When she was twenty her mother withdrew her objections, and the daughter
became a Salvationist, her mother coming to feel thoroughly in sympathy
with her during the remaining years she lived.
This is the story of one of the Salvation Army lassies who has been giving
herself to the work in the huts over in France. She is still young and
lovely, and there is something about her delicate features and slender
grace that makes one think of a young saint. No wonder the soldiers almost
worshipped her! No wonder these lassies were as safe over there ten miles
from any other woman or any other civilian alone among ten thousand
soldiers, as if they had been in their own homes. They breathed the spirit
of God as they worked, as well as when they sang and prayed. To such a
girl a man may open his heart and find true help and strength.
[Illustration: A letter of inspiration from the commander]
[Illustration: The Salvation Army boy truck driver who calmly went to
sleep in his truck in a shell hole under fire]
It was no uncommon thing for our boys who were so afraid of anything like
religion or anything personal over here, to talk to these lassies about
their souls, to ask them what certain verses in the Bible meant, and to
kneel with them in some quiet corner behind the chocolate boxes and be
prayed with, yes, and _pray!_ It is because these girls have let the
Christ into their lives so completely that He lives and speaks through
them, and the boys cannot help but recognize it.
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