its chambers thoughts that will "bite
like a serpent and sting like an adder." Bad as this is, it is even
worse when your depravity involves another life. What if that other
life is your mother, who went to the door of death to give you life,
and whose every breath is another thread of sorrow woven into her
wasting heart while her boy is bound like Mazeppa to the wild steed of
passion.

There are some things I cannot understand about this drink question. I
can understand how a young woman with jeweled fingers can tempt a
young man to drink wine. I had a bit of experience some years ago down
in Texas, that helped me to appreciate how young men are tempted. I
gave an address in a Y.M.C.A. lecture course in a city, and at the
close of my address a prominent citizen said to me: "Kentucky has a
reputation for beautiful women, but we think Texas has the handsomest
women in the world. At the hotel where you are stopping, there is a
leap year ball tonight and the most beautiful women for a hundred
miles around are gathered there. I will call for you at your room in a
little while and you must take a look at our Texas girls." A little
later I stood in a hallway where I could see down the long ball room,
and I declare they were as pretty women as I have ever seen, and I
live in Kentucky. I was invited to step inside the door, where between
dances I was introduced to couple after couple. It being leap year the
ladies were soliciting their partners for the dance, and a very
handsome young lady invited me to be her partner. Having never danced
and being a Methodist steward, I declined. Another and another asked
me to dance, and again and again I declined, giving as an excuse my
utter ignorance of the function. Finally a very beautiful, blue-eyed,
charming young lady said: "Since you do not dance, may I engage you
for a promenade around the ball room?" Boys, if I had been a young man
the chances are I would have started down the "turkey-trot" road that
evening. I can appreciate how young men are tempted.

There is one thing, however, about the drink habit that is difficult
for me to understand, and that is how a young man, who loves his
mother, whose mother loves him as only a mother can love, loved him
first, loved him best and will love him to the last, can go from home
and mother to the impure, degrading vileness of a liquor saloon. If we
enter that young man's home what do we find? Perhaps on one of the
side-walls, "What is hom