In obedience to commands laid upon me by his Honor, I spent both Tuesday and Wednesday in inquiries as to the origin of the offensive paragraph which appeared in Monday's issue of the Leader.
Names were given me, but too many of them.

It took me two days to sift these down to one, and when I had succeeded in doing this, it was only to find that the man I sought was ninety miles away.

Madam, I journeyed those ninety miles to learn that meanwhile he had returned to this city.
While I was covering those miles for the second time, to-day's paragraph appeared.

I hastened to accuse its author of libel, but the result was hardly what I expected.

Perhaps you know what he said." "No," she harshly returned, "I do not." And with the instinctive gesture of one awaiting attack she raised her now sleepy and nodding child in front of her laboring breast, with a look in her eyes which I see yet.
"He said--pardon me, your Honor, pardon me, Madam--that I was at liberty to point out what was false in it." With a leap she was on her feet, towering above us all in her indignation and overpowering revolt against the man who was the conscious instrument of this insult.