asks in vain for a ten-dollar cloak. I can't stand this. I have spent my
last dime for drink.' When the next pay-day came that meek, loving
wife was surprised with a beautiful cloak from her reformed husband.
She could scarcely believe her own eyes as he laid it on the table.
'There, Emma, is a present for you. I have been a fool long enough;
forgive me for the past, and I will never touch liquor again.' She
threw her arms around his neck, and the hot tears told her heartfelt
joy as she sobbed out: 'Charley, I thank you a thousand times. I
never expected so nice a cloak. This seems like other days. You are
so good, and I am so happy.'" The drink bill of our Nation for last
year was over a billion of dollars, more money than was spent for
missions--home and foreign--for all of our Churches, for public
education, for all the operations of courts of justice and of public
officers, and at least for two of the staple products of use in our
country, such as furniture and flour. More than for all these was the
money that our Nation paid for drink last year. When the people of
our country get their eyes open to the cost and degradation of the
drink evil, something definite will be done by every one against it.

The drink evil in its relation to lawlessness and crime, and to political
corruption, reveal still more ghastly aspects of it than we have yet
mentioned. The saloon strikes at the very heart, not only of law and
order, but at personal liberty and justice in securing law and order. It
was in a police court in Cincinnati on Monday morning. Before the
judge stood two stalwart policeman and a woman. She was charged
with disorderly conduct on the street and with disturbing the peace.
The policemen were sworn, and one of them told this story, to which
the other one agreed. He said: "I arrested the woman in front of a
saloon on Broadway on Saturday night. She had raised a great
disturbance, was fighting and brawling with men in the saloon, and