{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_7039/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_7039","id":"gutenberg_7039","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/7039","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Biographies","Category: History - Religious","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Lee, Kate","Salvation Army"],"text":"Produced by Curtis A. Weyant, Charles Franks, and the\nDistributed Proofreading Team\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE ANGEL ADJUTANT\n\nOF\n\n\"Twice Born Men\"\n\nby\n\nMINNIE L. CARPENTER\n\n\nINTRODUCTION BY\nGENERAL BRAMWELL BOOTH\n\n\nFOREWORD BY\nCOMMANDER EVANGELINE BOOTH\n\n\n\n\nIntroductory Note\n\n\n\nThere is surely little need for me to commend this so intimate and living\npicture of Staff-Captain Kate Lee. It speaks for itself in speaking of\none whose fine character and ceaseless labour were of singular charm and\namazing fruitfulness.\n\nThe Salvation Army has been happy in its Women Officers. The lessons of\nexperience undoubtedly teach us that they are fully qualified for all the\nwork of the ministry of Christ.\n\nLong denied the right of public testimony as well as the opportunity to\nproclaim the truth of the Saviour's mission, women have in the history of\nour Movement fully proved that they may be as effective, as acceptable,\nand as successful as their brethren, both as teachers and rulers in the\nKingdom of Christ on earth. The extraordinary theory that the gifts of\nthe Holy Spirit are confined to those who have taken part in a certain\necclesiastical ceremonial, narrow and mistaken as it may be, is surely a\nmild and simple form of error, compared with the appalling notion that\nthose gifts are confined to men, and are to be for ever withheld from the\nother half of the human family. The Churches of the world seem at length\nprepared to debate within themselves whether they should venture to\nfollow our example, and give to woman a place worthy of her gifts in\ntheir various plans of campaign. Perhaps the brief story of this life may\nhelp some of them a step forward.\n\nKate Lee was an unfaltering believer in the power of God to save from the\npower of sin. This was really her secret. That faith dominated her own\nfrail and often sick body with its nights of sleeplessness--its days of\npain. It conquered the worst in the worst of men whom she encountered in\nher work of mercy. It won a multitude of souls to believe in her and in\nher message, and then to believe in her Saviour. It was ever greater than\nher circumstances. It was greater than herself. It makes her life, and\nthis story of it, wonderful for us who remain.\n\nAnd Kate Lee was a Salvationist; that is, she was seized with what we\nsometimes call the spirit of The Army--that union of holy love and fiery\nzeal and practical common sense which, by the power of Christ, produces\nwherever it is found the fruits of Salvation in the bodies and souls of\nthose who are without. And I feel no sort of doubt that to any woman,\nhaving the opportunity to do so, and to whom she could speak to-day, she\nwould say--'Do as I have done.' I do not mean by that that every sincere\nwoman is bound to become a Salvation Army Officer, or is called forthwith\nto go to the ends of the earth as a member of our Missionary Forces. But\nI do mean that Christian women everywhere have a part to play in the\ngreat Ministry of Conversion--in the glorious Mission of the Apostles of\nevery age, for the evangelization of the world.\n\nIt behooves them to see that they play their part.\n\nBramwell Booth,\n_General_.\n\n\n\n\nForeword\n\n\n\nThe story of \"The Angel Adjutant\" is sure to continue its very\nexceptional and wonderfully inspirational work wherever and by whomsoever\nread, and consequently I am specially glad to know that an American\nedition is about to be published.\n\nSeldom has a living spirit pulsated through biographical pages as it does\nthroughout the simple account here given. Yet it is not merely the spirit\nof Kate Lee, who surely lives again in these folios--the simple,\nunsophisticated, devoted daughter of the Salvation Army, but this book\nthrobs with that life which is begotten and sustained and empowered by\nthe Holy Spirit. He was graciously and solely responsible for the\nconstant stream of helpfulness that all who knew her witness as having\nresulted from a consecration made by a girl in her teens.\n\nAnd how beautifully enshrined in this life was the soul of the Movement\nof which she was such a worthy unit. The description, while being a\nfaithful portrayal of a very real person, can still be regarded as\ntypical of a great host of blessed women whose supreme joy in life is\nfound in having associated themselves in holy bonds of service such as\ntheir loved, and now glorified comrade, the subject of these memoirs,\nrendered mankind. While such as Kate Lee lives, the Salvation Army's\nposition as a saving force is secure.\n\nEvangeline Booth,\n_Commander U.S._\n\n_New York, 1922._\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n\n\n   I. THE VALUE OF THE ONE\n  II. CHOOSING HER COURSE\n III. WOMAN'S POSITION IN THE ARMY\n  IV. EARLY BATTLES\n   V. A CORPS COMMANDER\n  VI. SPECIAL EFFORTS\n VII. THE MOTHERING HEART\nVIII. A BREAK TO CANADA\n  IX. IN THE HOMES OF THE PEOPLE\n   X. 'THE ANGEL ADJUTANT'\n  XI. COMRADES AND FRIENDS\n XII. TROPHIES OF GRACE\nXIII. KATE LEE'S SECRET\n XIV. OFF DUTY\n  XV. AT HER DESK\n XVI. UNEXPECTED ORDERS\n\n\n\n\nI\n\nTHE VALUE OF THE ONE\n\n\nLucy Lee laid her head on her pillow and, looking through the silence and\ndarkness, smiled up to God. She had won her first soul for Him, and now\nmade her offering. The capture was not a drunkard, nor an outcast--many\nof whom, in years to come, she was to wrestle over and deliver--but her\nown sister, whose golden hair lay over the pillow beside her, and whose\nregular breathing told that she was fast asleep. Nothing did Lucy imagine\nof the blessing to thousands of souls that was to flow from that night's\nwork. She was happy in the consciousness that she had been faithful to\nthe heavenly vision, and that now she and her sister were one in the\nexperience of Salvation.\n\nHow Lucy loved her! Her mind ran back over the thirteen years since a\nbaby sister came into her life. She remembered the rapture she felt, when\nsitting upon her mother's bed, the nurse placed the baby in her arms. She\nwas five years old then, and soon her small arms ached and her legs were\ncramped, but again and again she pleaded to hold her treasure just a\nlittle longer. She had been allowed to name the baby, and had called her\nKate. What a frail, sweet little child she had grown!\n\nWhen Kate was six years old their father died. Lucy recalled moving from\ntheir nice house in Hornsey Rise--a suburb of nearer London--to a\nsmaller home; her start at business; and then, the great event that\nchanged the course of life for both the girls.\n\nOne Sunday evening, after her mother and Kate had gone to chapel, Lucy\nhad been keeping her brother company in the front room, when a burst of\nsong in the street drew her to the window, and she saw a small procession\nof about twenty people go singing down the road, the leader waving an\numbrella. Not staying to consider, she put on her hat and followed the\nmarch. It turned into a hall, which was already full of people, but Lucy\nslipped in at the back and stood. The meeting began with 'There is a\nFountain filled with Blood.' The girl was fascinated with the message\ngiven in song and testimony, until, suddenly remembering that her mother\nwould have returned home and be anxious at her absence, she hurried away.\n\nDuring the following week her mind was full of the strange\nstreet-singers. She made inquiries about them, and heard that they were\nSalvationists; 'good people, but very queer.' In her heart, the words--\n\n  I do believe, I will believe\n    That Jesus died for me;\n  That on the cross He shed His Blood,\n    From sin to set me free!\n\nsang themselves over and over and over again.\n\nThe following Sunday evening she heard the singing in another street, and\nstraightway started for the Salvationists' hall, arriving in time to get\na front seat. The message proclaimed the Sunday before rang out again:\n'All have sinned; for all Jesus died, and through Him there is salvation\nfor every one who repents of sin and believes on Him.' To Lucy Lee it\nseemed that she was the only one to whom the message was directed; and,\nhearing the invitation for any who wished to find salvation to come\nforward and kneel at the penitent-form, she at once responded. Very soon\nher eager, seeking heart found the Saviour, and she hastened home to tell\nher mother the good news. Mrs. Lee had suffered many sorrows, and Lucy,\nalthough only in her teens, was a comfort who had never failed her. She\nwas not pleased that her daughter was inclined to follow such extremists\nas the Salvationists evidently were; but when the girl said, 'Mother,\nthey are thoroughly good, sincere people, you need have no fear of my\ngoing amongst them,' Mrs. Lee became reassured that all was well, and\nunwilling to raise needless contentions, held her peace.\n\nAfter a while Lucy begged permission of her mother that Kate might\naccompany her to a Sunday night meeting. Gaining her wish, the occasion\nproved to be something of an undertaking. The work was prospering,\nconverts were increasing in numbers at the corps, and the roughs were\nmoved to boisterous opposition. Kate was bewildered by the enthusiasm of\nthe Salvationists, and the wild ways of the roughs, whilst Lucy was\nterrified for the white ribbon on her sister's hat. This must be screened\nat all costs, for if the little mother had received any hint of\nmud-throwing and pushing, Kate would have paid her last visit to The Army,\nand Lucy was praying for her salvation. So, like a mother hen with wings\noutstretched, Lucy screened Kate's hat with her arms and took her home in\ngood order, though a little frightened and not over anxious to go to The\nSalvation Army again.\n\nLucy soon became a valiant soldier. Her religion was real. She not only\nbelieved; she felt deeply, and longed to witness for God. When called to\nthe front to sing, she generally chose the song,\n\n    I have given up all for Jesus,\n      This vain world is naught to me,\n    All its pleasures are forgotten\n      In remembering Calvary.\n    Though my friends despise, forsake me,\n      And on me the world looks cold,\n    I've a Friend who will stand by me\n      When the Pearly Gates unfold.\n    Life's morn will soon be waning,\n      And the evening bells will toll;\n    But my heart will know no sadness\n      When the Pearly Gates unfold.\n\nOver and over again she sang this song, with the tears running down her\nface. It always carried a message to souls. As she became braver she\nspoke to the girls who came forward to the penitent-form.\n\nLucy longed to know that her own little sister was saved; but somehow,\nwhen she left the hall, courage to speak of spiritual matters forsook\nher. Six months passed away, and she had not spoken to Kate about her\nsoul. At home, she endeavoured to live for Jesus; she sang Army songs\nwhenever she was in the house; but to speak to her dear ones about their\nsouls seemed impossible. She had 'lock-jaw' at the very thought. The\nSaviour's face had seemed every day to shine upon Lucy; but now a cloud\nwas coming between, and she knew the reason.\n\nOne evening, Mrs. Lee having some business which took her from home, the\nsisters were left alone. 'Lord, this is my chance; help me to make the\nmost of it,' Lucy prayed. The gas was lit, the fire cosy, and Lucy went\nto the piano and began to play and sing. She chose all the solemn,\nconvicting songs she could think of, such as--\n\n    You'll see the Great White Throne,\n      And stand before it all alone.\n\nKate had betaken herself to her favourite place, the hearthrug. She was\nsilent until Lucy had reached the middle verse of 'Almost persuaded,'\nwhich she sang with due impressiveness. Then a sorrowful little voice\nquavered:--\n\n'I'm so lonely. I thought we were going to have _such_ a nice time.'\n\nLucy at once got up. 'Are you, dearie? Would you like some supper?'\n\n'No, I don't want anything; I'm lonely and miserable,' quavered Kate.\n\n'Well, then, we'll go up to bed.'\n\nOnce in their room Lucy continued: 'I don't think we want a light, do\nwe?' And sitting on the bed, her heart beating until her voice was\nuncertain, she put her arm round Kate's waist, and began, 'Katie, dear,\nI've been wanting to have a special talk with you for a long time. You\nknow I was saved six months ago, and I have been praying for you to be\nsaved, too, but I've found it hard to talk to you about it. I'm so glad\nwe're alone to-night.'\n\n'Didn't you _know_ I wanted you to talk to me? Haven't you heard me\ncrying every night in bed? I _do_ want to be saved,' and Kate burst\ninto tears.\n\n'Darling, I _didn't_ know. I've been stupid and shy; but I'm sorry.\nYou can be saved _just now_. We'll kneel down right here,' said\nLucy. The sisters knelt beside their bed, and Lucy led Kate step by step\ninto the Kingdom of God. She knew she was a sinner? 'Oh, _yes_,'\nsobbed Kate. She was sorry for her sins? 'Yes.' She would give them up?\n_every one?_ and would live henceforth only for God? 'Yes!' Then\nJesus was saying, 'Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.' Did Kate\nbelieve it? 'Yes!' Then we'll sing together the words I sang the night I\nwas saved, 'I do believe, I will believe that Jesus died for me.'\nTogether the sisters sang the chorus, just as if they were in a meeting;\nthen they both prayed, and kissed one another, and got into bed.\n\nLucy went over it all, and praised the Lord for giving her the joys of\nsalvation, first to herself, and now to the one she loved best in all the\nworld, and so fell asleep.\n\nSurely the angels looked down that night and smiled upon the sisters, the\nelder destined to be a patient, plodding, burden-bearer in the heavenly\nwarfare, and the younger a great warrior in the Kingdom of Heaven, one of\nthe saints and most successful field officers of the great Salvation\nArmy.\n\n\n\n\nII\n\nCHOOSING HER COURSE\n\n\n\nFrom babyhood Kate Lee had been a delicate little mortal; she was so\ntimid that even the visits of relatives to her home were a kind of\ntorture to her, and she would hide in any corner rather than come forward\nand entertain or be entertained.\n\nHer delicacy inclined her to selfishness, and her timidity to reserve and\naloofness. She bid fair to grow up an insular, somewhat unlovable woman;\nbut child though she was, conversion meant a radical change in character\nand purpose. She realized at once that as a follower of Jesus she might\nnot live to please herself. She became interested in other people, their\nwell-being and sorrows and needs. Then the joy of the Lord became her\nstrength. It was so glorious to know that her soul was saved from sin;\nthat she was at peace with God; that He had promised to be with her, and\nguide her, and help her through life, and give her Heaven at last. And\nthis promise was for all the world; but people were still sinful and sad.\nSurely they did not know about Salvation. She must tell them!\n\nStraightway she wanted to wear an Army bonnet, so as to silently witness\nfor Jesus as she walked the streets. But opposition against Salvationists\nwas strong in those days, and Mrs. Lee was fearful lest Kate should be\nroughly handled going to and from the meetings. In the matter of uniform,\nshe had to content herself with a badge of Army ribbon. This she wore on\nher dress to school, and drew upon herself the ire of uncouth lads who\nnoticed it; some even pelted her with mud. She used to remain behind\nafter school hours to talk to her schoolmates about Salvation; some she\nwon, but others resented her message. Invited to the birthday party of a\nschool friend, she went, wearing as usual her Army badge. During the\nevening this was torn from her breast.\n\nKate's eyes began to be opened concerning the attitude of the world\ntowards Christ. She found that most people did not want to know of His\nwill, much less do it, and that if she intended to devote her life to\nseek and to save souls she must be prepared to suffer with her Lord. Far\nfrom repelling her, the challenge called up the reserves of love and\ncourage that until now had lain dormant in her spirit, and once and for\nall she took sides with Christ.\n\nThe shy little recruit, with eyes as blue as the sky, golden curls\nreaching to her waist, and a complexion like pink rose petals, sang her\ntestimony in the meetings until she gained courage to speak. She was ever\nplanning ways by which she could direct people's thoughts toward God, and\nto arouse them to a sense of their spiritual state. An ingenious method\nshe hit upon was to write carefully-worded little letters to the postmen\nand drop them into various pillar-boxes.\n\nThe family removed to Hornsey, and soon afterwards Lucy heard the 'call'\nto officership in The Salvation Army. This was the first real trial Mrs.\nLee had felt in connexion with her daughters' association with The Army.\nThough herself anything but a woman of war, she had not interfered with\ntheir choice of religion, for they were 'such good girls.' But to break\nher home circle was not in her reckoning. It was a pain that went deeper\nthan the parting which caused tears to sting Lucy's face as, on a snowy\nNew Year's day, she said good-bye to mother and sister and left home for\nthe Training Garrison; but in her heart rang the words, 'If any man love\nfather or mother more than Me, he is not worthy of Me.' She must put\nGod's call first, and trust Him to bring all right.\n\nKate's health remained frail, but her spirit grew stronger and stronger.\nWhenever able, she hied off to The Army hall, carrying her tambourine in\na little green baize bag, and, as often as not, a bundle of 'War Crys'\nunder her arm. In the Army papers she saw a powerful means of spreading\nSalvation, and she became a fearless Herald. [Footnote: One of a\nvoluntary brigade of regular sellers.]\n\nThere are comrades at Wood Green who recall how on Wednesday nights Kate\nwould go to the hall, fold a large bundle of 'War Crys,' and sally forth\nto the streets to sell them. The first time she ventured out on this\nservice she saw a great, drunken navvy lounging against the door of a\npublic-house. Mustering all her courage, the girl advanced and offered\nthe paper to the drunkard. She felt she had scored quite a victory when\nthe navvy bought a copy. By degrees she became braver, and would even go\ninto the saloons to sell the periodicals. Then, noticing how the newsboys\nboarded buses with their papers, she thought that in the Lord's service\nshe should be as eager and enterprising as they, and she became quite\nagile, running up and down the iron steps as she joined the buses and\noffered her papers for sale to the passengers.\n\nVeteran soldiers also recall Kate's spiritual, earnest face, as she sat\nin side seats--known as 'the boxes'--at the Wood Green hall, whence she\ncould study the congregation. As she recognized how people fell under\nconviction of sin during the progress of the meetings, she felt that she\nmight help girls of her own age, who 'didn't look saved,' if she sat\nbeside them in the hall, and spoke to them when the prayer meeting was\nbegun.