W were forced to do this, becanae the
most of what the colonel says consist
of this staple. , When he utters a serious
thought it is worthy of serious attention.
In this address he says: "But here is my
trouble. . I ind this world made on a
very cruel plan. Life feeds on life.
Justice does not always triumph. Inno
cence is not a perfect shield. 1 do not
understand ft a God that has life feod
on life; every joy in th world born of
some agony I 1 do not understand why
in this world, over the Niagara of cruel
ty, should run this flood of blood. If
there be a Uod, he understood this. IIo
knew when he withheld his rains from
Russia that the famine would come. He
saw the dead mothers, he saw the empty
breasts of love and he saw the helpless
babes. There is my trouble."
TIES OLD, OLD QUESTION.
It is the same old trouble that has pre
sented itself to every human heart since
man began to think. Round about this
awful probhyn of pain and suffering man
ha waikedwith eager, agonizing ques
tioning through all the years of the post
do not profess to have solved all the
mysteries connected with this great
problem. It is a problem as old as the
race is old, as profound as is the mystery
of man. ' I confess that when 1 look
upon the havoc wrought by suffering
and pain in the world, there are many
things that puzzle the heart When 1
see the husband stricken on whose
shoulders rested the sole responsibility
of the home, and starvation stalk
through the open door, I confera there
are elements of tragedy the depth of
whose meaning I cannot fa'.hom.
