led him to Christ, gave him no such injunc
tion. If war then was permissible to Chris
tians, how much more when "Old Glory" has
been unfurled to stop the shooting and drown
ing of women and children ruthlessly in mid
ocean and, as a Swiss paper says, "For the
welfare of all humanity"?
The New Testament and the Old Agree.
"Whoso shcddeth man's blood, by man shall
his blood be shed," is not a mere prophecy of
how men would do. It occurs where God
was saying human life was so sacred, "At
the hands of every beast will I require it and
at the hands of every man." Gen. 9:5. The
sheriff does this and we endorse. An army
is but a multitude of sheriffs to safeguard
human lives and property. "If a thief be
found breaking up and be smitten that he
die, there shall no blood be shed for him; if
the sun be risen upon him, there shall be blood
shed for him, for he should make full restitu
tion." Ex. 22:2-3. A man, therefore, can even
take life defending his own home, unless day
light has come so the apprehended thief will
make "restitution." Every man, not warped
by prejudice or softened beyond Bible stand
ards by a sickly and unpractical senti
mentalism, can justify this war. Our rights
have been invaded, our ships have been sunk
by the score, our women and children know
ingly destroyed at gea by the hundreds. And
all efforts to make the "thief" practice
"restitution" and stop the "breaking up"
have been of not the slightest avail. In doing
otherwise would we not seem to "have denied
the faith and become worse than an infidel"
because we "provide not for our own"?
A Menace to the World's Liberty
is what we have joined in the fight against ?
a menace that without exaggeration can be
reckoned full brother to the Mongols and
vandals of other days. What shall be thought
of a nation whose leaders are thus writing and
whose acts are proving the government to be
in sympathy with such utterances? "Lead us
not into the temptation of letting our wrath
be too tame in carrying out Thy divine judg
ments. . . . The Germans are the first before
the throne of God . . . Germany is the cen
ter of God's plans for the world. . . . The
German soul is God's soul; it shall and will
rule over mankind. . . . War is the noblest
and holiest expression of human activity. . . .
The small nations have no right of existence
and ought to be swallowed up. ... It is
moral, inasmuch as it is reasonable, that small
states in spite of treaties should become the
prey of the strongest. . . . Between states
there is only one force of right, the right of
the strongest. . . . It is impossible that a state
should commit a crime. ... I cannot recog
nize any other source of right than force. . . .
You remain, when you teach what is contrary
to your conviction, none the less an honest
man." These quotations gathered by a Danish
theologian and by Dampierre, a Frenchman,
who gives book title and page from their Ger
man authorities, could be multiplied undefi
nitely. A nation that has cherished such
notions for years and now is actually on a
rampage for world dominion it is our duty
to assist in putting into an iron cage to make
the world safe while its reason and moral
nature are regaining their equilibrium. For
truly Irvin S. Cobb's "Prussian Paranoia" was
not an overstatement of the case. And in
the meantime we can be hoping, as real Chris
tians fondly hoping for the day when we can
assist the German people to the blessings of
A little girl was asked why she and her lit
tle sister always seemed so happy together
"I s'pose it's because Addie lets me and I let
Addie." Can you think of any better way?
Don't do anything till you do it, and then
when you have done it, stop doing it.
Don't worry about what people say of you.
Think what might happen if they were mind
Our Boys and Girls
"Course I'm going to be a doctor when I
grow up," declared Tom. "I gufcss my Uncle
Robert's a doctor, and I'm going to be just ev
ery bit like him when I grow up."
"Then if you're going to be a doctor," broke
in his Uncle Robert, "you're just the little boy
I'm looking for."
He took an orange from his overcoat pocket.
"Put that in your case," he said, "and then put
on your hat and go down the street till you
come to a small gray house with green shutters.
A little boy lives there who has a broken leg.
Give him the orange and see if you can make
Tom trudged off in great delight. It was
a long time before he came back, but when he
did he was so happy that his eyes shone.
"Well, Dr. Sunshine, how do you like it?"
asked his uncle.