\n\nShe was still shy, still nervous, but she suffered no excuse for herself\nwhen the heavenly vision made clear a path of duty. In later years, a\ncorps cadet asked her if, in those days, she never said 'I can't.' 'Yes,'\nshe replied, _'I often said \"I can't, but I MUST,\"'_ and so she\nconquered.\n\nTo wear full Army uniform was still the desire of Kate's heart. When she\nneeded a new dress, she prevailed upon her mother to let it be a blue\none, and by dint of great perseverance she made a uniform herself. Now,\nif she might but have the bonnet!\n\nLucy had passed through the Training Garrison, and was now an officer in\nthe Field. A great Salvation demonstration was held at that time at the\nAlexandra Palace, and Lucy, with her captain, came to London for the\nimportant event. The mother and sisters met in the ground of the Palace.\nLucy's eyes were sparkling with quite extraordinary delight, and, needing\na wash and brush up, she asked her mother to excuse Kate, and the girls\nslipped away.\n\n'Guess what I've got for you, little dear,' Lucy exclaimed when they were\nalone. Kate laughed, but shook her head. Then, from a box, the elder\nsister drew a small Army bonnet. 'Oh!' gasped Kate, 'where did you get\nit?'\n\n'I've been saving and saving for it, and at last here it is; and you're\ngoing to wear it right off.' Kate's hat was transferred to the box and\nthe bonnet tried on. 'Darling, you look lovely; now come to mother,'\ncried Lucy. Kate's face was pink with pleasure, and her eyes shining with\nanticipation when the girls returned to Mrs. Lee. She looked a moment in\nsurprise, then her eyes filled with tears. There was a beauty not of this\nearth about the child. She would not mar it. Kate might wear the bonnet.\nAnd thus it was that the mother, herself unreached with revelation, and\nuntouched by inspiration, followed slowly but surely in her daughters'\nsteps.\n\nWhilst Lucy was stationed at Folkestone it was a great joy to the sisters\nwhen it was arranged for Kate to visit her. To work amongst the people\nall day long, get them to the meetings at night, and 'land' them at the\nmercy-seat, seemed to Kate service that the angels might envy. One day\nshe begged to be allowed to 'visit' [Footnote: Visiting the people in\ntheir homes--usually from house to house.] as her sister and the captain\ndid. The captain consented somewhat reluctantly, but afterwards doubted\nthe wisdom of allowing this child of fifteen to go alone into all manner\nof houses. Seeing Kate enter the home of a drunken sweep, she stepped\nalong to the door and listened. Kate was dealing with the man as\nearnestly and directly, if not as skilfully, as she herself could have\ndone. She smiled and turned away. When Kate had visited her street of\nhouses, she returned to the quarters radiant. The sweep had promised to\ncome to the meetings, and, 'Just look what he gave me for tea,' she\nannounced triumphantly, and produced a currant loaf, a luxury in those\ndays.\n\nA kind-hearted woman soldier, touched by Kate's delicate appearance, felt\nthat the child needed the air of the hills, and abundant nourishment, and\nbegged Lucy to allow her to take Kate to her home. Lucy, ever alive to\nKate's welfare, joyfully sent her off, and the child spent several\nhealth-giving months in the country. To help her happily to occupy her\ntime, the good friend bought Kate a cheap concertina. By the hour she\nwould sit in the sunshine, mastering the keyboard, and soon she could\nplay simple Army tunes. How richly our Heavenly Father blesses the gifts\nof love! All unconsciously, the good soldier was preparing the Angel\nAdjutant of the future to win the hopeless and despairing of many great\ncities for God.\n\nKate had an extraordinary love for music. Her ambition had once been to\nmake music her profession; but after her conversion she realized that\nthere were higher things to live for than a successful career, and lest\nmusic should be a snare to her, she gave it up. This determination to\nallow nothing to interfere with her entire devotion to the will and\nservice of God was a sure foundation for her spiritual life, but as she\ngrew in the knowledge of God she realized that every gift may be\nconsecrated to God's service. She worked at the piano again; now she\nwrestled with the concertina, then tackled the banjo. Later they all\nbecame useful aids to her in her work amongst the people.\n\nSoon after Kate's return home from the country she wrote to Lucy telling\nher privately that for the upkeep of the home it was necessary that she\nshould seek employment. This prospect caused Lucy much anxiety. Her own\nexperience of earning her living in so seemingly irreproachable a\nbusiness as photography returned to her with horror. The manager of the\nfirm for which she had worked had been a dissolute man. Much of his\nconversation in the presence of the girl employees was incomprehensible\nto Lucy, who did her work faithfully, was pleasant and obliging, but\nlived her life largely apart from the others. Her later experience in\nmoving amongst the people had enlarged her knowledge of life, and now she\nrealized that, as a certain white flower with smooth petals remains\nunspotted at the mouth of coal pits, so by the innocency of her mind and\nthe purity of her spirit, she had been preserved from dangers worse than\ndeath. The thought of Kate in such company was intolerable. With her\nusual motherliness towards her sister, she replied, 'On no account must\nyou take a situation without my approval. Surely, there must be some\ngodly place in London for you. I am going to pray hard that the Lord,\nwill direct you to it, and you must wait till the right thing turns up.'\n\nWhile Lucy was praying 'hard,' a representative of The Army Outfit\nDepartment visited her corps. He carried uniforms and books, set up a\nstall, and sold his goods before and after the meetings. Lucy knew little\nabout the Outfit Department, but she was inspired with an idea. People\nmust be needed to make the uniforms, she mused, and to sell the books,\nkeep the accounts, and write letters. Why should not Kate be employed by\nThe Army? She made inquiries of the salesman and was encouraged to write\nto Headquarters. God had heard Lucy's prayer, and in a little while her\nsister found herself installed as a clerk at the Outfit Department at\nClerkenwell.\n\nKate realized that a knowledge of shorthand would be to her advantage,\nand, obtaining the necessary books, she began to study, rising in the\nbright summer mornings at four o'clock and plodding her way along in\nspare minutes until she attained a speed of the coveted 'hundred.'\n\nSo reliable was she found to be, that before long she received the title\nof lieutenant. She was very happy. All her time was now occupied in work\nfor the Kingdom of Heaven; indirectly by day on correspondence and\naccounts, at night at the corps, she sought for souls, and she was ever a\ncomfort to her mother.\n\nSo matters might have continued until to-day; indeed, one comrade of\nthose years, a godly woman, 'content to fill a little space if God be\nglorified,' still continues in the hidden but important duty of getting\nout uniform for the Salvationists. But deep in the silence of her soul\nKate heard the call of God to leave this quiet post and seek the lost.\nHumanly speaking, there seemed to be every reason why she should not\nembark upon the life of a field officer.\n\nWhen Kate mentioned her call to her mother, the little woman was overcome\nwith sorrow and apprehension. She had become reconciled to Lucy's\nabsence, and even took pleasure in her work, but to part with her 'ewe\nlamb,' to allow her to leave the shelter of her love and care and pour\nout her life in Army field service, was more than her faith could accept.\nShe consulted the family doctor; he shook his head and declared that six\nmonths of such a life would kill her daughter.\n\nNot one single voice was raised to encourage Kate Lee in obeying the\nDivine call. Even Lucy thought she was going 'before the time.' The\nsoldiers of the corps expected her health would fail. Colonel Laurie,\nunder whom she worked in the Outfit Department, says, 'She was a\nthoroughly good girl, conscientious and faithful in her work, but quiet\nand very frail. When she told me of her call, I would not discourage her\nfaith, but I hoped she was not mistaken. The thought that she would ever\nbecome a spiritual leader in The Army never once occurred to me.' Mrs.\nLieut.-Colonel Moore, then Sister Stitt, Kate's friend in the home corps,\nwith many misgivings watched her go away. 'The home arrangements seemed\nso sensible; this fresh undertaking and her breaking away, so foolish!\nShe was so good, always loving holiness, always sweet and unselfish, but\nterribly shy; and the idea of her roughing it, or becoming anything more\nthan a behind-the-scenes officer, seemed impossible,' said Mrs. Moore in\npassing on some reminiscences of her friend.\n\nThe day of farewell arrived, and with aching heart, conscious only of\nobeying the heavenly vision, Kate exchanged her title of lieutenant for\nthat of cadet, took leave of her mother, and crossed London to the\nTraining Garrison at Clapton.\n\nGeneral Bramwell Booth writes of this step, 'Her beginning was a great\nact of faith. She put her hand in her Master's hand, and went out on the\ngreat adventure of Salvation Army life--stepping on to the waters with\nmuch tremulousness and many questions--but her faith carried her\nthrough.'\n\nIn those days the cadets were trained in small groups placed at certain\ncorps, and to the Chalk Farm Garrison, under Ensign, now Brigadier,\nElizabeth Thomas, Kate was appointed.\n\nThe brigadier, who has now retired from active service, delights to look\nback upon those days of rough fighting which tested the mettle of cadets,\nsome thirty years ago. She says:--\n\n    When Kate came to me she was a sweet, fragile girl of about twenty.\n    There was a look of indescribable tenderness about her, and a faraway\n    look in her eyes. She might have been a sentimentalist, but there was\n    no room for dreaming in that fight. From the first Kate showed an\n    appreciation of her calling and a spirit that was determined to go\n    through to the end. I have seen her lips quiver before we set out\n    upon some bombardment, but her eyes were steadfast. She never refused\n    a duty, nor failed in a charge. Every ounce of her was devoted to the\n    work of the moment and to her own improvement for the future. She\n    gave herself to every duty as it arose--boot-blacking, scrubbing, or\n    scullery work--as readily as to her field training.\n\n    At one and the same time I had two cadets of exceptional\n    promise--Kathleen Harrington and Kate Lee. Kathleen Barrington was a\n    beautiful Irish girl, well educated, and from a home of wealth. She\n    was full of enthusiasm, dash, and courage, and possessed a deep\n    spiritual experience. Kate was not brilliant, and had merely an\n    elementary education, but she was gentle and calm and refined by the\n    grace of God, which seemed to permeate her whole nature. These two\n    girls were kindred spirits. They were one in purpose, in outlook, and\n    consecration. They delighted in each other's company; and yet, so\n    that there should be nothing that savoured of a clique in the\n    Garrison, they devoted themselves to the other cadets, particularly\n    linking up with those who were dull or timid and indulging their\n    friendship only on occasions when the sign of preference for each\n    other's company would excite no jealousy.\n\n    Kathleen Harrington, after a brief service as a single officer and\n    then as an officer's wife, her life beginning to fulfil its brimming\n    promise, radiant with happiness and victory, was promoted to Higher\n    Service, while Kate Lee was left to wage warfare on earth.\n\nBrigadier Thomas continues:--\n\n    There were about twenty-four girls at the Garrison. By 9:30, the work\n    of the house was finished. From then till dinner hour, we had school,\n    studying the Bible, the F.O., [Footnote: Orders and Regulations for\n    Field Officers.] D.D., [Footnote: Doctrine of The Army.] and 'Why and\n    Wherefore'. [Footnote: A book explanatory of Salvation Army terms and\n    works.] After dinner the cadets set out for field training. These\n    exercises included house-to-house visitation, open-air meetings, and\n    'War Cry' selling in the streets and the saloons. In our open-air\n    meetings we were continually moved on by the police, but we aimed to\n    deliver some definite message at each stand, and so to make our\n    moving-on an occasion to reach more listeners.\n\n    Those were rough days. We had all our band instruments smashed and the\n    windows of our Garrison as well, and one man, madly infuriated against\n    us, heated a poker red hot and threw it into the hall amongst the\n    congregation. We lived in danger to limb and life, but had the\n    overshadowing presence of God with us.\n\n    Not every cadet who entered training had the grit to go through with\n    it. Once, during her afternoon home, Kate sprained her ankle, but\n    persuaded her mother to get a cab for her so that she might return to\n    the Garrison the same night. 'Why did you not remain at home to-night?'\n    an officer asked her, as Kate hopped into the Garrison. 'I was afraid\n    you would think I had run away,' she laughed, 'and I did not wish you\n    to have that worry.'\n\nBrigadier Thomas tells us:--\n\n    In house-to-house visitation I would take the cadets in turn, speak\n    with the people on their door-steps, and, if possible, get into their\n    houses and point them to God. Kate gloried in this. She was a most\n    successful visitor.\n\n    Saloon 'raiding' was, perhaps, our most difficult work. We used 'The\n    War Cry' as a means of entrance and introduction. Going into the bar\n    we offered the paper for sale and suggested singing one of the songs\n    it contained. Conversation with the men and women followed, and before\n    leaving we would pray. Often we were thrown out of the bars, and\n    often, as we prayed, beer was dashed into our faces or over us, and on\n    reaching the Garrison we would need to wash our clothes to remove the\n    bar-room filth. 'Trench mud' we might have called it, had the war been\n    on in those days. But the trial hardest of all to endure was the\n    horrible talk of those dens of sin. Before leaving the Garrison we\n    used to kneel and ask the Lord to sanctify our ears, and surely that\n    was not the least of the prayers that He answered for us. Our souls\n    were entirely delivered from that paralysing horror that the hearing\n    of such profanity at first produced upon our minds, and we were kept\n    in purity and simplicity as though such vileness had never been heard.\n\n    The only duty which Kate Lee really shrank from was to take up a\n    collection for the maintenance of the Garrison. This was called the\n    'Bread and Butter Box'; and the Cadets took turns to stand at the hall\n    door after each meeting, hold the box and shake it. Kate heartily\n    disliked this, but it was part of her duty, and she did it with a\n    smile that brought success. In after years she became a wonderful\n    woman, but in those early days she held the secret that made her\n    wonderful. She walked with God. When the cadets had leisure time,\n    the majority would engage in innocent chat of one kind and another;\n    but you would find Kate a little withdrawn from the others, with her\n    Bible. Yet there was nothing censorious about her. She was quick\n    with a smile and an answer to any remark from the other cadets; but\n    there she was, already her life was hid with 'Christ in God.'\n\nCaptain Lucy rejoiced over her sister with trembling. She understood\nKate's willing, eager spirit, and the more she thought about her, the\nless did she believe her to be strong enough to take the position of an\nofficer on field duty. So Lucy began to pray, and soon she felt inspired\nto act. Writing to Miss Evangeline Booth, then the Field Commissioner in\nLondon, she explained her fears for Kate, and asked if, for a year or\ntwo, her sister might be stationed with her.\n\nThe Commander was quick to see the wisdom of the suggestion, and after a\nfew weeks Captain Lucy received orders for Penarth, in Wales, with Kate\nas her lieutenant. Her way lay through London, and she knocked at the\nhome door one night. A quick, light step flew to answer it. 'My captain!'\ncried Kate. 'My lieutenant!' cried Lucy, as they clasped one another.\nHappy tears glistened in their eyes as they held each other at arms'\nlength to get a good view of each other in the full glory of their\nrespective uniforms, and in the eyes of the little mother, who, learning\nto walk by faith, was finding the joy as well as the pain of sacrificing\nher treasures upon the altar of Christ.\n\n\n\n\nIII\n\nWOMAN'S POSITION IN THE ARMY\n\n\n\nWe write in a matter-of-fact way that Captain Lucy and Lieutenant Kate\nLee received an appointment to this or that corps, and the statement is\nreceived as it was written--without surprise or reflection. But, in\ntruth, behind such a sentence lies one of the most notable achievements\nof The Salvation Army as a world force--the right to public service for\nwomen.\n\nLooking over the fifty-five years of the life of The Army, and further\nback still, we can trace clearly the guiding hand of God in the formation\nand direction of this instrument of His choosing.\n\nWhen, in the order of Divine providence, William Booth was chosen to be\nFounder of the Salvation Army, by strange, devious, suffering ways, God\nled him, chastened him, disciplined him in preparation for his great\nwork. At the same time, Catherine Mumford, by the hand of God, was being\nfitted to be the Mother of The Salvation Army.\n\nShe was a delicate, retiring, but highly intelligent young woman of\ntwenty-four years of age, when she heard her minister, in the course of a\nsermon, give expression to the view that women were mentally and morally\ninferior to men. At this suggestion Catherine Mumford felt a strong\nnative resentment rise within her. Until that hour she had held the view\nthat God had made men and women equal in gifts of mind and heart; now she\nmade a thorough study of the subject in the light of the Word of God and\nof history, and as a result she formed a reasoned opinion from which she\nnever swerved. In a letter, remarkable for its logic and its command of\nvigorous English, she set forth her views to her pastor. She admitted\nthat prejudice and custom had relegated woman to positions inferior to\nthose occupied by men; but argued that, given similar advantages of\neducation and opportunity, woman is man's equal, fitted to be his\npartner, and able, with great advantage to enter with him into all\nserious and practical counsels for the benefit of the race.\n\nIn championing the cause of her sex, Catherine Mumford found she had to\ntake the field almost alone. Even William Booth, to whom she was then\nengaged, did not share her views. Mr. Booth believed that while woman\ncarried the palm in point of affection, man was her superior in regard to\nintellect. Miss Mumford would not admit this for a moment; and by\ndegrees, chiefly by the charming power of her own personality and also by\nargument, she wholly carried her beloved to her view-point.\n\nIn the 'Life of Catherine Booth,' by Commissioner Booth-Tucker, we find\nrecords of the young husband, soon after their marriage, urging his wife\nto lecture on various subjects.