I wish I could give you a picture of Commander Evangeline Booth as I saw her first, who has been the Source, the Inspiration, the Guide of this story.

I went to the first conference about this book in curiosity and some doubt, not knowing whether it was my work; not altogether sure whether I cared to attempt it. She took my hand and spoke to me. I looked in her face and saw the shining glory of her great spirit through those wonderful, beautiful, wise, keen eyes, and all doubts vanished. I studied the sincerity and beauty of her vivid face as we talked together, and heard the thrilling tale she was giving me to tell because she could not take the time from living it to write it, and I trembled lest she would not find me worthy for so great a task. I knew that I was being honored beyond women to have been selected as an instrument through whom the great story of the Salvation Army in the War might go forth to the world. That I wanted to do it more than any work that had ever come to my hand, I was certain at once; and that my whole soul was enmeshed in the wonder of it.

It gripped me from the start. I was over-joyed to find that we were in absolute sympathy from the first.

One sentence from that earliest talk we had together stands clear in my memory, and it has perhaps unconsciously shaped the theme which I hope will be found running through all the book:

"Our people," said she, flinging out her hands in a lovely embracing movement, as if she saw before her at that moment those devoted workers of hers who follow where she leads unquestioningly, and stay not for fire or foe, or weariness, or peril of any sort:

"Our people know that Christ is a living presence, that they can reach out and feel He is near: that is why they can live so splendidly and die so heroically!"

As she spoke a light shone in her face that reminded me of the light that we read was on Moses' face after he had spent those days in the mountain with G.o.d; and somewhere back in my soul something was repeating the words: "And they took knowledge of them that they had been with Jesus."

That seems to me to be the whole secret of the wonderful lives and wonderful work of the Salvation Army. They have become acquainted with Jesus Christ, whom to know is life eternal; they feel His presence constantly with them and they live their lives "as seeing Him who is invisible." They are a living miracle for the confounding of all who doubt that there is a G.o.d whom mortals may know face to face while they are yet upon the earth.

The one thing that these people seem to feel is really worth while is bringing other people to know their Christ. All other things in life are merely subservient to this, or tributary to it. All their education, culture and refinement, their amazing organization, their rare business ability, are just so many tools that they use for the uplift of others. In fact, the word "OTHERS" appears here and there, printed on small white cards and tacked up over a desk, or in a hallway near the elevator, anywhere, everywhere all over the great building of the New York Headquarters, a quiet, un.o.btrusive, yet startling reminder of a world of real things in the midst of the busy rush of life.

Yet they do not obtrude their religion. Rather it is a secret joy that shines unaware through their eyes, and seems to flood their whole being with happiness so that others can but see. It is there, ready, when the time comes to give comfort, or advice, or to tell the message of the gospel in clear ringing sentences in one of their meetings; but it speaks as well through a smile, or a ripple of song, or a bright funny story, or something good to eat when one is hungry, as it does through actual preaching. It is the living Christ, as if He were on earth again living in them. And when one comes to know them well one knows that He is!

"Go straight for the salvation of souls: never rest satisfied unless this end is achieved!" is part of the commission that the Commander gives to her envoys. It is worth while stopping to think what would be the effect on the world if every one who has named the name of Christ should accept that commission and go forth to fulfill it.

And you who have been accustomed to drop your pennies in the tambourine of the Salvation Army la.s.sies at the street corners, and look upon her as a representative of a lower cla.s.s who are doing good "in their way," prepare to realize that you have made a mistake. The Salvation Army is not an organization composed of a lot of ignorant, illiterate, reformed criminals picked out of the slums. There may be among them many of that cla.s.s who by the army's efforts have been saved from a life of sin and shame, and lifted up to be useful citizens; but great numbers of them, the leaders and officers, are refined, educated men and women who have put Christ and His Kingdom first in their hearts and lives. Their young people will compare in every way with the best of the young people of any of our religious denominations.

After the privilege of close a.s.sociation with them for some time I have come to feel that the most noticeable and lovely thing about the girls is the way they wear their womanhood, as if it were a flower, or a rare jewel. One of these girls, who, by the way, had been nine months in France, all of it under sh.e.l.l fire, said to me:

"I used to wish I had been born a boy, they are not hampered so much as women are; but after I went to France and saw what a good woman meant to those boys in the trenches I changed my mind, and I'm glad I was born a woman. It means a great deal to be a woman."

