which all the people of Brussels, noble or Ignoble, feel for the barbarous tyranny of this Nero of an Alva:” and out of that feeling was born the opposition to Philip and his henchmen which made possible the Dutch republic. In his Iniquitous attempt to throttle the liberty of the Hol landers Philip overreached him self, permitted his favorite, the Duke of Alva, to gratify his per sonal spite by the murder of Eg mont and Horn, and In so doing played into the hand of the very cause he hated and was trying to overthrow. Thus may we see how true it is that oftentimes in this world good comes out of evil, and out of the ashes of Ignorance and Bigotry the flower of Free dom and P-'hgreti. At the Movies Not a Lifeguard in Sight PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS The Little Dramas of Nature. Country Offers Amateur Naturalists of Animal Life as Absorbing and Fasci nating Study as Ever Staged in Any Theater of the Universe—Studies of Nature Make Life More Interesting and the Mind Richer. By GARRETT P. SERVISS I WISH I could persuade every body who Is going to take a vacation anywhere In the country this summer to become an amateur naturalist. You needn’t study books nor pursue the subject scientifically nor sys tematically unless you want to, but Just simply keep your eyes and ears open. Leave your gun at home, leet It tempt you to mur der some Innocent creature, hut take an opera-glase In your pock et If convenient. The stage of nature is full of actors and acti esses playing dramas of absorbing Interest and offering spectacles as fascinating and beautiful as any that ever the electric lights of the theater shone upon. The trouble with most people who seek rest or recreation In the country is that they think only of automobile rides, tennis, golf, fishing and garden parties, and neglect the delightful little sights that are all about them. Birds are really more Interesting than golf balls, and the charm of a brook Is not summed up In the trout that spring at your bait. Charms of Nature. If a list were made, not of the greatest but of the happiest, men who have lived, it seems to me that Gilbert White, of Selborne, would stand near the head, be cause of the delight that he found in simply watching the little dramas of nature about him—a delight which he succeeded in transmitting, through hie wonder ful book, to many generations of his successors on the earth. He wrote only that one little book, and he talked only of birds, bees, wasps, fish, trees, storms, springs, ponds, glow-worms, squirrels— and one old tortoise—but what he wrote will be read with avidity after a million novels have been forgotten. Consider only the pleasure the instruction, the philosophy and the delight that he got from that tortoise, which he made the most famous turtle in all history and whose shell is preserved, on Gil bert White's account, In the Brit ish National Museum. The tortoise turns up at un expected junctures in many parts of the book. When you have got a little taste of his quality, you look for him as you look for the appearances of Hhmlet In the play. When the dandelions are starring the meadows, up comes the tortoise out of his mud bed. He is covered with a shell that could bear the weight of a cart wheel, and yet he pulls in his head and runs for shelter at the slight est sprinkling of rain! A sultry March day bring him out, Ilk* a hibernating fly buzzing round a Christmas hearth, but a touch of returning froat sends him scur rying under ground. A golden day in November plays another trick upon his instinct, and out he comes from the mud, and hob bles to the feet of a good old lady whom he has known for thirty years. Age Will Bring Wisdom. But he is only a youth yet. tor the chelonian span of life covers a century or more, and If he were older, perhaps he would be wiser, and not let the vagaries of the season fool him. Gilbert White studies all has movements, gets at all his se crets, admires his sagacity, and wonders at his deliberate move ments when he begins to dig his winter bed in a swamp, for, “the motion of its legs i9 ridicu'ously slow, little exceeding the hour- hand of a clock!” White made the acquaintance of this tortoise * % at a friend's house in Sussex, and whenever he went there, looked him up or saw where he was sleeping. Finally be bought him, dug him out of his hibernaculum, or winter dormi tory, hissing with anger at being disturbed, and carried him in a. box of earth. 80 miles by post- chair fc, und put him In his own garC It does one’s heart good to flS/fcnw delighted the old nat ure#/*t was with his bargain. He thought as much of that tortoise ap you might of a pet dog—per haps more. Then began a little life drama before an appreciative spectator. You Can Enjoy Nature. To the reader’s regret, Gilbert White gives only brief glimpses of it In his book. You see the tortoise sitting comfortably under a cabbage leaf when the sun Is too hot in midsummer; you catch a sight of him careened up against a southward-facing wall in early autumn to catch every feeble ray of warmth on his back, and, finally, you see him stealing out of the garden by back ways, eluding the eyes of the gardener and of his master, to keep a tryst in some neighbor’s field, for Cupid’s darts could penetrate even his hard shell! Everybody might be a Gilbert White in a small way, and It Is certain that anybody who tries to be will find the world a pleasant er place to live In and his mind richer for the experience. It is generally difficult to re tain the friendship of the man to whom you have sold mining stocks. * * • The anxiety that some men ex perience in holding a soft job is more wearing than real work would be. • • • Do not look up to or down upon people. Give ail tho horizontal kaui&L „ —- *1 The railroad president ha» some troubles, but he usually gets salary enough to take care of the rent and grocery bill. • • • When we look at some hus bands we cannot blame the wife for preferring the company of a pet dog. • * • “Pure Feud” laws don’t seem to reduce the Kentucky death W* _ \ It is safer to trust the Individ ual with a loud laugh than the one with the pussy-cat smile. * • • A man should either be very rich or very poor to enter the game of politics. • * * A faint heart never provoked a breach of promise suit. • • • Health brings happiness to all eava the doctor. Promotion Is liable to tighten the hatband of the most level- beaded individual. * * • "Wolf of Wall Street” is report ed missing. Maybe he's .lding In a telephone booth. • « * The cheerful loser is generally the most powerful politician. « • • The young woman hardly ever marries an old man for love. THE PRICE HE PAID By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright, 1913, by American-Journal-Examtnsr. I SAID I would have my fling, And do what a young man may; And I didn’t believe a thing That the parsons have to say. I didn’t believe In a God That gives us blood like fire, Then flings us into hell because We answer the call of desire.' And I said: "Religion is rot, And the laws of the world are nil; For the bad man Is he who Is caught And cannot foot his bill. And there Is no place called hell; And heaven is only a truth. When a man has his way with a maid. In the fresh keen hour of youth. "And money can buy us grace, If it rings on the plate of the church: And money can neatly erase Each sign of a sinful smirch.” For I saw men everywhere, Hotfooting the road of vice; And women and preachers smiled on them As long as they paid the price. So I had my joy of life: I went the pace of the town; And then I took me a wife, And started to settle down. I had gold enough and to spare For all of the simple Joys That belong with a house and a home And a brood of girls and boys I married a girl with health And virtue and spotless fame. I gave In exchange my wealth And a proud old family name. And I gave her the love of a heart Grown sated and sick of alnl My deal with the devil was all cleaned up, And the last bill handed In. She was going to bring me a child. And when In labor she cried, With love and fear 1 was wild— But now I wish she had died. For the son she bore me was blind And crippled and weak and sore! And his mother was left a wreck. It was so she settled my score. I said X must have my fling, And they knew the path. I would go; Yet no one told me a thing Of what I needed to know. Folks talk too much of a Boul From heavenly Joys debarred— And not enough of the babes unborn. By the sins of their fathera, scarred.