\n\nThe next move along the track which all unconsciously Mrs. Booth was\nblazing for a host of women to tread, publishing the Salvation of God,\nwas in defence of Mrs. Phoebe Palmer, a consecrated American evangelist\nwho, in company with her husband, was conducting powerful mission\nservices in England. Mrs. Palmer's ministry, notwithstanding the fact\nthat it was more honoured of God in the conversion of souls than that of\nher husband, excited a vigorous attack from a clergyman of a large church\nin Sunderland. In Catherine Booth's breast again flamed that powerful\nresentment she had felt on the occasion previously mentioned. She wrote\nher mother saying that for the first time in her life she felt like\ntaking the platform in order to answer the false views propounded\nconcerning female ministry. Instead, she wrote a well-reasoned and\nconvincing paper on woman's right to preach--a pamphlet of some thirty-two\npages. By this time her husband was so entirely with her in this\nmatter that he encouraged her to make her defence. And we find Mr. Booth\ncopying the pamphlet from his wife's manuscript and preparing it for the\npress.\n\nBut while Mrs. Booth was the most powerful advocate in England of woman's\nright to preach, she herself had never attempted to speak in public.\n\nAt last there came a day when she realized that her silence was not\nconsistent with her profession and at great personal sacrifice she broke\nthe bonds of timidity and publicly witnessed for her Lord. The following\nis an account from Mrs. Booth's own lips of her experience given in a\npublic meeting twenty years after she began to speak:\n\nPerhaps some of you would hardly credit that I was one of the most timid\nand bashful disciples the Lord Jesus ever saved. But for four or five\nmonths before I commenced speaking the controversy had been signally\nroused in my soul, and I passed through some severe heart-searchings.\nDuring a season of sickness, it seemed one day as if the Lord revealed it\nall to me by His Spirit. I had no vision, but a revelation to my mind. He\nseemed to take me back to the time when I was fifteen or sixteen, when I\nfirst fully gave my heart to Him. He showed me that all the bitter way\nthis one thing had been the fly in the pot of ointment, preventing me\nfrom realizing what I otherwise should have done. And then I remember\nprostrating myself upon my face before the Lord, and promising Him there\nin the sick room, 'Lord, if Thou wilt return unto me as in the days of\nold, and revisit me with those urgings of the Spirit, which I used to\nhave, I will obey, if I die in the attempt.' However, the Lord did not\nrevisit me immediately. But He permitted me to recover, and to resume my\nusual duties.\n\nAbout three months afterward I went to the chapel of which my husband was\na minister, and he had an extraordinary service there. Even then he was\nalways trying something new to get at the outside people. For this Sunday\nhe had arranged with the leaders that the chapel should be closed, and a\ngreat out-door Service held at a place called Windmill Hills. It so\nhappened, however, that the weather was too tempestous for carrying out\nthis design, and hence the doors were thrown open and the meeting was\nheld in the chapel. In spite of the stormy weather about 1,000 persons\nwere present, including a number of preachers and outside friends.\n\nI was, as usual, in the minister's pew with my eldest boy, then four\nyears old. I felt much depressed in mind, and was not expecting anything\nparticular; but as the testimonies proceeded I felt the Holy Spirit come\nupon me. You alone who have experienced it can tell what it means. It\ncannot be described. I felt it to the extremity of my hands and feet. It\nseemed as if a Voice said to me, 'Now if you were to go and testify, you\nknow I would bless it to your own soul, as well as to the people!' I\ngasped again, and said in my heart, 'Yes, Lord, I believe Thou wouldst,\nbut I cannot do it!' I had forgotten my vow. It did not occur to me at\nall.\n\nA moment afterward there flashed across my mind the memory of the bedroom\nvisitation, when I had promised the Lord that I would obey Him at all\ncosts. And then the Voice seemed to ask me if this was consistent with\nthat promise. I almost jumped up, and said, 'No, Lord, it is the old\nthing over again. But I cannot do it!' I felt as though I would sooner\ndie than speak. And then the devil said, 'Besides, you are not prepared.\nYou will look like a fool, and will have nothing to say.' He made a\nmistake. He over-reached himself for once. It was this word that settled\nit. 'Ah!' I said, 'this is just the point. I have never yet been willing\nto be a fool for Christ. Now I will be one.'\n\nWithout stopping another moment I rose up from my seat and walked down\nthe aisle. My dear husband was just going to conclude. He thought\nsomething had happened to me, and so did the people. We had been there\ntwo years, and they knew my timid, bashful nature. He stepped down and\nasked me, 'What is the matter, my dear?' I replied, 'I want to say a\nword.' He was so taken by surprise that he could only say, 'My dear wife\nwishes to speak,' and sat down. For years he had been trying to persuade\nme to do it. Only that very week he had wanted me to go and address a\nlittle Cottage Meeting of some twenty working people, but I had refused.\n\nI stood--God only knows how--and if any mortal did ever hang on the arm\nof Omnipotence, I did. I felt as if I were clinging to some human arm;\nbut it was a Divine one which held me up. I just stood, and told the\npeople how it had come about. I confessed, as I think everybody should\nwho has been in the wrong, and has misrepresented the religion of Jesus\nChrist. I said, 'I dare say many of you have been looking upon me as a\nvery devoted woman, and one who has been living faithfully to God. But I\nhave come to realize that I have been disobeying Him, and thus have\nbrought darkness and leanness into my soul. I have promised the Lord to\ndo so no longer, and have come to tell you that henceforth I will be\nobedient to the holy vision.'\n\nThere was more weeping, they said, in the chapel that day than on any\nprevious occasion. Many dated a renewal in righteousness from that very\nmoment, and began a life of devotion and consecration to God.\n\nNow I might have 'talked good' to them till now. That honest confession\ndid what twenty years of preaching could not have accomplished.\n\nBut, oh, how little did I realize how much was then involved! I never\nimagined the life of publicity and trial that it would lead me to, for I\nwas never allowed to have another quiet Sabbath when I was well enough to\nstand and speak. All I did was to take the first step. I could not see in\nadvance. But the Lord, as He always does when His people are honest with\nHim and obedient, opened the windows of Heaven, and poured out such a\nblessing that there was not room to receive it.\n\n\nFrom that morning Mrs. Booth continued to respond to the call to proclaim\nSalvation, until she came to be regarded as one of the most powerful\npreachers of her day. Her service was not unattended with sorrow. For\nmany years this shrinking woman had to face fires of criticism and\nblizzards of scorn; but she persevered.\n\nNot only within the ranks of The Salvation Army has Mrs. Booth's brave\nexample borne a harvest of blessing, but in all walks of public life\nwomen now stand in the gates as co-workers with men in every righteous\ncause; sometimes they raise their voice for truth and equity where no\nother voice is heard.\n\nWhen the Christian Mission began to take form, William Booth had no\nparticular intentions as to the kind of helpers he was to have--either\nmale or female. Female ministry evolved as a part of its service, as\nindeed the whole Salvation Army evolved, without premeditation or plan,\nindeed, as it is said of the Kingdom of God, 'without observation.' To\nMr. Booth's early meetings in the East End of London came a godly man and\nhis wife to assist him with their sympathy. The woman was so shy as to be\nunable to pray aloud. She was in deep sorrow over the death of her two\nchildren. Later, when attending a holiness meeting, conducted in an old\nwood shed in Bethnal Green, this woman, Mrs. Collingridge, yielded\nherself entirely to God for His service. She knelt, a timid, broken\nwoman, making the sincere offering of herself to God, and rose from her\nknees delivered from all fear and inspired with a message to the people.\nFrom that day, with the arresting power of a prophetess, she proclaimed\nthe Saviour's love and power. She could command a crowd of the wildest\nroughs in the open-air, or hold breathless a great theatre audience. She\nspecially excelled in visiting the converts and others; so blessed was\nshe in this work that Mr. Booth asked her to become the first paid woman\nmember of the Mission.\n\nCommissioner Railton tells of Mrs. Collingridge in his 'Twenty-one Years\nSalvation Army.' He writes, 'It was no longing for publicity or notoriety\nthat attracted her, for one hears not so much of her public work, blessed\nand glorious as that was, as the victories she won from garret to garret,\nfrom door to door, as she pressed on, resolved never, to the last hour,\nto give up a victim of sin.' Worn out with loving and seeking souls,\nthis--after The Army Mother--the first woman officer of The Salvation\nArmy was promoted to glory, triumphing in God to her last breath. Mrs.\nCollingridge was the forerunner of such spirits as Kate Lee. She raised\nup and trained a band of brave women fighters; these women were used with\nremarkable success in the growing Mission. William Booth was hard put to\nfind sufficient evangelists for the rapidly increasing stations about\nLondon and in the Provinces. God had signally blessed the Women's Band as\nvisitors and exhorters, and William Booth saw in them qualities that\ncaused him to believe that, given opportuity, woman would excel as a\nleader--a commander.\n\nNecessity urged the experiment. The first woman chosen for this purpose\nwas Annie Davis, who later, as Mrs. Commissioner Ridsdel, after most\ndistinguished service as a soul-winner, was promoted to glory. A quiet\ngirl from a village, she had been converted in the old hall used by the\nMission under the Railway Arch at Bethnal Green. From the first it was\nevident that the power of God rested upon her.\n\nAnnie Davis was placed in charge of the small Christian Mission Society\nin Barking. At the end of her term of office she left a flourishing work.\nShe had managed her committee, successfully led her people, paid her way,\nand left a balance in hand.\n\nThe fact had been demonstrated that a woman was as capable of filling the\nposition of an evangelist as a man. Kate Watts (now Mrs. Colonel Josiah\nTaylor) was then sent in charge of the Mission Work at Merthyr, in Wales,\nwhere she was used by God in the salvation of hundreds of souls--and Mrs.\nReynolds 'opened fire' at Coventry. To Captain Reynolds was presented, on\nbehalf of the Coventry Corps, the first Flag of The Salvation Army.\n\nThe Hallelujah Lass became an indispensable part of The Salvation Army.\nNo effort was made to set these women in one common mould and turn them\nout replicas of the first. Indeed their naturalness, the very differences\nin disposition and method added to their usefulness.\n\nIn great contrast to the women already mentioned, was the type of whom\n'Happy Eliza' was a specimen. Rough and ready and entirely fearless, she\nknew how to capture the most indifferent crowds. At one corps where\nordinary methods had failed to secure the people, she marched through the\nstreets with streamers floating from her hair, and on her back a placard\nbearing the words 'I'm Happy Eliza.' The denizens of public-houses and\nthe slums flocked to the hall to hear a preacher who evidently understood\nthem. At another place where a theatre was to be opened as a Salvation\nArmy hall, she advertised the meetings by hiring a cab. On the box a man\nbeat a drum, inside two or three others played brass instruments, while\nHappy Eliza took up her position on the luggage on the top, and drove\nthrough the streets alternately playing a fiddle and distributing\nhandbills announcing the coming meetings.\n\nAnother indomitable was Chinee Smith. Trampled on by a Lancashire mob,\nher bonnet torn from her head, her shoes from her feet, she marched in\nher stockings through the streets to the hall, her hair streaming down\nher back. Taking her place on the platform she led the meeting as though\nnothing out of the ordinary had happened. The hall was packed and souls\nsought salvation.\n\nThe Army's Founder began to recognize that almost limitless possibilities\nlay in these women. Since they could attract and win sinners to Christ,\ncould command the people of their corps with acceptance, why should they\nnot be placed in charge of Divisions? He saw no reason. Captain Reynolds\nwas promoted to the rank of major, and placed in charge of The Salvation\nArmy work in Ireland, and the decision was fully justified by the blessed\nresults which followed.\n\nThus, in a perfectly natural way, without design, woman's position in The\nSalvation Army was established. To-day, there is no rank or position in\nits ranks which a woman may not occupy, including even that of General.\n\nAs may be supposed, the greater number of women officers marry officers,\nand therefore, as a rule, merge their activities into their husband's\nwork. This being the case, not so many women occupy leading positions as\nmen. Nevertheless, women are to be found holding the highest rank and\noccupying leading positions in every phase of Army warfare. As\nTerritorial Commander, Mrs. General Booth was for several years\nresponsible for The Army's work in Great Britain and Ireland; Commander\nEvangeline Booth for that of the United States; Commissioner Lucy\nBooth-Hellberg for Norway; Commissioner Adelaide Cox has direction of the\nWomen's Social Work in Great Britain. Commissioner Mildred Duff is editor\nof The Salvation Army literature for Young People. Commissioner Hannah\nOuchterlony pioneered our work in her native land, Sweden, and now in a\ncloudless eventide looks with joy upon a glorious work, the foundations\nof which she laid in the face of fierce opposition. Lieut.-Commissioner\nClara Case represents The Salvation Army woman missionary, having just\nretired from active service after twenty-seven years in India, during the\ngreater part of which time she commanded the work in Southern India.\nLieut-Colonel Catherine Booth, as International Secretary at\nHeadquarters, is the General's representative for Salvation Army work in\nEuropean countries.\n\nThere are women Divisional Commanders, financiers, training officers,\neditors, teachers, and social, medical and nursing officers; and, by no\nmeans least, a host of efficient and devoted Corps Commanders of which\nKate Lee was so worthy a representative.\n\nUpon the woman officer of The Army rests no less responsibility than that\ncarried by a man occupying a similar position, and she is expected to\n'deliver the goods' as her male comrade in like circumstances would be\nrequired to do. And she does it.\n\nThe Salvation Army affords an unrivalled field of usefulness to young\nwomen who wish to devote their lives to the service of God. No\norganization offers a wider, if so wide a door. As one of its songs has\nit, 'There's a place in The Army for all': for the educated and cultured,\nwhose hearts are free from selfishness and fired with holy passion to\nseek and save the lost, and equally for the young woman of moderate gifts\nand elementary education, whose heart is also pure and whose soul is\nilluminated by Divine love.\n\nThe Army is by no means 'a happy hunting ground' for faddists or\nsentimentalists who think religious service consists in 'sailing round'\nsinging songs, and whispering sweet nothings or shouting declarations. It\nis an Army out to fight another army; to wrestle; to conquer; to take\nprisoners, and to establish and govern territories. The Salvation fight\ndemands the best a man and woman can give of heart and mind, of sacrifice\nand service. But, as one exuberant Salvationist has expressed, 'There's\nstacks of fun in The Army!' There are excitement, adventure, tragedy, and\ncomedy, joy and sorrow, the like of which is found in few, if any other\ncallings. Men and women who have gone out of its ranks or its commands,\nweary of the endless sacrifice and strain its service entails, and who\nare to-day well placed and full of the good things of this life, still\nsigh at the remembrance of the days of their warfare, and declare that\nthe joy of a Salvation Army officer's life is without compare in\nspiritual work.\n\nThe spirit of comradeship which exists between superior and junior\nofficers is a real and beautiful thing. While Kate Lee as a girl captain\nwas wrestling with the problems of her first corps in the villages of\nEngland, the writer of her memoir, then also a girl captain, was leading\na village corps in her native Australian mountains. Since Kate cannot\ntell of the kindness of her Divisional Commanders, I may, for the sake of\nillustration, be permitted to mention my own experience in this relation,\nincidentally also showing The Army spirit in operation at the other end\nof the world from The Army hub.\n\nAt that time I was stationed at a mining township eighty miles from a\nrailway. The distances between towns in that part of Australia being so\ngreat, my Divisional Commander, Major Jonah Evans, now retired, was able\nto visit my corps only once during my term of nine months there, but he\nkept in constant touch with his young officers by correspondence. Next to\nmy mother's weekly letter, I looked forward to one from my Divisional\nCommander. In my weekly dispatch I gave him a full account of everything\nthat concerned my corps, which he was patient enough to read and to reply\nto carefully, giving such advice as he thought would help me in my work.\nAlso, occasionally, a letter would arrive from his late sweet wife, who,\nas Captain Helen Morrell, had seen remarkable revivals amongst the Welsh\nminers. Passing on to city corps, where conditions were entirely\ndifferent and responsibilities pressed heavily, Major William Hunter, now\nin Heaven, was my true friend as well as an able leader. The help and\ndirection which such experienced officers are able to give to young men\nand women who are full of earnestness and desire to reach and bless the\nsouls of the people, minimize the weight of responsibility sometimes\nthrown upon young shoulders.\n\nThirty years ago, when Kate Lee began her career as a field officer, The\nArmy had not reached that place in public esteem which it enjoys to-day.\nThe worst days of rioting and persecution had passed, and right of public\nspeech in the streets had been gained in many countries after a long\nstruggle. But The Army was still regarded as something of a nuisance by\nthe majority of educated people, a good thing for the very worst by a\nfew, with indifference or hostility by the mass. To wear the uniform was\nto bring upon one contumely, often persecution. Salvation Army officers\nwere sometimes perhaps ill fed and poorly clad; nevertheless, because of\nthe opportunity their position afforded to seek and find the lost, Kate\nLee counted herself blessed above millions when she sewed the insignia of\na lieutenant upon her collar.\n\n\n\n\nIV\n\nEARLY BATTLES\n\n\n\nSix months of joyous service amongst the Welsh miners was cut short by a\ntelegram announcing to the sisters the serious illness of Mrs. Lee.