W. C. T. U.

Edited by Mrs. A. E. Van Valkenburg. Press Superintendent. Next Sabbath evening, August 18th, the union services in the Methodist chureh, under the auspices of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union o Ann Arbor, will be addressed by Dr Mary Wood-Allen, national superintendent of the "Purity1" department. Subject "Heredity" or "The Bequests We Make Our Children." Mrs. Allen was invited to give her lecture on "Heredity" before the Pennsylvania Legislature in the House of Representatives. Of this lecture a witter in the Union Signalsays: "If any went there f rom mere curiosity, they soon became impressed with the earnestness of the speaker, and of the great importance oher subject. The interest became intense, and many declared that they nevor knevv bef ore what it was to hear every word of a speaker in that hall in profound silence. At the close of the leoture the members gathered around Mrs. Allen vvith expressions of thanks and wjrds of commendation, such as: "That is every word true." ''That is the strongest argument for temperance I ever heard." "That lecture should be heard in every city and town, in every church and school in the land." The local unión hold their next regular meeting one week from today ia the parlors of the Presbyterian church, at three o'clock. Our president has returned from Hackley Park refreshed and enthusiastic, other members are returning from their outings, and it is hopeil that there will be a large attendance at this meetinar. A special invita, tion is hereby extended to all those who have been members of the W. C. T. U. in other places, and to all who are interested in the cause and vvould like to join our unión, to be present at our meetings. We need all the eonsecrated talent ot the women of the city to oarry on sueeessiully the various departments of W. C. T. U. work. Trj Our "!! Bourbon." By Mary Maxley. Yesterday while seated with my booki and paper trying to steal a quiet hour from my domestic duties, the door-bell van;; with such convulsive inpatience that I qnickly hurrried out to see who was there. I was surprised when 1 opened the door to fiad no one. At my feet, however, lay a square, snowy white envelope. Opening it, I read "Yourselfand family are cordially inf vited to attend the opening reception of our ".samply rooms." Then followed date. street and number. In one corner in very small script was written, "Try our "Old Bourbon." The hot blood of resentinent surged through my veins, and as I looked down at my little white ribbon, it seemed to me that it, too, was turning crimson with the indignation it feit at being brought into such close proximity with this invitation from Hades. It is not enough that every public place must be smirched by filthy cards, hut the sanctuary of our homes, our nation's very bulwark must be invaded, our door-ways and hall-ways used for their advertising purposes, and our fathers and sons inveiyled out to these enticing places. I feit thankful, as I consigned the polluting thing to the mercies of the devouring ñames, that If and not one of the twenty young men of our household had received this invitation. Try our "Old Bourbon"- the accursed product of the still? Had I the voice of the thunder and the trumpet of Gabriel I would cry out to all the inhabitants of the earth, "Por God's sake, for your mothers sake, for your soul's sake, try not 'Old Bourbon.' Concealed within that sparkling amber cup is hidden a poison that is just as sure to do its deadly work as is the angel of death. Does not the Bible say, "No drunkard shall inherit the kingdotn of heaven?"