A pitiful story to be told about a little girl whose father was supposed to be very devout, and in whose residence the motto, "GODI S NOW HERE I NOUR HOME" adorned the wall, confusedly printed by her illiterate parent. One beautiful day, as all nature seemed in perfect harmony, the child strolled to the barnyard where the hired man was killing the petted calf preparatory to having a great feast in honor of the son, returning from a western college of theology. A thought struck the child as she saw the life blood of an innocent animal ebbing away, through a horrible knife wound. She hastened back to her father's home, sad but wiser, and appropriately divided the motto on the wall: GOD IS NO WHERE IN OUR HOME. or as Daniel interpreted King Belshazzar's dream, the thinking child weighed her papa in the balances and found him very much wanting in God principle. Many so-called pious people throughout the land condemn theaters, dancing, sociable drinking, prize-fighting, card playing, pastime smoking, Sunday recreation, the innocent custom of Santa Claus and the comic supplements of our Sunday newspapers, yet none of these pleasures and pastimes could be half so abominable and sinful as the encouragement of slaughter. * * * * * Every church member construes the Scriptures to please his own individuality; sometimes he construes literally but when the passage does not coincide with his appetite or manner of living he invariably finds a figurative meaning. * * * * * We justify almost any sort of life by the Holy Bible, but we cannot pull the blinds over the eyes of conscience. * * * * * The Women's Christian Temperance Union cannot influence towards reformation effectively; the women of this religious order are trying to defeat liquor and cigarette traffic, yet loth to realize under their profession of Christianity, they are sinners greater than either the unfortunate cigarette fiend or the drunkard, because they all admit the horror of killing, at the same time relishing a mess of carrion, thereby virtually encouraging the killer to kill more. The tiger pounces upon the giraffe and rides it to death, all the while tearing the flesh from the bleeding animal; the puma pounces upon the mountain goat; the hyena tears the entrails from its living prey and the cat pounces upon the beautiful song bird and takes its innocent life--where is your merciful, loving, personal God? * * * * * The religionist who lives on hallucination or believes that faith alone "is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen," and will not reason, is living in the dark ages still. * * * * *