\nTaking the news to their Divisional Commander, they were instructed to\nHeadquarters. It was found that the illness was due to shock. The income\nfrom investments of the little estate left by Mr. Lee had dwindled; it\nnow had disappeared altogether.\n\nCaptain Lucy faced the matter with her usual practical decision. 'Mother,\ndarling, there are two ways out. Either I must come home and work and\ncare for you, or you must come with us. If Headquarters would agree to\nyou accompanying us from corps to corps, would you be willing to break up\nthe home and come?' By this time Mrs. Lee had become possessed by what is\nknown amongst Salvationists as 'The Army Spirit.' She loved this\nwonderful Army which cared for, and sought and found the lost. She would\nnot have her girls come out of the fight. 'I cannot preach, Lucy, but\nmaybe there is some niche I could fill. I would like to come,' she said.\n\nSo it was arranged, and shortly the little household, was transferred to\nNorwich. How happy they were! Captain and Lieutenant Lee, busy from morn\ntill night, week in and week out, seeking the souls of the people. The\nmother in the little quarters, sitting with her work-basket beside the\nwindow, giving a smile to passers-by, and welcoming her daughters as they\ncame to meals, always bringing with them some new tale of joy, of sorrow,\nof fighting, of victory or defeat. The little mother truly found her\nniche. Soldiers and adherents came to reckon upon her gentle patient\ninfluence, and her \"never-mind-me\" spirit was a constant sermon. She\ncould sympathize and she could pray, and she sewed unceasingly for the\nannual sales of work, making useful articles out of the smallest and\noddest remnants. She found supreme happiness in her Army warfare.\n\nWhile Captain Lucy shielded Lieutenant Kate, she also gave her a\npractical training.\n\nAt Norwich they saw a great work amongst the worst characters of the\ncity; many drunkards were transformed by the grace of God. One of the\nnumber, a soldier of the corps to-day, sends his grateful tribute to\nLieutenant Kate's persistence in holding up his tottering steps until\nthey grew steady upon the heavenly way. The sisters had the joy of\nerecting a citadel in the Bull's Close.\n\nAt King's Lynn, visitation of the homes of the people was a specialty of\ntheir work.\n\nIt is to be regretted that neither Lucy nor Kate Lee kept a journal. They\nwere too busy seeking the lost, and after finding them and rejoicing over\nthem were too weary to record their experiences, interesting and\nprofitable as they would have been for us to read about. Their official\ndiaries furnish little more than entries of meetings conducted and other\nduties performed. The only preserved reminiscence of their work is found\nin an 'All the World' of 1895. Commissioner Duff, then editor of that\njournal, beguiled Captain Lucy into chatting about her work at King's\nLynn covering three days, and used the conversation as an unconscious\nanswer to the oft-repeated taunt thrown at our officers in those days 'Go\nand work.' The following are extracts:--\n\n    _Friday_. Back from London at five. So pleased to find lieutenant\n    waiting for me on the platform, with a smile. Tea ready at home.\n    While telling her about my London trip, the man brought my box.\n    Paying him, he said, 'I always listen to your Open-Air on a\n    Sunday; but I have one thing against you, you are so down on the\n    drink.' My chance! So I let him have it straight for ten minutes,\n    when he gave me a penny for the collection, shook hands, and went\n    off.\n\n    On the way to 7 o'clock converts' meeting, took Mrs. ---- to see\n    doctor. She was nervous at going alone. New converts turned up\n    well. Brother ---- very bright. Soon after he got saved he painted\n    his door to help to make his home nice, and the old women of the\n    street came and smeared their dirty hands over it, to hear him\n    swear. But the Lord kept him, and all the street believes in him\n    to-day. And old Dad who cries when he talks, he feels so grateful\n    to God for saving him.\n\n    When on our knees with our eyes shut, singing, Brother ----, two\n    months saved, came over to me and said softly 'I'm afraid I'm\n    slipping back, Captain.' Poor lad, his home is nearly unendurable.\n    His mother said she would sooner see him dead than a Salvationist.\n    We all prayed, sang, and I believed for him, and he got beautifully\n    right. Read and explained Isaiah liv., 'No weapon that is formed\n    against thee shall prosper!' We all marched into the holiness\n    meeting at 8 o'clock. Some glorious testimonies. Closed with\n    united consecration at 9:15, and met bandsmen to appoint new\n    bandmaster. I was not quite sure as to how they would take the\n    appointment; but went in and got them all on their knees, took up\n    the holiness meeting chorus, 'I'll be, Lord, I'll be what You want\n    me to be,' and prayed. When on our feet again, I started off at\n    once and got through without any hitch or word of dissent,\n    finishing up most successfully. Praise God for this! Ran home to\n    join the lieutenant and the treasurer and the secretary who were\n    finishing the cartridges, [Footnote: Small envelopes in which\n    Salvationists make their weekly gift for the maintenance of the\n    work.]  and we started on the books. Money well up this week; over\n    thirty shillings to meet the gas bill. Hallelujah!\n\n    _Saturday_. Breakfast as usual, at eight, and prayers. Then we\n    started our weekly clean-up. I take upstairs; lieutenant down.\n    People have got to know that Saturday is our day home, and come\n    to see us. Had good spell of work. Then a poor woman and her\n    daughter in great distress called; advised that they should go to\n    law, and make the child's father support it. They are doing this.\n    When I went with them to see the solicitor, he seemed to think\n    they would succeed. Talked matter over with them, then had to\n    leave lieutenant to finish with them, as Bandsman ---- came.\n    Misunderstanding with comrade. Hot-tempered; feels he has\n    disgraced himself; better give in instrument. Long talk with him.\n    Showed him his duty was to admit his wrong, and ask forgiveness.\n    At last willing to do so; prayed the Lord's help and grace; took\n    back instrument and went off happy. Dinner ready, then off to\n    funeral, fixed for 2:30. Dear little Nellie! Glad I was able to\n    be with her the last night. Had run in for a minute from open-air.\n    Stayed till 5:30 in the morning. She was all night dying. Mother\n    too overcome to be able to be with her. It was Nellie's wish I\n    should bury her. Band turned up; nice meeting at house, then\n    marched to the cemetery; hundreds there. All assembled in chapel;\n    I in pulpit. A child's funeral seems a marvellous opportunity.\n    Many in tears. Lord, make the impression lasting! Thankful I got\n    quiet time in the train yesterday to prepare for Sunday. I've\n    had no time since.\n\n    Before open-air went to see Mrs. ----. Saturday is a specially\n    trying day. Husband drinks heavily. So cruel to her. Found her\n    very depressed. Tries to keep her home nice, but he makes it very\n    hard. 'Been wondering to-day if God does hear my prayer. My\n    husband only seems to get worse; the devil has been tempting me\n    all day to give up.' Read to her promise in Isaiah li., 'I am He\n    that comforteth you.' Seemed too depressed to grasp it. 'It is\n    _for you_' I said, and took her hand. Got down on my knees and\n    prayed. She began to cry. 'I've been doubting and despairing all\n    day,' she said; 'but if He'll forgive me, I will trust my\n    Saviour.' Bless her. Hurried on; just in time for open-air. Very\n    good meeting inside. All going on well, except ----. What _can_\n    we do for him? Cost us more tears, and time, and prayers than all\n    the rest put together. He seemed so satisfactory, then he backslid\n    and came into the meeting drunk. Lieutenant could not let him go\n    back. Brought him from the saloon, and now there he is in the back\n    seat, all rags and misery. Too drunk to do anything but cry. He\n    has lost the place we got him. Pawned his things. People laugh at\n    us for our attempts; but we can't give him up. That lost sheep,\n    'until He findeth it,' is my watchword for him.\n\n    _Sunday_. Nice number at knee-drill. On march from open-air,\n    great excitement. The cry was raised in one of the narrow streets,\n    'Runaway horse!' I was terrified for the children, but the lads\n    made a line across the street, and the color-sergeant put the\n    pole of the flag crosswise, barring the way; so we stopped the\n    horse, and no one was hurt. A helpful time, I think, in the\n    holiness meeting. Read from Exodus xxxv., showing how the people\n    listened and obeyed God's word. After the meeting, saw the\n    soldiers, who were on outpost duty, going off in the best of\n    spirits. Stopped to speak to Sister ---- who is anxious about her\n    son. Got home at one o'clock. Before dinner was finished some one\n    came to fetch us, from the next street, to see a man who was\n    dying, and who, in his delirium, was screaming for the captain.\n    Found him in a dreadful state. At first I tried to soothe him.\n    Soon I saw that he must speak. He had sat for years in the\n    meetings, knowing what he ought to do, and never doing it. 'You've\n    pleaded with me so often, and others have too,' he began, 'and\n    I've always put off deciding. I have asked God to forgive me.\n    Will you forgive me, too?' Prayed with him, and left him quieter.\n    Went on to the hall in time for the Junior meeting. Most touching\n    time. The children knew and loved little Nellie. When after the\n    Company Lesson, [Footnote: Sunday School Bible Lesson.] I spoke\n    to them of her beautiful life, they all cried, and we had a little\n    dedication meeting, giving ourselves to God to live like Nellie,\n    and claiming His power for help. Afternoon free-and-easy. Hall\n    just on full, but could not keep the meeting on as we had the\n    memorial service.\n\n    A funeral march is a sermon in itself. The indoor meeting was\n    very solemn. Lieutenant read. She is coming on well. What a\n    comfort she is to me. I don't know how I should have got on\n    here if we had not been so united. She is devotion itself.\n\n    The Lord gave us four souls. Two of them, unsaved relations of\n    Nellie's. It seemed the seal of Heaven upon her beautiful life.\n    Oh! there is nothing like seeing souls saved! Said to lieutenant,\n    as we crept home--and we feel we may have the luxury of being\n    tired out on a Sunday night--that next to being an angel, there\n    is no position in the world like being a field captain.\n\nAfter King's Lynn, Captain and Lieutenant Lee were appointed to Great\nYarmouth. Here, an illness broke up the little household. During an\nepidemic of influenza, Kate was laid low, and before she had recovered,\nLucy became ill. But the Chief of the Staff [Footnote: Now General\nBramwell Booth.] was coming to Yarmouth; that was to be a great event.\nLucy had taken the Drill Hall for the occasion, and would not rest until\nshe had completed the arrangements for the campaign. The Chief had\nstirring meetings, with great crowds and many converts, but the captain\nlay at the quarters struggling with pneumonia. To this day Lucy cherishes\nthe memory of The General's visit to her bedside, where he commended her\nvaliant service and prayed that she would be spared to the War. After her\nmother had nursed her through the illness she remained delicate, and in\norder to relieve her from open-air duties and assist in re-establishing\nher health, Headquarters appointed the captain to office work. The small\nfamily did not reunite, Mrs. Lee remaining with Lucy, until years later\nshe was promoted to glory.\n\nThis break was the Lord's way of thrusting Kate forth to take\nresponsibilities of her own. Her health was now fairly robust, and her\nexperience of life much broader. Promoted to the rank of captain, she\nwent to take charge of her first corps, and we have fortunately her own\naccount of her reception. Some years before her promotion to glory,\nduring a rather long period of sick furlough, the General wished Kate to\nprepare reminiscences of her field experience. To speak of herself or her\nwork, was ever the most difficult of orders for Kate to obey, but she\nmeant to try. Amongst her papers was found a single sheet on which she\nhad written headings for a series of reminiscences. A further hunt\ndiscovered two sketches which she had intended for publication\nanonymously. One of these is here given in full:\n\n    THE WRONG CLOTHES.\n\n    The captain was going to take charge of her first corps, and as the\n    train sped along her heart beat faster as each stop brought her\n    nearer her destination. Would anyone be there to meet her? What was\n    the town like?  And the people? Above everything else, what about\n    the lieutenant? These were the thoughts that came racing through her\n    brain as the train dashed along.\n\n    The train slowed down. A porter's voice announced the station, and\n    she looked but of the window for a Salvation welcome, but no\n    friendly face was there. Leaving her baggage, except for her\n    handbag, at the station, she trudged off to find the quarters. There\n    was no welcome there. After securing the key from a neighbour she\n    entered the dwelling. Fortunately, there was sufficient tea in the\n    caddy to make the longed-for cup, and with the lunch that had been\n    forgotten on the exciting journey, she refreshed herself. There was\n    no letter; no news of the lieutenant, and the indifferent neighbour\n    could only say that she had been asked to hold the key until the\n    new captain arrived.\n\n    The time for the meeting drew near, but no Salvationist called, and\n    a feeling of strangeness and loneliness came upon the captain.\n    Falling on her knees, she called upon God to help her. The\n    realization of His Presence, the prospect of having a little corps\n    of her very own, enabled her to smile at her fears, and to sally\n    forth to seek The Army hall. At last it was discovered. Such a tiny\n    place! A small burying ground surrounded it, giving it a dismal\n    appearance. The door was closed, so the captain went and inquired\n    for the key, and was informed that the hall would be opened in time\n    for the meeting. After waiting for some time, a girl appeared, and,\n    in a sullen way, opened the door. 'If only the lieutenant were\n    here,' the captain thought. By 8:30 two lads and a few children had\n    mustered. Her first meeting in her own corps was one of the most\n    difficult she had conducted. There was a strange something, a\n    mysterious atmosphere which she could not understand.\n\n    The last train did not bring the lieutenant, and the captain,\n    committing herself to God, decided she must make the best of the\n    circumstances. She had no desire for supper and went to bed.\n    Awakened next morning by a stream of beautiful sunshine, she\n    realized where she was, and the dreariness and coldness of the\n    past night's experiences returned. 'If only the lieutenant were\n    here,' again she sighed. 'If--but this will not do,' she cried\n    aloud, 'I must not let the first little struggle discourage me.\n    Perhaps I was cold and tired last night, and perhaps the people\n    did not really expect me--or perhaps--! Anyway, I am going to do\n    my very best for God and souls here.' Looking up to her Heavenly\n    Father, she sought strength for the day. She made a scanty\n    breakfast, then set about, righting the quarters. Her box had\n    arrived, and from it she took her knick-knacks; a few cheery\n    texts for the wall, and her beloved books, helped to make the\n    place look homelike. Then she scanned the visitation book, making\n    a plan for the afternoon.\n\n    That first visitation was a trying experience. 'How strange and\n    cold these people seem to be!' There was no answer to her knock\n    from two or three houses. Everybody appeared to be out. At the\n    next house she was sure she heard a sound that indicated that\n    some one was at home, so she knocked with a determination that\n    secured an answer. An upstairs window was thrown open. 'What do\n    you want?' snarled an angry voice. 'Does Mrs. S---- live here?'\n    'Yes, what do you want with her?' 'I'm the new captain, and I've\n    come to see her, is she at home?' 'I'm Mrs. S----, but I'm too\n    busy to come down. Good-day!' The captain turned away, sick at\n    heart, but determined to have another fry. Still, that afternoon\n    was a very disappointing one, and she brought it to a finish with\n    another visit to the station to inquire if there was a likely\n    train that might bring the lieutenant. At night she went alone\n    again to the hall, opened the door, but waited in vain for even\n    the sullen girl and the little children.\n\n    On returning to the quarters, she found a letter awaiting her from\n    the Divisional Commander regretting that the lieutenant was ill,\n    and could not join her for at least a month. 'A month alone in\n    this cold atmosphere!' It seemed an endless age to anticipate, but\n    now she faced the worst, and was determined to fight through to\n    victory.\n\n    Saturday night found her at the open-air stand, waiting and hoping\n    that some one would turn up, when to her relief, she espied a\n    brass instrument glistening in the distance, and she rejoiced to\n    greet her first bandsman. He approached in an indifferent way, but\n    she was becoming more used to the 'cold climate.' When other\n    bandsmen appeared she felt that, in spite of the stiffness, she\n    loved her corps already. She would have been quite happy had the\n    lieutenant been there, but to walk in front of that band without\n    the satisfaction of knowing there was one sister in the rear,\n    _was_ a trial.\n\n    She put her best into the meetings; gave the address that had been\n    prepared with tears and care, but her words seemed to fall flat.\n    The prayer-meeting was hard and no souls came to the mercy-seat. At\n    the end of that first week-end, she exclaimed to a local officer\n    her surprise that no sisters attended the open-air meetings, and\n    that everybody seemed strange. 'Oh, so you don't understand?' he\n    said. 'You have got on the wrong clothes!' 'What do you mean?' the\n    captain inquired. 'Well, we are all disappointed. We wanted men\n    officers. You have got on the wrong clothes.' The captain did not\n    reply, but determined that she would make those soldiers want her\n    before she concluded her stay amongst them. She had a difficult\n    task, the people were clannish, and their prejudice was not easily\n    overcome.\n\n    Her first move was to arrange a social cup of tea. She prepared a\n    dainty little spread, although the funds were low, for she did\n    the baking herself. Every soldier was invited personally, and she\n    felt rewarded when twenty-five out of her fifty soldiers responded.\n    The little venture seemed to break the ice, and this first sign of\n    success was followed by a tea for sisters only, and the\n    disappointed sisters became quite reconciled to their girl captain.