No man who was in that meeting
would dare plead ignorance of the way to be saved. Many signified their
desire to give their lives into the keeping of Christ before they went to
the front. The meeting broke up reluctantly and the men drifted out and
away, expecting soon to be called to go. But something happened that they
did not go that night. Meantime, a company had just returned from the
front, weary, hungry, worn and bleeding, with their nerves unstrung, and
their spirits desperate from the tumult and horror of the hours they had
just passed in battle. They needed cheering and soothing back to normal.
The girls were preparing to do this with a bright, cheery entertainment,
when a deputation of boys from the night before returned. There was a
wistful gleam in the eyes of the young Jew who was spokesman for the group
as he approached the lassie who had led the meeting.
"Say, Cap, you see we didn't go up."
"I see," she smiled happily.
"Say, Cap, won't you have another farewell meeting to-night?" he asked
with an appealing glance in his dark eyes.
"Son, we've arranged something else just now for the fellows who are
coming back," she said gently, for she hated to refuse such a request.
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