nce be swept away at the cost of carnage and infinite misery?"

The second speaker, although he had not the same weight, deepened the
impression the other had made by his brilliance and rhetoric. He too
told the story of the English Ambassador in Berlin who was asked
whether England would go to war for "a scrap of paper."

That was the question which he asked amidst the cheers of the crowd,
and then waited a second.

"Yes," and his voice rang clearly through the great building, "when
that scrap of paper meant England's honour and faithfulness."

Before Bob knew what he was doing, he found himself cheering wildly. A
man, a nation should fight for its honour, its plighted word.

Then the old question came back. But how could it do so in the name of
Christ? Should not the weapons of Christ be used? Should not an
appeal be made to the Founder of the Christian religion? Would not the
Kaiser, he who professed to be a Christian, have laid down the sword if
he had been appealed to in the name of the Prince of Peace? How could
a bloody war be waged by those who believed in Christ? It was all
confusing, maddening!

The last speaker was a Labour Member of Parliament. He used no
polished phrases, no brilliant epigrams. He had no knowledge of the
classics, and could not illustrate his arguments by quotations from
great writers. But he had something better--a homely wit, a great
human sympathy. He had a ready tongue, too, and the crowd roared at
his homely humour.

"Six years ago," he said, "I went to Berlin. I was a delegate at a
Peace Conference in that capital. I was one of many sent there by all
the nations of Europe. Our aim was to discuss means whereby national
quarrels could be settled without an appeal to the sword--by brotherly
counsel, by friendly arrangement, by arbitration.

"What happened? Remember this was in Berlin, the capital of the German
Empire. We had met there in the interests of the peace of the world.
Surely the noblest, the most Christ-like purpose for which any
conference could meet."

Bob's heart grew warm at this. It was the dream of his own life, it
accorded with the teaching of Hint Who died for the world.

"What happened?" went on the speaker. "This happened. No sooner had
the President of the Conference got on his feet to address the
delegates, before a single sentence had been spoken, than a number of
soldiers rushed in, sent there by the German Government, and brutally