\n\n    The long month at last came to an end. With great happiness the\n    captain welcomed her lieutenant. A bright fire was in the grate,\n    the kettle singing on the hob, as over their first cup of tea they\n    rejoiced that love had conquered. In the lieutenant's welcome\n    meeting, the break came, when a number of soldiers reconsecrated\n    themselves to God. On the following Sunday night, the address was\n    cut short by a woman rushing to the penitent-form, followed by\n    several others. The soldiers were stirred, and the fires of love\n    and enthusiasm burnt up the smallness and prejudice. Their cup ran\n    over when they saw a poor drunkard of their town changed by the\n    power of God.\n\n    Prejudice is a difficult thing to overcome. It starves the soul\n    and withholds the blessing of God; but the fire of love can\n    overcome it and enable one to triumph even over the ban of 'wrong\n    clothes.'\n\nAfter commanding three corps, giving to the people of each town her best\nservice, a sharp attack of pneumonia carried Captain Lee away from corps\nwork, and for a time it seemed that a constitutional bronchial weakness,\nnow aggravated, would bring her regular public work to an early\ntermination.\n\nA term in the Naval and Military Department at Headquarters in London\nintroduced Kate to a new sphere of Army service. Hitherto, her vision of\nthe Salvation battlefield had been limited to the particular corps at\nwhich she soldiered or commanded, but contact with men who went to the\nends of the earth and found The Army at almost every port, blessing them\nin soul and body, lifted her horizon until it became world-wide. Kate Lee\nbegan to realize the greatness of the organization to which she belonged.\n\nA breakdown in the Naval and Military Home at Chatham placed Captain Kate\nin charge of that institution, with full responsibility for the catering,\nhouse-keeping, and meetings, and the visitation of ships in the harbour.\nA sister Salvationist writes:--\n\n    When first I saw her at the Naval and Military Home, I was impressed\n    by her innocence, youth, and fragile appearance. For such a girl to\n    bear the responsibility of so large an institution, was a marvel in\n    my eyes. With one or two other comrades I used to accompany her to\n    the ships in the Medway, to sing to the men. When a good crowd had\n    gathered on the deck, Captain Kate would speak to them and invite\n    them to come to The Army Home when they were ashore. The Home was\n    packed out. She conducted bright meetings, and many soldiers and\n    sailors were converted. Despite her youth, the men looked to her as\n    an elder sister; gave into her keeping their bank-books and money,\n    and sought her advice in their difficulties. So greatly did the Home\n    succeed during the captain's stay, that she had the pleasure of\n    seeking for a site on which now stands the Home which does such\n    excellent service in Chatham to-day.\n\nWith health fully restored, the call of the field was insistent, and\nCaptain Lee begged to be allowed to take a corps again. She was appointed\nto Whitstable, Kent, and for the next fourteen years she poured out her\nlife as a ceaseless offering for the souls of the people in town and\ncity, in various parts of the United Kingdom.\n\n\n\n\nV\n\nA CORPS COMMANDER\n\n\n\nA casual view of the work of a Salvation Army field officer might suggest\nthat for such a position few qualities other than enthusiasm and some\nability for public speaking are necessary. Such an idea is as wide of the\nmark as may be.\n\nA field officer of The Army has the honour to be chosen for service\nsimilar to that William Booth undertook when he first turned to the\nunchurched masses of the East End of London. To him is committed the\nspiritual responsibility for the town or part of the town in which he is\nstationed. He is there to preach in the streets to the people who will\nnot go to places of worship, and by every lawful means to compel them to\nhis hall for help at closer range. He is there to visit the sick, to seek\nout the drunkard, to visit the police court, to encourage, and lift, and\nlift again the weak and stumbling. He is there to answer letters from\nanxious parents, to hunt up straying sons and daughters, to rebuke sin;\nin outbreaks of infectious disease and catastrophies to administer\ncomfort and help to the sorrowing and bereaved; to instruct the children;\nto shepherd and inspire the band of Salvationists already attached to his\ncorps; to raise money for the furtherance of The Army work. Indeed,\nnothing which affects the well-being of the populace lies outside the\nsphere of the officer of The Salvation Army.\n\nAll corps are not the same. There is the city corps, with its hundreds of\nsoldiers; an efficient brass band and songster brigade, home league,\nyoung people's work, and various other departments. The business man\nfinds that the hustle, the high rent, floating population and the keen\ncompetition of the city necessitates extraordinary care and daring to\nensure success. The same applies to our officers in charge of city corps.\n\nThere is the sea-side corps, with its thousands of visitors and\n'trippers' whom The Army officer seeks to reach and bless. There is the\nsuburban corps, with its settled residential population. There are corps\nin industrial centres with features peculiar to them; and the village\ncorps, where long distances are covered by the officers in their efforts\nto reach the scattered population. Each corps presents to the field\nofficer special problems as well as special opportunities.\n\nTo be a field officer as near perfection as possible, was the ambition of\nKate Lee's life. In this calling she believed she could best serve God\nand win souls from sin to righteousness. She began as a lieutenant,\nreceiving twelve shillings per week and her furnished quarters, and when\nan adjutant at the height of her success, not only as a soul-winner, but\nas an organizer and manager of unusual ability, who in commercial or\ncivil life could have commanded a large salary, she received a guinea\n(about $5.00 at normal exchange) a week and her quarters. [Footnote:\nThese figures relate to the pre-war scale of allowances.] Kate Lee laid\nup her treasure in heaven.\n\nAs a Corps-Commander, she saw service in every kind of corps. Beginning\namongst the villages, with tiny hall and a handful of people to care for,\nby sheer merit, she rose to command the most important corps in the\nBritish Territory.\n\nShe laid good foundation for a successful career. For the direction of\nfield officers, The Army Founder wrote a book of Orders and Regulations\nknown in The Army as \"The F.O.\" It is a volume of some six hundred pages\npacked from cover to cover with matter as interesting as it is logical\nand practical. Every phase of the officer's life and service is therein\ndealt with. An officer might be located on Easter Island, separated from\nall oversight, and if he consulted his 'F.O.,' and commanded his corps\naccording to its advice and directions, he would surely build The\nSalvation Army in miniature.\n\nSo entirely had Kate Lee assimilated William Booth's spirit and adopted\nhis methods in relation to her work, that she might well have been his\nown daughter. She lived the 'F.O.' in relation to her own soul, her\nlieutenant, her soldiers, every section of her corps; to the backsliders,\nto the great masses of the ungodly, to the civic authorities, to the\nchurches, to her comrades and superior officers. And she succeeded\nwonderfully.\n\nAdjutant Lee set to work in a methodical, practical way. On taking charge\nof a corps, she first consulted \"The Soldiers' Roll\" in order to\nascertain the size and condition of her charge as a fighting force; next\nshe examined the cashbooks in order to find out her financial\nresponsibilities. Lastly she took steps to gain an accurate idea of the\ncondition of the town, morally and spiritually.\n\nSays the treasurer of one of her corps:--\n\n    Soon after she arrived here she gave me a list of questions,\n    including, 'How many saloons in the town? How many houses of\n    ill fame? How many places of worship? What proportion of people\n    go to church? When she compared these figures with the population\n    she was able to estimate the grip of evil on the town, and the\n    efforts made by the people of God to combat it. She reckoned all\n    the godless people of the town were her concern, and laid her plans\n    accordingly. She called upon the police, the civic authorities, and\n    the ministers, intimating that she was there for the good of the city,\n    and asked to be allowed to co-operate with them. It was not long\n    before the governing people realized that an uncommon force for\n    righteousness had come among them.\n\nSays another of her local officers, 'Our city had never been so conscious\nof the presence of The Salvation Army as a regenerating force in its\nmidst, as during her stay.'\n\nHer ministering spirit played like a flame upon every section of the\ncorps until the whole organization pulsated with life. Every evening of\nthe week the citadel was ablaze with light and humming with activity, the\nsoldiers unwilling to stay away one night for fear of missing a good\nthing.\n\nIn order to promote a spirit of prayer in a corps, the Adjutant's plan\nwas to form a prayer league. She chose the most spiritual amongst her\nsoldiers and adherents, and pledged them to spend a portion of each day\nin prayer for an outpouring of the Spirit of God upon the corps and town.\nThese comrades became a great strength in the battles for souls which\ndeveloped. At some of her corps a few of these comrades remained in a\nroom praying during the whole of the service on Sunday night; and when\nthe prayer meeting began, they quietly made their way to either side of\nthe penitent-form; their earnest pleading for the unsaved having much to\ndo with the victories gained. Others were formed into a \"Fishing\nBrigade.\" [Footnote: Salvationists selected to speak personally with\nthose likely to be brought to decision for Christ.] These were posted\nabout the hall, and, at a given signal in the prayer meeting, moved\namongst the unsaved and urged them to decision.\n\nSoldier-making was Adjutant Lee's object. A full penitent-form meant\nlittle to her unless the kneeling penitents became fighters for God. To\nthis end she visited, and 'nursed' and trained and commanded--and with\ngood results. But while she had a keen eye for the new recruit, she\nmourned and battled for the deserters. She had taken to her heart the Old\nGeneral's counsel on this score, part of which reads:--\n\n    The Field Officer must watch against heart backsliding. When soldiers\n    drop off from knee-drill; when they are not found in the ranks in bad\n    weather; when they no longer remain to the prayer meetings; when they\n    come only now and then to the week-night services; and when they\n    cease to testify as frequently, heartily, and definitely as in former\n    days, the F.O. should conclude there is something wrong; decay has\n    commenced. He should deal with such at once, and give them no rest.\n\n    No officer should refuse to seek the restoration of a backslider\n    because of the disgrace he has brought upon the corps by his falling\n    into old ways; old habits of drunkenness or uncleanness, fighting or\n    thieving, or any other vulgar form of sin. The F.O. should consider\n    the shame of the man himself, if he is permanently left to rot in\n    the ditch of corruption, and the sorrows that burden the heart of\n    His Master, for one for whom He has given His precious Blood.\n\nHeart backsliders or open backsliders were all the same to her--deserters\nto be followed down and brought back to loyal service. One tells that he\nhad been away from the fight for six years. She heard of him by a casual\nremark one comrade made to another, got his address and surprised his\nhome by a visit.\n\n'After that,' says this comrade, 'she slipped into our house for a few\nminutes every day until she won us back to God and The Army. Sometimes\nshe might not even sit down; just kneel a moment and pray with us. At\nother times she merely put her head round the door and smiled; said, \"God\nbless you,\" and was gone. Her loving interest broke us down, and we\nhungered to get back into the fight.'\n\nAnother comrade had fought so successful a fight that the devil thought\nit worth while to centre his heavy guns upon him; he was so smashed\nspiritually that he seemed past mending. But not to Kate Lee's faith. She\nprayed over him, believed for him, refused to give up his soul as lost\nuntil at length he again began to hope in God for deliverance. He was\nfully restored and became a devoted bandmaster.\n\nSome backsliders who withstood her pleadings in life were brought home by\nher death. 'The last time I saw her,' said an old man with broken voice,\n'she held an open-air service in our street, came into my house, wept\nover me and prayed for me. I used to serve under her. When she died----.'\nHe is fighting the good fight now as in his best days.\n\nThe bandsmen of The Army are a remarkable body of men. They are all\nconverted, many from lives of desperate sin. Others have grown up in The\nArmy; almost all have learned what they know of music in the ranks.\nTwenty years ago, the latter remark might have been received with a\nsmile. Not so to-day, for while the object of Salvation Army music is the\nsame as when it was first admitted as an auxiliary in our efforts to\nattract the unsaved, it has passed from the crudeness of its beginnings\nto a high standard of excellence. The bands of The Salvation Army now\nrank amongst the best in the world, and are an appreciated institution in\nmost towns and villages. The bandsmen, who find their own uniforms and\nreceive neither fee nor reward for their services, devote much of their\nleisure to Salvation Army service. They carry the message of salvation by\nmusic and song into city streets and slums, into the lanes of the\ncountry; to hospitals and asylums, and, besides, lead the singing in The\nArmy citadels.\n\nAs might be expected amongst a body of clean-living, energetic men, there\nare occasions when matters of contention arise which require careful\nhandling. More than once Kate Lee 'scented' trouble in her bands and\nresorted to a night of prayer, as a preparation for dealing with the\nproblem. She would come from her little sanctuary, clothed with such\nmeekness, tact, and strength that never once did she fail to stem the\ndifficulty and to hold the men to the highest ideals of Salvationism.\n\nIf a whole band were affected, she saw the men one by one before she met\nthem together. At one corps where the inclination to worldly amusement\nthreatened serious loss, the Adjutant held a meeting which lasted until\nmidnight. Lovingly, faithfully, firmly, she reminded the men of the high\npurposes of The Salvation Army, the condition of the world in relation to\nGod, the spiritual danger of mixing with the ungodly in their amusement.\nQuietly, the men viewed the matter in the light of eternity and made\ntheir choice. It was according to the Adjutant's standards. Not, as she\nwas careful to explain, because they were hers as the commanding officer,\nbut because they were standards of The Army, based upon the changeless\nprinciples of the Kingdom that is not of this world. She found, as many\nanother servant of God has found, that, 'Strongly-formed purposes can be\nchanged and men's hearts influenced by prayer alone, and that surrenders\nmade and principles accepted at such a time make for the permanent change\nof character.'\n\nThe wives of Salvation Army bandsmen make their sacrifices. Sunday is\nseldom a rest-day for Salvationists. Bandsmen are required to be present\nat six engagements, three out-door and three in. Their wives see to the\nchildren and the meals and send their husbands to their God-given\nlabours. They were not forgotten by the Adjutant. She took a delight in\npreparing a pretty tea for them at her quarters, and inviting them to a\nlittle party all of their own. Serving them herself, she spent an evening\nof music and song amongst them, speaking words in appreciation and\ngratitude of their unselfish service, and making them feel that their\npart in the War was well worth while.\n\nThere are few rich people in The Salvation Army. Soldiers and adherents\nare trained to give according to their ability towards the upkeep of\ntheir respective corps; but when the best that may be is done in this\ndirection, there is, in most cases, a considerable deficit remaining\nwhich must be met by public contribution.\n\nAs an example of the financial responsibilities which Kate Lee\nsuccessfully discharged, the Brighton Congress Hall might be taken. Here\nthe expenses for the year ran into some four thousand dollars. The\nAdjutant desired to give all her time to 'pulling sinners out of the\nfire.' But there was the rent; the upkeep of a great hall and her\nquarters, fire and lighting, printing, advertising, in addition to the\nmodest allowance for herself and her two lieutenants. To cope with such\nproblems, Kate Lee brought the qualities of prayer and plan. 'A model of\nmethod,' is how her treasurer here describes her. 'She ascertained the\nfull extent of her liabilities, and probable income, and laid plans to\nmeet the obligations with the least possible hindrance to spiritual\neffort.'\n\nShe never allowed lack of money to hinder her in a forward movement.\nGoing to the charge of another large corps, she had decided upon an\nimmediate campaign for souls. But awaiting her was a debt of five hundred\ndollars! However, in her Welcome meeting, she committed herself to the\nspiritual campaign, and enlisted the soldiers' interest. The following\nmorning she received a letter of welcome from her Divisional Commander,\nwho incidentally informed her that the Division was financially in rather\ndifficult circumstances, and that he was looking to her to assist him by\nreducing the debt on the corps as soon as possible. She was seized with\nthe temptation, for a moment, to attack and dispose of the debt at once,\nbut convinced that her first decision to be of God, she committed the\nmoney matter to Him, and began to organize the corps for a revival.\n\nThe month's effort was to include house-to-house visitation, the\n'bombardment' of saloons, and a Sunday Salvation campaign in a theatre.\nHer faith was tried; money was difficult to raise, and as she went\nforward with her plans for soul-winning her liabilities increased. 'The\ntheatre will be a fizzle, and you will have a big deficit there,'\ndiscouraged the Tempter. But Kate would not be moved from her purpose.\nThe special Sunday proved to be a day of victory. At night, two notorious\ncharacters knelt at the penitent-form in addition to a number of\npromising young people. The expenses were met, and the soldiers enthused.\n\nThe following morning, as the Adjutant was seeing a visitor off at the\nrailway station, a gentleman accosted her cheerfully, 'Adjutant, I have\nsome encouraging news for you,' he said. 'A friend of mine was present at\nthe theatre last night, and he was so impressed with what he saw and\nheard that he intends to give you two hundred and fifty dollars!' 'Oh,\npraise the Lord!' responded the Adjutant. When she met her soldiers with\nthe news, and showed them how God was honouring faith and obedience, they\nunited forthwith to wipe out the debt. In came promises of different\namounts. Ten days later the debt had vanished and a glorious work of\nsoul-saving went forward.