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W. C. T. U. For God, and Home and Natlve Land. Edited by Mrs. A. E. Van Valkenburg. Press Superintendent This alternoon at three o'ciock the W. C. T. U. meet in the Young Woman's Christian Association rooms over the post office, it having been decided to hold the meetings there regularly tor the present. The executive board are requested to meet at half past two. LOYAL TEMPERANCE LEGIÓN. Owing to a misunderstanding in reation to a place in which to hold the meetings of the Loyal Temperance Legion there will be no meeting this week. It is hoped a suitable place will se secured before another week that the work of this most important depaatment may notbe interfered with. Mrs. Helen G. Rice, national superintendent of Loyal Temperance Legión vvork, closed her convention report with these words, after telling of the glorious victories achioved in many of the states : And then there carne to me a sad sight. [ saw hundreds of towns and eities where white ribbon women live, and where no children sing "Saloons, saloons, saloons must go." The children said, "We begged and pleaded to join the world-wido chorus, but no one gave us the key or taught us the straiu." And the women said, "Oh, we could not find a leader for them, and there is no placo to hold the children's meeting, and we had the sjientifio temperance instruction, and we thought we did not need the Legión, and then the junior societies of the churches have absorbed the children," And over and above this clamor of excuses I heard the awful voice of the saloon keepers saying-, "Give ws the children!" and then penetrating through all this clamor I heard the tender voice of the crucified aYid risen Lord, saying "Feed my lambs. " ' Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me." "Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me." WHO WILL HELP? By Mr8. Jennie Vorrhios. " I know what's the matter with you. You're mad, because I stoppedto get a glass of beer. " This angry expression emphasized with an oath was addressed to a heartbroken little woman, by one whom the law regards as protector, but trom whom, at the time, she most needed tobe proteeted. Maddened as ho was with alcohol poison in the brain, the spectators almost feared a tragedy. The scène was at the Toledo railway station, where we waited nearly two hours, on our journey to Baltimore to attend the natlonal convention of the Woman's Christiaa Temperance Union. On the way to the depot with his wife and little boy, the man had evidently stopped at a saloon, - one of those licensed places where men are transformed into friends, where the man behind the bar takes pay for doing such work, while the wife and little children take the consequences. The husband had failed to be "on time" and sothey were waiting for the next train. The little boy clung to his father's hand, returning now and then to pet his mamma and to plead with her to "come on." Doubtless the man was a kind husband and father when sane, but now the sight of his wife's grief, and her seeming reluctance to accompany him, aroused his anger and he staggered out and in the waiting room like as infuriated animal. Trainmen and waiting passengers looked sorrowfully on the scène, while the patiënt little woman covered her face with her vaü, and sought to hid herself from view. When the train arrived she reluctantly boarded it. Seated in the same coach we feil to musing thus. "How many of those persons whose hiarts seemed so touched with pity, will use their power to help right such wrongs when the opportunity shall be again given to them?" We could not answer the question but our own hearts were thankful and happy in the thought that we were engaged in a work, whose object is, to overthrow tho inslitution which makes such seenes possible.