The courier-index., 1921-04-01

Woodrow Wilson escapes today from the vengeance of q people whom he nobly served. Aged ana broken, but dauntless, he recedes into history, affording another tragic example of peoples ingratitude.
 Fame will whisper his name down the ages. History will tell of his great learning, his moral power, the honor he brought t0 his country, the strange beauty with which Ae pictured it's spiritual mission, and will proclaim this as a golden hour; yet we who have lived in it seem unconscious and indifferent. I ne shame of his people is written in the story of the sorrows of Wood row Wilson. He was the moral hero of the great war. That war from it's beginning saemed 2 con- fused and bloody struggle.
 Central Motive
 The great central motive which was to bind all the western peoples together had not beer disclosed. The supreme issue had not been defined. It remained for Woodrow Wilson's vision to penetrate the mygtery and in his great message to congress he stated the deeper meaning of the war. He untangled the golden threads of Gods pur- pose that ran through the snarl of conflict, and from thence forward the war was holy contest, keeping step to the noble cadence of his sentences. That message and ut terances that followed it, sounded the doom of Germany. He gave courage to the forces with which we fought, he neryed our own men, his pen gradually wore down the spirit of the foe and shortened the conflict.
 Great Citizen"
 Then he said that the peace should be a peace of justice; and beyond any other man or force or circum- stance he helped to make it so. We saw him cross the seas, armed only with the powers of the Master, to engage the material and experienced diplomats of the old world. His mastery was everywhere. He swept through Europe with a new kind of triumph. He was not hailed as Prince or King or Conquerer, but as the great citizen representing the aspirations of the multitude. His journey reached it's summit when he stood before the throne of Brit ain and talked to Kings and con querors of the rights of men.
 Traducers
 It was a great spectacle. Dem ocracy had never known greater triumph, nor had the inner beauties of his country ever been more deep | ly impressed upon the heart of the world. But his enemies at home had not been idle. Such influences never are. It does not seem to be that any great work shall be un- hampered. Unobstructed success IS not the way of the divine career. Men of many motives, skilled in the art of confusion, men of little vision began to attack him. They easily aroused minimizing and un- seeing people. They did not talk of the laws he had given us; they were admittedly good. They did not talk of his moral leadership of the war; it was admittedly sublime. They did not talk about his high pur- poses for the peace, nor the success with which he contended for them. | They spoke at first, vaguely, and then with hissing scorn, of Wilson ism" "Wilsonism" was moral lead ership it was steady effort to re- fleet in government the higher pur- poses of America. It had to do ] with what were contemptuously call ed ideals" and an effort to inn press them upon the policies of the country. These were intangible values which misrepresentation and abuse found it easy to obscure. Be- cause he was directing the nation towards goals which many of its people could not see, they were easily taught to fear his leadership and then to hate him.
 Thorns for lmmortals
 And so, when the whole world was at his feet, we feel upon him to destroy him. It was the old story of Columbus in chains, of Calico in the dungeon, of Joan of Arc at the stake, of the Saviour on the Cross. The people repudiated him. Those who loved their country join
  ed with those who did not, to strike him down. Soldier boys to whom he had been as the sun of austerlitz came home from the Argonne forest to help to crush him. Mothers hold ing their sons to their breasts, join ed with them in the strange at tack. Those who knew of the great work of Woodrow Wilson and un- derstood his purposes were shocked and grieved at what they saw, but as the attack grew in blindness and in fury, they found comfort in the thought that no other fate would have been adequate to his great career. Ease and flattery and ap- plause are apt for lesser men, but prisons and persecution and the crown of thorns are preserved for the immortals. Today, this victim of our injustice, the man who brought more glory to his country than any other of his generation, wends a lonely way to peace. But millions of us greet his brave heart