\n\nKate Lee's lieutenants have lively memories of her methods and enthusiasm\nin conducting the annual Self-Denial Appeals. Says one:--\n\n    The first \"S.-D.\" I was with her, she said to me one morning, 'Now,\n    dear, I must get this all planned out and see my target on paper\n    before I meet the corps. I'm going upstairs, and I don't want to see\n    anyone or be disturbed for anything.' Dinner time came, and I\n    wondered what to do, and thought I had better take her dinner to\n    her. When I appeared at her door with the tray, she laughed heartily\n    with and at me, carried the tray down and we had dinner together.\n    After the scheme was launched she kept in touch with the whole corps,\n    encouraging and holding each up to his or her share in the effort,\n    until it finished successfully.\n\nShe had settled ideas about personal self-denial. Another of her\nlieutenants tells that, during one Self-Denial week, a friend, thinking\nthat the officers might be depriving themselves of nourishing food, left\na basket packed with fresh goodies on the doorstep. The Adjutant smiled,\nsold the goods and the basket, and put the money to the fund.\n\nThe soldiers who fought under Kate Lee revere her memory. Volumes of\ntributes to their love and appreciation of her spirit, her ability and\nservice, could be given.\n\n'What I thought she was when she came to us, I was sure she was when she\nleft.' A testimony from a village comrade all unconscious probably of its\nfull significance!\n\n'Like a specialist she was; always a queue of people waiting to see her\nafter the meetings,' says one of her city hall-keepers. 'What did they\nwant? Spiritual help, guidance, advice, about all manner of things; they\nknew her heart was big enough to take in all the troubles they could\nbring, and they never thought that her body might crack up.'\n\nAnother recalls her love for the Colours, and her loyalty to the\nstandards of her General.\n\n'My, but she loved the Flag! Once the colour-sergeant was away, and it\nwas suggested we should go to the open-air meeting without the Flag. \"Oh,\nno! The General wouldn't like to see the march without the Flag,\" she\nsaid; so a sister carried it.'\n\nThe following sidelights are contributed by a sister soldier of keen\nobservation and sweet spirit. 'When the Adjutant died, I felt I had lost\na dear and close relative, though as a matter of fact I had never caught\nmuch more than glimpses of her. My husband was one of her local officers\nand she frequently came to our home, but she did her business and went,\nnever remaining even for a cup of tea unless it were poured out and she\ncould take it without waiting. The most time I spent with her was once\nwhen she returned to conduct some special services here, and was\nbilletted with us.\n\n'She was too full of her mission to make friends for herself, but\nalthough so busy she did not rush. She never had too many irons in the\nfire to listen to a sorrow; and the few moments she could spare you knew\nwere all your own.' This characteristic is laid away in scores of hearts\nlike a sweet perfume which gives out fragrance every time it is stirred.\n\"She took time, she always took time to listen,\" whispered one of her\nconverts looking into my face with an adoring love in her eyes that was\nalmost anguish. The story of her wonderful deliverance, more full of\nromance and tragedy than any novel, may not appear here for obvious\nreasons.\n\nContinuing this soldier says, 'She seemed to put the work of two lives\ninto one. Such a brisk walk she had! People pulled themselves to\nattention and things began to move faster whenever she came on the scene.\n\"This is quite a feminine little bit\"--I never saw her look into a shop\nwindow! She had not time for even the innocent interests of most good\nwomen.\n\n'She lived in the spirit of the command, \"Be pitiful, be courteous.\" The\ngraciousness of her spirit always reminded me of Christ. She did not seem\nto understand the meaning of sarcasm.\n\n'Her health was very frail. Whilst stationed here, she was often fighting\nbronchitis, but she never spoke of herself. Never even said she was\ntired. There was not a trace of self-pity or self-love about her.'\n\nFrom many sources one hears of this continual fight with and triumph over\nphysical weakness. A woman hall-keeper tells, 'One evening I caught her\ncreeping like an old woman, through the dimly lighted hall, bent almost\ndouble with bronchitis. \"Oh, Adjutant,\" I cried, \"you're ill. You should\ngo home to bed.\" When she knew I had seen her, she steadied herself to\ntake breath, smiled sternly, then waved me off, and presently walked\nbriskly into her converts' meeting.' A lieutenant tells, 'Sometimes in\nthe morning she looked so ill and old, and I would beg of her to let me\ntake her breakfast to bed. But she would laugh and say, \"What's the good\nof giving way to feelings? I'll be all right when I warm up to work.\"\nThough ever a spartan to herself she was always tender in her treatment\nof others.'\n\nThe following extracts from an article by the late Mrs. Colonel Ewens\nappeared in 'The Officer' under the title of 'My Ideal Field Officer.' It\nindicates the high esteem in which Adjutant Lee's Divisional Commanders\nheld her:--\n\n    For some years now, a woman Officer who is still in the field, has\n    been the living embodiment of my 'Ideal Field Officer.'\n\n    I was conducting a Junior meeting at her corps when the bandmaster\n    stepped into a side room for his instrument. I prepared to accompany\n    him to the open-air meeting and casually remarked that the officers\n    had gone on. 'You may trust our captain; I have never known her\n    late,' was the rejoinder.\n\nContinuing he said:--\n\n    I have been in The Army for twenty years, but have never had such\n    an eye-opener in all my experience. I tell you if ever I have felt\n    ashamed of myself and my performances, it has been since this\n    officer came. She's the right woman in the right place, there's no\n    doubt about it. She can 'sit on' a fellow without crushing the life\n    out of him. The whole band is changed. She's just got our chaps,\n    the thirty of them; and she's as true and straight as a die. The\n    beauty of her life and example beats all we have ever had. Makes you\n    feel you must be good whether you will or not.' This was intensely\n    interesting to me, coming as it did so spontaneously from a man not\n    at all in the habit of praising his Officers. After our conversation,\n    I began to study the character and work of that unobtrusive woman.\n\n    I consider her success mainly attributable to her strict adherence\n    to the godly principles which rule her life, and to the careful\n    cultivation of certain useful qualifications which are within the\n    reach of all. Three words sum them up, consecration, concentration,\n    conservation. Every power of her being, every treasure of her heart,\n    every hour of her time is at the service of God and humanity. My\n    'Ideal F.O.' is a God-possessed woman absorbed with a passion for\n    soul-saving which nothing can quench.\n\n    She has so schooled herself that she now possesses the ability to\n    focus every power of mind, body, and soul on the object of the\n    moment, whether it is saving a drunkard, clearing a debt, settling\n    a dispute, or leading a meeting.\n\n    There is complete abandonment but very little wreckage in her work.\n    She conserves her energies in fitness, her soul in tenderness, her\n    people in love, and the interests of The Army in loyalty.\n    Consequently, her work wears well.\n\n    The feature which impressed me most in my F.O. was her faith, her\n    indomitable faith in God, faith for the very worst, faith in the\n    midst of darkness, tireless, persistent, fruitful, wondrous in its\n    effect upon others. She literally accepts no defeat. Her convictions\n    are strong, her brain fertile, and when failure appears imminent,\n    her tactics are changed and seeming defeat turned into victory.\n\n    The shepherd spirit is characteristic of her. Watching and caring\n    for souls seems part of her being. Hence visitation is a joy to her.\n    The bright cheeriness of her manner, and her loving compassionate\n    heart, ensure a welcome everywhere; and whilst she weeps over the\n    wanderer, and spares no pains to win him back, she is inexorable\n    where wrong is concerned. Sin must be confessed and forsaken.\n    Wrong-doing must be righted, reparation must be made.\n\n    More time and prayer are spent by this particular officer on\n    personal dealing than on any other aspect of her work. No wrong\n    thing is ever winked at, be it in the wealthiest or the poorest;\n    in the heart, the habit, or the home. The fierce light of the\n    Judgment is brought to bear so powerfully upon evil that the\n    wrongdoer must either give in to God or give up his profession.\n\n    Her soldiers and people regard their Officer with deep respect and\n    affection. She is as accessible to the youngest child as to the\n    eldest soldier, yet is over familiar with none.\n\n    For her platform she studies much, often alas! far into the night,\n    when she has sent her lieutenants to rest. She is not what is\n    termed a brilliant speaker, but her matter is arresting,\n    convincing, converting.\n\n    To her lieutenants she is a charming companion, a wise leader. In\n    her home she is a model of cleanliness and good management.\n\n    The business side of a woman's work is often, I have heard, the\n    weak point; but as a Commanding Officer my Ideal possesses a large\n    capacity for business and relish for it, to which, as a lieutenant,\n    she was a stranger. She shoulders financial burdens with a loyal\n    courage, and carries them through successfully. Her writing table\n    is the index to her brain, and bears the stamp of order upon it.\n\n    You cannot surprise her with an outstanding liability. She has her\n    hand on everything in a corps in a remarkably short time. The\n    yearly expenditure is calculated, the ordinary resources\n    discovered, special efforts estimated, the deficit boldly faced;\n    then prayer, faith, and extraordinary effort are brought to bear\n    upon meeting it. She runs all her financial efforts on the budget\n    principle.\n\n    On corps organization and oversight, she is equally systematic and\n    comprehensive. You will find the individuality of my Ideal\n    wherever you touch the corps; converts, backsliders, seniors,\n    juniors, young people, home league, boys' band, swimming club,\n    corps cadet, company guards, 'War Crys,' songsters. In fact, there\n    is no activity in the corps over which she does not exert a\n    personal influence and directorship, though far from desiring to\n    do everything herself.\n\n    Her lieutenants share her confidence, and work to the full. She\n    never acts without the co-operation of her locals, where it is at\n    all possible to secure it. She values their judgment, and fully\n    appreciates their toil.\n\n    She has a duty ready for the youngest soldier and convert, and an\n    encouraging word of approval for all.\n\n    Alert to avail herself of every possible means to improve her corps,\n    amenable to reason, correct in her judgment, strong in discipline,\n    humble as a child.\n\nIn the estimation of her two Generals, Kate Lee won a chief place. It was\nan honour that she held dearer than any badge, that once when chosen to\nrepresent the Field Officers to The Founder, the aged white-haired Leader\nstooped and kissed her as a daughter before her comrades.\n\nWrites General Bramwell Booth:--\n\n    It was as a Corps Officer that she shone, excelled, and won her great\n    victories. She showed us afresh, if we only have eyes to see, how\n    great that position may be.\n\n    Christ took hold of her whole being and transformed her. He was\n    united in His Spirit with her strong, loving, dutiful soul. The\n    meekness of Jesus was found in her, side by side with a Divine\n    passion for the lost.\n\n    She was at first one of the most unlikely people to take the place\n    she ultimately took. Timid, retiring, having little confidence in\n    herself, and quite unconscious of possessing any special gifts, she\n    rose up, and did more actual work than is sometimes done by half a\n    dozen of her sister-officers put together. The lost and the ruined\n    and the broken-hearted, the vicious and desperate, and those who are\n    ready to go down to the pit were her special delight. From town to\n    town she went, consorting with them, hunting them up, weeping over\n    them, praying for them, stretching out her hands to them; yes, and\n    sometimes literally pulling them out of the fire.\n\n    It is extraordinary how officers of this type are remembered in\n    different towns by different aspects of their work and character.\n    In one town it is one thing, in another town it is another. It was\n    so with Kate Lee. In one place she is spoken of as the great\n    befriender of the broken and outcast. In another as 'the one who\n    helped us when we were starving.' In another as one of the few\n    decent people who were ever seen during the midnight hours in the\n    dark places. In another as making the open-air marches radiate\n    light and music and Salvation. In another as being like a spiritual\n    dredger, dragging the very gutters for lost souls.\n\n    And yet in all she would never speak of what she had done if she\n    could help it. She was one of those who could say with Paul, '_I\n    laboured more abundantly than they all; yet not I, but the grace of\n    God which was with me_.'\n\n\n\n\nVI\n\nSPECIAL EFFORTS\n\n\n\nCertain enterprising business firms find it worth while to pay large\nsalaries to servants whose sole duty it is to think out fresh ideas, the\nworking of which will bring success to their house. Kate Lee's mind was\nconsecrated to get out of it every idea possible for the success of her\ncampaigns. She had no leisure to devote exclusively to planning, but\nmorn, noon, and night, while about her other work, walking here,\npedalling her bicycle there, her eyes were wide open and her mind alert\nas she devised methods by which she might attract the ungodly to listen\nto her message, which, if obeyed by all, would turn this earth into a\nParadise.\n\nNothing vexed her more than for the Lord's people to be content to make\nshift with poor tools and conditions in His service, while the devil's\nagents aim at getting the best to be had. Her patience was sorely tried\nwhen Salvationists thought their well-equipped hall too good for\ndrunkards' raids, and none the less when soldiers considered any poor\nshop good enough for the Army hall.\n\nWhen she took charge of Hythe, the corps fought its battles in a\nmiserable little barn known as 'The Tar-Tub,' located in a back lane. How\ncould she hope to get crowds of people into that place? She simply would\nnot suffer the indignity. There was land to be had, money in the place,\nand sympathy. A proper hall there must be! She secured the ground, and\nthe season being summer, she hired a large tent and erected it on the\nvacant spot. Then she organized a campaign with features to attract not\nonly the townspeople but summer visitors. Night after night the tent was\ncrowded. Meanwhile, she stirred the town in raising funds for the\nerection of the hall, and before long the necessary proportion of money\nwas in hand. The tent was replaced by building materials and Hythe turned\nout for the block-laying, an event which by this time had become of\npublic interest.\n\nFarewell orders came before the citadel was opened, but Kate Lee was\nalways ready to cheerfully drop a work she had set going and take up the\nnext thing.\n\n\nAt Ashford she was ashamed of the miscellaneous collection of band\ninstruments. A special effort enabled her to leave there a band with a\nset of plated instruments. At Sunderland, hard by the hall, a tavern\nboasted a brilliant front light. The devil should not lure men to\ndestruction with a brighter light than that by which she showed the way\nto Heaven! Soon, therefore, a competing light blazed before the citadel.\nThe entrance to 'Norland Castle, The Army's hall at Shepherd's Bush,\nLondon, was a miserable affair. Two sets of narrow steps led to two\ndoors. It was a considerable scheme to clear the whole front, erect a\nflight of solid concrete steps and replace the brick wall by an iron\nrailing, but she saw it through.\n\nAt this corps she installed a new lighting apparatus, at that laid\nlinoleum in the aisles, at another curtains to reduce the size of the\nhall for week-night meetings. Always some improvement. She loved to build\na new penitent-form, which ran the whole width of the platform--with\nsuitable carpet in front of it from end to end--and above it, in gold\nletters, some such message as, 'At the Cross there's room.' She greatly\nrejoiced on the night that one such mercy-seat was thrown open, for a\ngreat sinner bedewed it with tears as he confessed his sins to God, and\nrose up, a new creature, to fight a good fight in that corps. But what\nwas the good of a decent hall, clean, well lighted and warm, if the\npeople remained outside? Get the people she must, and having got them\nonce, she would make them want to come again. Go where you will, at the\nmention of her 'special efforts' there is a visible stirring amongst her\nerstwhile soldiers. It is amusing to watch different types of people as\nthey prepare to describe her demonstrations. A villager shakes his head,\nlooks solemn, clears his throat, and begins, 'Never seed the like of her\nand her ways!' The eyes of keen business men contract and smile; then\nthey remark, half apologetically for their enthusiasm, 'Really, they were\nwonderful affairs. The Adjutant was quite a marvel in the conception of a\nbig thing and the ability to carry it out.' As for the general rank and\nfile, they bubble and burst with joyful acclamation at the recollection\nof red letter days in Salvation festivity.\n\nThe Adjutant turned to account every holy day and holiday. She laid\nherself out to make Christmas a joy-day for the lonely and poor. At\nNorland Castle, for instance, she provided dinner for some two hundred\nold people of the district. The afternoon was devoted to a children's\nparty, the old people being allowed to remain as delighted spectators of\nthe children's games and fun. For the night meeting the platform was\ndecorated, the lights lowered, and a living representation showed the\nshepherds feeding their flocks at Bethlehem, and the angel choir\nproclaiming 'Peace on earth and goodwill to men.' By song, music,\nrecitation, and appeal, the Adjutant made the Christmas message ring\nclear, and she closed the day pointing souls made tender by human\nloving-kindness, to the Prince of Peace.\n\nHarvest Festival was, perhaps, her chief demonstration of the year. She\nused this occasion to impress The Army upon the whole town. The largest\nhall available was taken--such as at Coventry, the Drill Hall holding\nfive thousand people. A long report from the local paper describes the\nappearance of this building converted into a rural scene. There was a\nfarmhouse large enough for habitation, a windmill in motion, and a\nrealistic farmyard containing sheep, pigs, rabbits, ducks, and fowls. A\nsower sowed the seed; there was standing corn. This was reaped, and the\ngrain thrashed, ground, and baked on the spot. All manner of farm\nimplements were on view, and great collections of fruit, vegetables, and\nflowers.