And so there is no coquetry about these girls, no little personal vanity such as girls who are thinking of themselves often have. They take great care to be neat and sweet and serviceable, but as they are not thinking of themselves, but only how they may serve, they are blest with that loveliest of all adorning, a meek and quiet spirit and a joy of living and content that only forgetfulness of self and communion with Jesus Christ can bring.

I feel as if I would like to thank every one of them, men and women and young girls, who have so kindly and generously and wholeheartedly given me of their time and experiences and put at my disposal their correspondence to enrich this story, and have helped me to go over the ground of the great American drives in the war and see what they saw, hear what they heard, and feel as they felt. It has been one of the greatest experiences of my life.

And she, their G.o.d-given leader, that wonderful woman whose wise hand guides every detail of this marvellous organization in America, and whose well furnished mind is ever thinking out new ways to serve her Master, Christ; what shall I say of her whom I have come to know and love so well?

Her exceptional ability as a public speaker is of the widest fame, while comparatively few, beyond those of her most trusted Officers, are brought into admiring touch with her brilliant executive powers. All these, however, unite in most unstinted praise and declare that functioning in this sphere, the Commander even excels her platform triumphs. But one must know her well and watch her every day to understand her depth of insight into character, her wideness of vision, her skill of making adverse circ.u.mstances serve her ends. Born with an innate genius for leadership, swallowed up in her work, wholly consecrated to G.o.d and His service, she looks upon men, as it were, with the eyes of the G.o.d she loves, and sees the best in everybody. She sees their faults also, but she sees the good, and is able to take that good and put it to account, while helping them out of their faults. Those whom she has so helped would kiss the hem of her garment as she pa.s.ses. It is easy to see why she is a leader of men.

It is easy to see who has made the Army here in America. It is easy to see who has inspired the brave men and wonderful women who went to France and labored.

She would not have me say these things of her, for she is humble, as such a great leader should be, knowing all her gifts and attainments to be but the glory of her Lord; and this is her book. Only in this chapter can I speak and say what I will, for it is not my book. But here, too, I waive my privilege and bow to my Commander.

[Grace Livingston Hill]

Contents

I. The Story II. The Gondrecourt Area III. The Toul Sector IV. The Montdidier Sector V. The Toul Sector Again VI. The Baccarat Sector VII. The Chateau-Thierry-Soissons Drive VIII. The Saint Mihiel Drive IX. The Argonne Drive X. The Armistice XI. Homecoming XII. Letters of Appreciation

Ill.u.s.trations

General Bramwell Booth.

Commander Evangeline Booth.

Lieutenant Colonel William S. Barker.

Introduced to French Rain and French Mud.

She Called the Little Company of Workers Together and Gave Them a Charge.

The La.s.sie Who Fried the First Doughnut in France.

"Tin Hat for a Halo! Ah! She Wears It Well!".

The Patient Officers Who Were Seeing to All These Details Worked Almost Day and Night.

Here During the Day They Worked in Dugouts Far Below the Sh.e.l.l-tortured Earth.

They Came To Get Their Coats Mended and Their b.u.t.tons Sewed On.

The Entrance to the Old Wine Cellar in Mandres.

The Salvation Army Was Told that Ansauville Was Too Far Front for Any Women To Be Allowed To Go.

L'Hermitage, Nestled in the Heart of a Deep Woods.

L'Hermitage, Inside the Tent.

"Ma".

They Had a Pie-baking Contest in Gondrecourt One Day.

A Letter of Inspiration from the Commander.

The Salvation Army Boy Truck Driver.

The Centuries-old Gray Cemetery in Treveray.

Colonel Barker Placing the Commander's Flowers on Lieutenant Quentin Roosevelt's Grave.

The Salvation Army Boy Who Drove the Famous Doughnut Truck.

Bullionville, Promptly Dubbed by the American Boy "Souptown".

Here They Found a Whole Little Village of German Dugouts.

The Girls Who Came Down to Help in the St. Mihiel Drive.

The Wrecked House in Neuvilly Where the La.s.sies Went to Sleep in the Cellar.

The Wrecked Church in Neuvilly Where the Memorable Meeting Was Held.

Right in the Midst of the Busy Hurrying Throng of Union Square.

"Smiling Billy".

Thomas Estill.

The Hut at Camp Lewis.

The War Romance of the Salvation Army

I.