"Oh, I'm going pvery day till he's well,"
"I shall have to put Tom under the seat of
my automobile," laughed the dpctor, "and
when my patients are cross I will bring Dr.
Sunshine in to smile at them." ? Ex.
"See what I've found, mamma!"
Benny's eager little feet almost tripped over
each other as they hurried up the steps. His
mother sat upon the piazza sewing. Benny
had been playing expressman out in the yard.
Occasionally his mother found time to stop
from her work long enough to take in some
package which th? little expressman had to de
Just as he was lifting a box from his wagon
that he had labeled "handle with care," Benny
saw something glisten on the ground. He
picked it up and found it to be a new penny,
and right there at his feet were three more ?
four bright new pennies! How Benny's eyes
sparkled ! He had four more in his pocket
that he had earned doing errands. Now he
had eight pennies already for the Fourth of
July. No wonder that his mother raised anx
ious eyes to see what was coming.
"I found them right down by the gate!"
cried breathless Benny, holding them out in
his chubby hand. "Now, I 've got eight pen
nies. I can have two bunches of fire-crackers.
Hurrah for Fourth of July!"
"When I find anything I always try to dis
cover an owner before I claim it as mine," his
Benny's face clouded. "May I ha^c them if
1 don't find an owner T" he asked.
"Certainly. If no one claims the money it
will then belong to you," his mother replied.
Benny ran away with a beaming face jing
ling his new-found treasure in his hand. He
could almost hear the snapping of that extra
bunch of firecrackers the pennies would buy.
Then he thrust his hand into his pocket for the
other four. lie wanted to see them all to
gether. Then the sparkle died out of his face.
The pocket was empty. lie hurried back to
"I can't find my other pennies, mamma," he
faltered, with a catch in his voice.
"Where \tfere they, dear?" his mother
"In my pocket," Benny answered ; and down
went his hand for another hunt.
"Let me feel," said his mother, laying aside
her sewing and slipping a couple of fingers into
Benny's pocket. Then a smile broke over her
face. "A pocket with a hole in it is not a very
safe place for pennies," she i*emarked.
"I) ? do you s'pose I've lost 'em!" Two
great tears were rolling down Benny's cheeks.
? "I am afraid so,' his mother admitted.
"Hut I also think you have found them again,"
she assured him, pointing to the four bright
pennies in his hand.
"And I've only got four, after all," Benny
responded, ruefully. "I guess that is what
Uncle John would call a disappointment, isn't
it, mamma f" he asked, bravely, winking back
a couple of tears that the thought of the extra
bunch of firecrackers he could not now have
"Yes, dear, that is just what it is," affirmed
his mother. ' 1 You have found some money, and
now you have lost the same amount, which
leaves you no richer than you were before.
But disappointments may be turned to bless
ings if we so choose," she went on to say,
"and the person who resolves to make the best
of a disappointment and put it from his mind is
"I thought victors wore shoulder straps like
Uncle John did when he came home from the
Spanish war," Benny argued. He couldn't
quite understand how just losing something
and then trying to forget it was to make him a
splendid victor like his Uncle John.
"Not all victors wear epaulettes. I have
known some to wear very shabby clothing, for
every one who conquers a temptation or a fault
is a victor over that temptation or fault. It
isn't always necessary to go to war to gain a
victory," Benny's mother explained.
Benny had always greatly admired his Uncle
John. He would give a good deal to be like
him. A victor was brave. Uncle John was
brave. Oh, how he wished ?
Suddenly a smile broke over his face. He
would be one of those shabbily-dressed victors
his mother had spoken of. He would be con
tented with his one bunch of firecrackers and
forget all about the other bunch he had hoped
"Hurrah! I'm a victor ? a brave victor like
Uncle John!" he shouted, marching up and
down the piazza. "I'm a ragged victor with a
hole in my pocket! But I don't believe I shall
put any money in that pocket again until it is
mended," he added, with a shrewd smile. ?
FEARLESS AND HONEST.
A Scotch lad arrived in London, and had
only a sovereign in his pocket.
"Well Sandy," said a fellow passenger^ who
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