\n\nSpectacular processions considerably helped these demonstrations. One\nnight, the corps turned out representing a great harvest home with a\nwagon of hay, and the soldiers attired as farm labourers, carrying forks,\nrakes, and sickles, Chinese lanterns on sticks, and transparent signs.\nAnother night the Adjutant had as many as seven lorries carrying\nrepresentations of different phases of Army work.\n\nWherever these harvest festivals were held, the town was stirred; and\nthousands of people attended the meetings. They were convinced of the\npossibility of joy in religion, and also, they were brought face to face\nwith eternal truths. They saw the way of Salvation in object lesson; the\nBread of Life contrasted with the husks of the world; listened to an\ninterpretation of the Parable of the Sower; were reminded that\n'Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap'; in the story of Ruth\nrecognized the wisdom of choosing Christ rather than the world, and also\nthe beauty of unselfish service. Many were brought to consider the work\nof the reaper, Death, and to seek Salvation.\n\nSuch a demonstration entailed, as might be expected, an enormous amount\nof work, but the Adjutant's skill in enlisting co-workers and enthusing\nthem with her own desire, succeeded in making them toil till midnight\nwith delight. A master carpenter recalls, 'Before the festival she had me\nthere, working every night for a week'; a master baker, that he carted\nflour and utensils to the hall, where his staff, in full bake-house\nregalia, made bread and baked it on the spot.\n\nThe Adjutant delighted to bring The Army's missionary work before the\npeople. At several corps she converted her hall into an Indian village,\nthe soldiers into Oriental villagers and invited missionary officers to\nexplain our work amongst the peoples of the East. One of her city\ntreasurers recalls the cleverness by which she engineered her plans, and\ngot all that was needed for such a demonstration.\n\n'Passing the shop of a taxidermist, the Adjutant noticed a fine stuffed\ntiger in the window. Turning into the shop, she asked to see the owner,\nand told him what was in her mind. Could he advise her? He was\ninterested, very. He had several Indian jungle animals, which he would\ngladly lend. And he knew people who had fine Indian sceneries; he would\nspeak to them and to others who had Indian costumes.\n\n'The plan materialized surprisingly. She had the village, with the\ninevitable well; the women, with their water-pots, and the children\nplaying about. The jungle adjoining was eerie with wild animals. There\nwere tea-gardens with palms, an exhibition of Indian wares, and the\nsoldiers of the corps moved about as Indian villagers.\n\n'It was a most extraordinary affair. The campaign was well announced, and\nfor three days the hall was packed. The missionary officers spoke, and\nour work in the East became a wonderful thing not only in the eyes of our\nown people, young and old, but of the outsiders as well. Fresh people\nheard the message of Salvation, and the heavy corps debt was cleared.'\n\nFor Bank Holidays the Adjutant provided counter attractions for her\nlively young people and converts, that they might feel no temptation\ntowards the pleasures of the world, arranging a pleasant corps gathering\nin the afternoon and a tea at night.\n\nSharing the old General's belief that it is right to consecrate the gifts\nof sinners to the service of Christ's Kingdom, she roped in strange\nhelpers. Perhaps the most extraordinary thing she did in this way was\nconnected with the erection of a band rotunda for a Bank Holiday 'go.'\nInspired with the idea that barrels would serve the purpose, she hied her\nto the brewery and interviewed the manager. A few days later, there was\nthe unusual sight of a brewer's dray drawing into the yard of the\nSalvation Army citadel and discharging a load of hogsheads. These were\nrolled into position, covered with red cloth, and on them, the\nbandsmen--many of them delivered from the curse of the beer--mounted\nand played music for the deliverance of others. But Kate Lee never bowed\nto the world in order to receive its favours. The brewer knew full well\nthat this gentle woman was an avowed enemy of his trade; but she was not\nhis enemy, for she cared for his soul as for those of all sinners.\n\nAdjutant Lee never allowed efforts that might be called secular to\ninterfere with the spiritual work of her corps. To her they were as\nspiritual as any other effort. We are told of her calling her chief local\nofficers together on one occasion to discuss some special corps\nliability. 'She told us of her intention to run an Indian Exhibition,\nlaid the plans before us, and then prayed. That census meeting was turned\ninto one of the most powerful prayer meetings I can remember. The\nlieutenant told me afterwards that the Adjutant had spent the previous\nnight in prayer about this effort.'\n\nAt another corps she borrowed several firemen's helmets to be used in the\nSunday's meetings, presumably to draw attention to sin as a fire, a\ndestroyer. She impressed upon the brothers who were to wear the helmets,\nthat unless the effort were made earnestly, it would be a farce. The men\nso entered into her spirit that they remained at the hall after the\nafternoon meeting in fasting and prayer, so that the message might go\nforth at night with power.\n\nAt Coventry she was faced with an unusual difficulty. The hall was\naltogether too small to receive the crowds that swept down with the band\nfrom the Sunday night open-air service. For people to wish to attend an\nArmy meeting and to be turned away was unthinkable to Kate Lee. She must\nsecure a larger hall. But how? In Coventry every theatre and\npicture-palace was in full swing Sundays as well as week-days. The only\nhall available for the winter months was the Public Baths, and this was\nrequired for many purposes.\n\n'The committee can't let you have it,' she was told. 'Well, God can, and\nI will pray,' she replied. The treasurer remembers how she spent the time\nin prayer while the committee met to discuss The Army's request. To the\nsurprise of many, the Baths were leased to The Army for Sunday evenings\nduring the winter. The experiment proved a success as far as reaching the\npeople went, but the expenses were heavy. All but two days of the last\nthree months had expired, and the Adjutant had not got the money in hand\nto meet the rent bill. She had often lifted her heart to God about the\nmatter, but as the days for settling the account drew near, she gave\nherself up to definite prayer. The lieutenant tells us that while\nactually on her knees, praying, a letter containing a note for ten pounds\n(fifty dollars) was pushed through the letter-box.\n\nAt many a corps the Adjutant conducted midnight raids for drunkards with\ngreat success. Amongst her papers was found the description, which she\nhad prepared at The General's request, of one of these raids, but wished\nit to be published anonymously.\n\n\n'I am afraid it is a mistake to have a midnight raid here,' nervously\nsuggested a soldier of a popular corps of ----, a sunny seaside resort,\nthat was patronized by a good class of visitor, and a 'better class'\ncongregation attended The Army hall.\n\nThe Adjutant believed in the doctrine of her beloved Founder, and had\nsaid to her soldiers, 'We must go for souls, and go for the worst;' but\nthe idea of filling the beautiful hall with drunken scallywags horrified\nnot a few of the respectable Salvationists. Nevertheless, the need was\npleaded, the interest of the band enlisted; a notorious character, saved\nfrom a life of sin, was coming from another corps to give his story; a\nstartling bill inviting all to come, drunk or sober; a livener provided\nfree, was well distributed by a band of scouts who had caught the spirit\nof the effort. Drunkards were visited and invited to the meeting. The\nband was ready to start, and the Captain prayed God's help as they went\nout to seek the lost.\n\nEven in that fashionable resort were to be found haunts of sin and\nmisery. Slumdom was stirred that midnight as the cheery music peeled\nforth; the boozer laid down his glass and rushed to the door of the\nsaloon to see what could be happening at such an hour. As he rolled out\non to the sidewalk, he found his arms entwined in that of one of the\nscouts who followed the march and mingled with the crowd. The soldiers\nforgot their fear, their souls stirred in the glory of a desperate attack\nupon sin, and even the bandsmen as they played their instruments, were\nobserved arming sundry drunks along to the hall. What a motley crew was\ngathered in! One to thrill the heart of every true Salvationist; just the\npeople that The Army exists to save. Five or six hundred men and women\ndrawn from the saloon, brought under the influence of the Gospel, even\nfor one hour, is an achievement not to be despised.\n\nWhat could one do with such a crowd in all stages of intoxication? some\nmight query. Picture the scene. A livener, a cup of coffee and cake, is\nsupplied. Music and song peal forth to drown drunken brawls. Presently\nthere is a lull, the men are becoming sobered and are called to\nattention. A sister sings sweetly of mother and God. The name of an\nex-drunkard is mentioned, and the crowd cheers as he stands forth to\ntestify. He tells how drink cursed his life, and how God has changed him.\nA hush steals over the meeting as the Adjutant rises with God's Word in\nhand, and calls for reverence if only for seven minutes! A great giant of\na man, standing up, waves his heavy first and declares, 'I'll fling out\nthe first man that speaks; listen to the Captain!' How they listened! Now\nthere is a move, a man is pushing his way through his mates; he throws\nhimself at the penitent-form and crys, 'O God, make me like Bill!' He had\nlooked upon his old mate; listened to his testimony, and realized the\nwonderful change, a living miracle! He did not understand; the meaning of\nconversion was as foreign to him as to a heathen, but he wanted that\nsomething to happen to him that had happened to his mate Bill.\n\nNot all of those twelve or fifteen drunkards who knelt at the\npenitent-form were really converted. Some found Christ. They were changed\non the spot; they knelt down dazed with drink, and got up sober, praising\nGod. The others merely took a step in the right direction. Some one has\nsaid that we are born with our backs to God, and our faces towards sin.\nComing to the penitent-form, to some of those men, meant a turning of the\nback on the old life of sin and drink. They were too dazed with drink to\nunderstand more than, a longing after something better; but that longing\nwas cherished; the man was followed to his home, watched over when the\nold craving came upon him, and taught how to seek and find God.\n\nIn a little room at the hall, a crowd of converts met week by week. The A\nB C of Salvation was explained to them; again and again the weak and\nignorant were taught to pray and seek until the light of God dawned upon\nthe darkened mind.\n\n'How we loved our Muvver's meetings,' exclaimed an ex-criminal to a\nlistener, who smiled at the new kind of Mother's meetings. He valued the\nwords of his spiritual mother, and this converts' meeting was to him the\nmeeting of the week.\n\nEagerly the soldiers looked forward to the next midnight raid. How\nrewarded they felt as they looked upon some of the converts won during\nthe first raid, donned in cap or bonnet, leading their mates to God.\n\n\n'Adjutant Lee must have worked you very hard,' I remarked to the old\nkeeper of the Congress Hall, Brighton. 'The hall must have been very\ndirty after a drunkards' raid, and when it did not finish till one\no'clock, how did you get ready for Sunday's meetings?' The sweet spirited\nold man smiled and replied, 'The hall did get dirty, and it did take some\ntime to sweep up the sawdust and make things fresh for knee-drill, but I\njust went on till it was finished. Yes, I got tired. But no, I never\ngrudged the work, thank God. I was _glad_ to help the Adjutant,\nbless her! in my little way. To keep the hall in order, and to go on the\ndoor humouring the rowdy ones, not keeping anyone out, that was my work\nfor the Adjutant, and I rejoiced to do it. And she was very thoughtful.\nWhen, after big demonstrations, the hall wanted extra cleaning, she would\norganize a scrubbing brigade of about twenty brothers and sisters, who\nwould bring their own buckets and brushes, and she led them herself.'\n\nNot content with directing extraordinary campaigns, there were special\npersonal efforts which Kate Lee made to get in touch with the people. One\nof these was Saturday night visitation of the saloons. After the\nmeeting--with her lieutenant or, at corps where there were suitable\nhelpers, having sent the lieutenant home to get to bed early in\npreparation for the heavy strain of Sunday--until closing hours, she\nsought the souls of the drunkards.\n\nA white-haired veteran soldier, himself a liberated drink-slave, tells of\nthe Adjutant's saloon visitation:--\n\n    I knew the run of these places from sad experience, and asked her,\n    the first time we set out, 'Where shall we go, Adjutant: to the\n    respectable, or the rough?' 'The rough,' she replied. She would sing\n    to the men, then kneel on those dirty floors and pray for the poor\n    drunkards, and she would put in a word too, for the owner and his\n    wife, asking the Lord to help them to find a better job. She could\n    get in almost anywhere the first time round; after that she generally\n    had to keep to the bar. The owners recognized in her a power against\n    the trade. Sometimes men would be rude to her, but she smiled on as\n    though she had not heard a rough remark.\n\n    We would go from place to place till half-past twelve. When the\n    houses were emptying the men were quarrelsome, and we encountered\n    many a fight. She had no fear at all; would go right into a fight\n    and stop it. After that midnight work, she would be at knee-drill\n    next morning and often passed me a little note giving the name and\n    address of some drunkard she had got in conversation with and wanted\n    me to follow up.\n\nThe old man's eyes smiled, and he looked far away with an expression of\nwonder and reverence which I have noticed in many a faithful armour-bearer\nof Kate Lee, as they recalled her fight.\n\nColonel Stanley Ewens, at one time Kate Lee's Divisional Commander, felt\nthat this Saturday night work was too taxing for her frail body, and\nsuggested that she entrust it to others. The Colonel says:--\n\n    I found that I had touched a vital spot. The Adjutant replied, 'You\n    must please allow me to continue this work; some of my best trophies\n    have been won for God as a result of my Saturday night visitations.\n    It gives me an opportunity of getting to know the very worst sinners\n    and following them up in their homes.' This was better understood\n    when the following incident was told me concerning a convert in this\n    very town. A desperate character was met by the Adjutant every\n    Saturday night in the same bar. She offered 'The War Cry' as a means\n    to get into conversation with him, and finding out where he lived,\n    asked permission to visit him. One morning at 5:30, whilst washing\n    himself in preparation for his work, he heard some one knocking at\n    the door. It was the Adjutant and her lieutenant who had called to\n    see him and his wife. 'Come in, sisters,' the man said as he opened\n    the door. It was a wretched home. The officers sat on boxes. The\n    drunkard's wife asked in a friendly way if they would have a cup of\n    tea, and replying in the affirmative, were served with strong tea,\n    in galley-pots. It was only a short visit, but it left its mark for\n    eternity. This man and his wife were induced to attend the meetings\n    and led to the Saviour.\n\nOne means to attract crowds to her halls, which she had used with success\nat many corps, was to dress in rags, and march at the head of the band.\nAmongst her people this recollection is spoken of with a kind of awe.\n\n    'To think that that lovely, pure woman should soil her face, pull\n    her hair about, put on dirty torn clothes, broken boots, and make\n    herself appear a sister of shame!\n\n    She asked me to keep her company; and, really, I did not like to\n    walk down the street with her,' says a sister local officer of one\n    corps.\n\n    Arriving at the hall the Adjutant would lead the meeting, still in\n    her ignominious garb, and preach about sin; how it blighted and\n    defiled the lives of millions of men and women; how it made life\n    here wretched, and would land the soul in hell hereafter; then she\n    would tell of the remedy, the glorious Salvation of Jesus.\n\nAn officer writes that she was a little girl of eleven when the Adjutant\ndressed in rags at her corps. The effect upon her mind was to make her\nhate sin with such a horror, that right then and there she determined to\ngive her life to seek sinners.\n\nBut some of the Adjutant's soldiers could not see past the shame of their\nbeautiful officer, thus making a spectacle of herself. 'It made me cry to\nlook at her,' said one sergeant-major.\n\n'It fair upset me; I told her never to do that again; I could not abear\nto see it,' confessed another.\n\nThe Adjutant carried out her part with apparently unconscious calm, and\nit never occurred to these worthies that their officer thus made herself\nof 'no reputation' at great personal cost.\n\nThe Brighton Congress Hall holds three thousand people. How to break in\nupon that city, catch the eye of the crowds, and fill her great building,\ncaused the Adjutant much concern. She tried many means with only partial\nsuccess.\n\n'I feel I should dress in rags again, and I simply cannot do it,' she\nconfided to her lieutenant. For several days she seemed absorbed and\noppressed; then she betook herself to the little attic and shut herself\naway with God. On the evening of the second day she came down calm and\ntriumphant, and the announcement was made that on the following Sunday\nshe would dress in rags.\n\nSunday evening arrived and as she passed down the street to the open-air\nstand, people stared and gave her a wide berth. But the crowds were\ncaptured, and a full penitent-form was the result; no one but her\nlieutenant had any idea of the abnegation her service had cost.\n\nDid Kate Lee never wish to escape from this endless strain upon body and\nsoul? This constant spinning from out of her own heart and mind a web of\nlove in which to capture wandering souls? I cannot find one person to\nwhom she ever gave such an indication. She cast her burden upon the Lord;\nshe drew her strength from hidden streams; she gloried in having a life\nto offer to the Holy War. We are indebted to Ensign Cutts, her last\nlieutenant, for a glimpse of Kate when the doctor ordered her off the\nbattlefield to an operating theatre:--\n\n    A telegram announced her immediate return to her corps to say\n    farewell. I met her at the station; such a pained, disappointed face\n    greeted me, \"O Leff, I feel this is the end of my Field days,\" she\n    exclaimed.\n\n    'But she threw off her sorrow, took farewell of her people, like the\n    leader she was, and together we went to London. That night she spent\n    in prayer, and in the morning she was calm and her face bright. \"I\n    have really got the victory,\" she told me. \"His will be done. If He\n    allows me to return to the fight, that will be glorious. If not, His\n    will is best.\"\n\n\n\n\nVII\n\nTHE MOTHERING HEART\n\n\n\nOne of the joys of Kate Lee's later years was to have with her, from time\nto time, her little namesake niece. Sometimes in the midst of a great\ncampaign the hunger of heart to have a child in the house overcame her,\nand she would prevail upon her brother and his wife to allow Katie to\ncome to her. The fair, timid child had much of her own appearance and\ndisposition, and the Adjutant yearned to train her to take her place in\nthe War. Here and there we get glimpses of her mothering love for the\nlittle one. A comrade officer tells that once boarding a boat travelling\nnorth, she found Adjutant Lee and her little niece were passengers by the\nsame boat; but Kate, having arrived late, had no berth. All berths had\nbeen taken but one, which meant that the child had a bed, but her aunt\nhad not. Immediately the officer placed her berth at the Adjutant's\ndisposal, saying she preferred to sleep on deck. Kate was distressed, she\nwould not accept favours for herself, but for the sake of the timid\nlittle one to whom a sea journey was a new experience, she was grateful\nfor her comrade's thoughtfulness.\n\n    'I am sure,' says her comrade,' that I slept better than she did.\n    She came up at midnight to see if I were comfortable, and at dawn I\n    was awakened by a gentle face bending over me and the words, \"Have\n    you taken _no_ hurt by sleeping here? I am so distressed to have\n    taken your bed.\" The Adjutant's appreciation of any service rendered\n    her was so sincere that it more than compensated for any\n    inconvenience incurred in serving her. We were only a few hours on\n    the boat, but the Adjutant's gracious spirit and pure, refined face\n    made many of the passengers inquire, \"Who is that beautiful woman?\"'\n\nA little maid, whom the Adjutant engaged to help her in the house at one\ncorps, tells how she trained her to care for little Katie. She was\nintensely anxious concerning the little one's health, and careful that\nthe maid should speak gently and correctly, that she might be safely\nimitated.\n\n\nFor the sake of the lost, Kate Lee voluntarily laid aside her own hopes\nof marriage and motherhood. Detached and in a sense lofty in her walk\namongst her comrades, still there were those who had coveted her as a\ncontinual comrade in the war, and had made their plea. Once she almost\nyielded, but pity for the unsaved prevailed over the most human\ninclinations of a woman's heart. She was not sure that she would be as\nfree to seek and win souls if she married. Her lover waited in hope for\nyears, but Kate Lee became increasingly certain that it was God's will\nfor her to remain as she was. This matter once settled, she felt in a\nvery sacred way,\n\n  Chosen for His holy pleasure,\n  Sealed to be His special treasure.\n\nIt was indeed a rash individual who trespassed upon the privacy of that\nconsecration, and dared to rally the Adjutant on the subject of marriage.\nUpon such a one she turned eyes in which there was neither anger nor\namusement, but which regarded the trespasser in silence until he felt\nlike a clumsy boy, who, unaware, had stumbled into the presence of a\nqueen. Then, to relieve his embarrassment, in perfect sweetness the\nAdjutant changed the subject.\n\nThe fountain of love and tenderness that might have blessed husband and\nchildren, was not sealed, else it had turned bitter. It flowed without\nrestraint and increased as it flowed, until it became a river, carrying\nlife and refreshment to thousands.\n\n'Aye, she was more to me than my own mother.' said a North-Country woman,\nwho, in the rush of industrial life, had missed a certain tender touch\nuntil she met Adjutant Lee.\n\n'Never nobody mothered me like her,' declared a grey-headed man saved\nfrom great depths, whose tottering steps she taught to walk the way to\nHeaven steadily.\n\nIt is the lower type of mother-love that limits itself in affection and\ncare for her own offspring alone; true mother-love takes to its heart all\nyoung and weak and wayward creatures. In this Kate Lee showed the true\nspirit of motherhood. Her own converts she nursed tenderly and guarded\nwith unremitting care; but none the less the converts, the weak souls,\nand the young people she found at any corps upon taking charge.\n\nA prominent local officer tells with gratitude how she helped him in the\ndays of his spiritual infancy. His conversation illustrates,\nincidentally, the wonderful influence of the Holy Spirit upon the human\nheart, independent of any human agency except prayer.\n\nWilliam Bailey, unutterably wretched in mind, dark and sinful in soul,\nstood on the curb of a London street, and longed for some power that\nwould change him and make him decent and happy. At the same moment The\nArmy march swept past and the thought stole into his mind, 'If a man\njoins The Salvation Army, he becomes clean in mind, and talk, and\naction.' He went to his bachelor rooms, knelt down, and prayed to be made\nlike a Salvationist. He felt changed on the spot. The craving for strong\ndrink and desire to gamble or swear was clean swept out of him.\n\nThe following night he went to The Army Hall. Adjutant Lee was being\nwelcomed as commanding officer. During the prayer meeting she went down\namongst the congregation and spoke to this man. 'Are you saved, my\nfriend?' she asked. 'I believe I am, but I want to join The Army,' he\nreplied. He was totally ignorant regarding religion, and this gentle\nwoman adopted this newborn soul, and from that night nursed him to\nspiritual manhood.\n\nBailey was a reservist--and a few weeks after his conversion his pay was\ndue. Pay-day had always meant a spree, and Bailey was afraid. 'What shall\nI do, Adjutant?' he asked. 'Go to the office in an Army cap and jersey,'\nshe replied. Obediently he went to headquarters on Saturday and brought\nhome these articles of uniform. He put them on, and many a strong man\nwill understand the cold shivers that Bailey felt when he got into the\nstreet. He wanted to go to the \"open-air\" by back ways, but that would\nnot please the Adjutant. Manfully he started down the main street, and\npresently came face to face with an old service comrade, hilariously the\nworse for drink. The sight of Bill Bailey in the uniform of another Army\nwas too much for the merry 'drunk.' He made straight for his old mate,\nembraced him, exchanged hats, and arm in arm they marched to the open-air\nmeeting. Taking in the situation at a glance, the Adjutant beamingly\ngreeted the queer couple. 'Here's my friend, Bill Bailey. He will give\nhis testimony in his new jersey,' she announced; and Bailey was committed\nto his first open-air witness for Christ. On Monday, with his uniform as\nhis safeguard, he drew his pay, and not one of his mates suggested a\ndrink.\n\nThe Adjutant next suggested that Bailey did not wear _proper_\nuniform. Tan boots and light trousers didn't _really_ go with the\nred shirt. Of course not. Bailey would be a real soldier; he ordered a\nregulation Army suit. The convert went steadily forward. He married an\nArmy sister, and has a happy home. He has filled the position of young\npeople's worker, bandsman, assistant sergeant-major, and is now assistant\ntreasurer.\n\n'It's through her I am what I am. Ignorant, rough man I was, with the\nmerest flicker of spiritual life; but she cared for my soul, and was so\npatiently loving that she led me to know God.' Bailey was afflicted with\na stammer when he was converted. Of this, he says, 'She talked to me so\ncalm and quiet. \"Go slow, now,\" she'd say, \"Count.\" She would insist upon\nmy giving my testimony, and if she saw I was going to be fairly stuck,\nshe'd shout. \"Glory! Hallelujah!\" and beam on me with that lovely smile\nof hers; and by that time I'd got my next word.'\n\nThe first baby words were not sweeter to mother ears than the first\ntestimony of Adjutant Lee's converts to her. One drunkard, so great a\nterror to his town that even the magistrate confessed that he used to\ncross the street rather than meet him, had been wonderfully delivered\nfrom sin. When called upon to give his first testimony, he said, 'I fank\nGod He's kept me this day wifout drink. I fank God He's kept me this day\nwifout smoking. I fank God He's kept me this day wifout swearing\novermuch.' Marvellous change! The Adjutant beamed upon him, rejoiced over\nhim, and the following night had further cause for gladness, when he\ndeclared, 'I fank God He's kept me from swearing altogever.'\n\nA woman soldier's face quivers with emotion yet smiles as she tells:--\n\n    I was rather a problem when Adjutant Lee came to our corps. Mother\n    died when I was fourteen, and I was left to bring up four brothers.\n    You may be sure I had to hold my own with them, and I became\n    obstinate and had a flippant manner which covered many a better\n    feeling. I was a great trial to the lieutenant, who had no patience\n    with my nonsense, but the Adjutant was never cross with me. One\n    night, after a meeting, she took my arm and led me off for a walk.\n    We walked miles. She talked to me about my flippant ways and sharp\n    tongue. Said I did things that were not worthy of me; told me that\n    I should be my real self, and not put on foolish airs. I stood that,\n    though feeling bad; but then she cried, and said I would break her\n    heart if I did not change.\n\nHere was the mother-touch the starved, warped spirit was needing. After\nthat, the graces of gentleness and sweetness began to appear.\n\nThere was nothing that concerned her people's well-being that Kate Lee\nregarded as outside of her province. A certain sergeant-major, who had\nreached middle life and was still single, was reported to have become\nengaged to be married, and not to a Salvationist. This man was a\nwonderful trophy of grace. One of a family of fourteen, all drinking\npeople, after he was converted it was six years before he was able to go\nto his home in his uniform. Often to escape the godless ways and\ncontentions indoors, he had gone into the stable where he could pray in\npeace, and slept with his horses. But things were not so difficult now,\nand all the town respected the Army sergeant-major. The Adjutant knew\nthat many a soul who has climbed with safety a rough up-hill path has\nslipped on a smooth dead level, and that many a man has fallen from grace\nthrough choosing a wrong wife. Somewhat anxiously she interviewed her\nlocal officer. 'You needn't be afeared for me, Adjutant. I prayed and\nwaited until the right person came my way,' declared the sergeant-major.\n\nThen the Adjutant sought the bride-elect. Gentle probing discovered a\ntrue Christian, and after a heart-to-heart talk, the Adjutant left her\nwith an enlarged vision of her responsibility regarding the soul of the\nhusband-to-be. Mrs. Sergeant-Major of to-day, a wise little woman, with a\nheart of gold, tells how she summed everything up and felt it to be her\nduty, as now it is her joy, to share to the fullest extent her husband's\nwork.\n\nOver young people of strong impulses and unformed judgments Kate Lee\nexerted a remarkable influence. A bandmaster tells of her patience and\ntact with his obstinate ways in days long gone by. She felt there was\ngood under the headstrong nature, and never met his 'pig-headedness' with\nharsh dealing, but taxed herself to make a reasoned appeal to the best\nthat was in him. It was the mother hand upon the lad, and its influence\nis with the man to-day.\n\nAt one corps a gang of factory lads endeavoured to annoy the officers by\nhammering at the quarters' door and running away. The Adjutant sought\nthem out, and one by one they were converted. They became energetic\nsoldiers. At Brighton corps there were at that time about fifty young\nwomen in the Young People's Legion. They were an undisciplined, rather\nunlovely lot. In her work for them, the Adjutant had the co-operation of\na godly comrade who was entirely of her leader's spirit. Her home became\nan unofficial receiving and training home for these girls when they fell\non difficult ways. 'Could you possibly manage to do with her, poor child?\nNo mother, no encouragement nor help! How can we expect her to do well\ntill we get her fairly on her feet?' the Adjutant would plead. And the\ngood woman would open her home again and again.\n\nMany a girl, having received such help is saved to-day, doing well in a\nsituation, or happily married. Should one be having an unhappy time at\nhome, the Adjutant visited her people. Sometimes she discovered hardness\nof heart and cruelty wrecking the young life; sometimes fault on both\nsides. Then she acted as mediator and healer of the breach. She taught\nthe girls to make and mend their clothes; when ill, she got them to a\nhospital. Always she made them feel she loved them and believed for them\nto be good. Her work amongst these girls would not have been unworthy of\na sole responsibility, but it was one of her least noticed efforts at\nthat corps.\n\nSays a soldier saved from terrible sin:--\n\n    She was just like a mother. I would go and ask her advice when I had\n    done anything wrong. She never scolded me, but would look serious\n    and say, 'Well, you know you ought not to have done that.' And\n    somehow, in a minute, I could see what I ought to have done, and\n    would promise to try to do better. How could you help getting on\n    when all the while she was smiling on you, giving you some work to\n    do, and believing you to be good.\n\nHer mothering love for souls sharpened her really wonderful faculty for\nremembering faces. Years after she had left a corps, if she met a comrade\nor friend, her face would light with recognition, and she would greet the\nperson by name. The pleasure this afforded is mentioned all over the\ncountry.\n\nMotherlike, she could not bear to feel that at night the door was shut\nupon any wandering child, and her sergeant-majors tell, 'No poor fellow\nwho came to the penitent-form went without a bed. She kept bed tickets\nfor emergencies. She might give away a good number to people who did not\ndeserve help, but she would rather do that than fail one who did.'\n\n'It's because of all she taught me, and the nice way she taught me, that\nI have been able to take such good places,' says a little maid, with\nquivering lips and shining eyes.\n\nOne motherless girl followed her from corps to corps for years, taking a\nsituation in the town where she was stationed so that she might catch her\nsmile now and again, and hear a few words of mother love.  Married\nwomen's eyes fill with tears as they recall her tenderness in sorrow and\nher wisdom in difficulties. How she took a poor little widow, distracted\nby sudden bereavement, and nursed and soothed her. How 'she stayed up\nall night with me when my sister died.' How 'she buried my mother and was\nso kind I can never forget her.' How 'she helped me to nurse sonny, when\nno one else dared come near.'\n\nWomen old enough to be her mother felt the pleasure of childhood when the\nAdjutant, revisiting an old corps and finding them doing the same\nfaithful work as during her term, would beam upon them and remark,' Still\nat it, you dears!'\n\n'She got me the job I've been in this fourteen years,' says an\nex-drunkard. 'I had worked my way along after I was saved; then I heard of\na good job becoming vacant, and I asked her if she would mind saying a word\nfor me. She was up and away before breakfast next morning, interviewed\nthe manager, and got me the job. Like a mother she said, with her nice\nsmile, \"Now, don't you let me down!\" And I haven't.'\n\nKate Lee oozed motherliness-that love that is capable, wise, patient,\ntender-the love that never fails!\n\nOne of the sweetest fruits in her spiritual children is that after she\nhad left them they continued to perform the services she loved. One man,\nsaved from nameless sins, slow to speech, and clouded in intellect, would\nspend his money on Testaments, and 'War Crys,' and walk miles to visit\ngipsy camps to read and pray with these wanderers, and other isolated\npeople. He knew that 'mother,' as this middle-aged man always called the\nAdjutant, would be pleased.\n\nWhen Kate Lee received farewell orders from a corps, she suffered as a\nmother does in leaving her family. Her eyes hungered as they rested upon\nthe men and women whom, with great travail of spirit, she had brought\ninto the Kingdom of Grace. She had striven to teach them the ways of\nlife, but they were not strong, and temptations were many. Laying hold of\ngodly comrades of the corps, she would plead with them to continue to\ncare for these children in the Lord, after she had left them.\n\nAnd her heart often wandered back. She knew that no voice sounded to them\njust as hers did. There were, perhaps, thirty or forty trophies of grace,\nwho now and again received a letter of encouragement in her swift,\nlegible handwriting. Just a few words fresh as the dew, bright as the\nsunshine, with her voice ringing in them, pointing these souls, uplifted\nfrom the depths, to God, and holding them up to the standards she had\nraised.\n\n\nWhen, during the war, the men of England were scattered over the world's\nbattlefields, no mother suffered more anxiety for her sons than did Kate\nLee for her sons in the Gospel. Separated, as many of them were, from\nArmy meetings and helpful influences, and surrounded by sin and\ntemptation, her letters came like angel messages. No one knows how many\nshe kept in touch with, but from unlikely sources up and down the\ncountry, one hears, 'she was the only one who wrote to me.'\n\nFor the 'Twice Born Men' she felt a special solicitude. To the 'Criminal'\nat the front in France, she wrote every week, sending him 'The War Cry,'\nand occasionally a parcel. An early one contained an Army jersey. 'Wear\nit, Joe, and always live up to it,' she had written. He wore it till it\ndropped to pieces, and then cut out the crest and brought it home. One\ncan understand how her thoughtful love helped that trophy of grace, when,\ncoming half-frozen out of the trenches, he refused the hot tea he craved\nfor, because it contained rum.\n\nFor the 'Copper Basher,' away at the Dardanelles, separated from every\nSalvation Army comrade, she prayed especially. She wrote him regularly.\nOnce, motherlike, she inquired if there were anything he would like her\nto send him. Tommy is a contented soul; the only thing he could think of\nwas a luminous watch. Kate Lee managed to send him one, and as in the\ndarkness of night the shining figures spoke to Tommy, so Kate Lee's faith\nand love made the Saviour's face to shine for him in the darkest hour.\nShe rejoiced exceedingly that not only did Tommy refuse to sin, but that\nhe let his light shine before his buddies. In the evenings when they\nwould be drinking, swearing, and singing wild songs, Tommy would bring\nout his Bible to read his portion before 'turning in.' Sometimes, small\nmen jeered at the man, who, before conversion, they might well have\nfeared; another time they would say, 'Old Tommy'll read to us to-night.'\nHe would read aloud and pray, then 'turning in' would say, 'Good-night,\nchaps. Now Tommy'll go to sleep.' And he was left in peace.\n\n\nThe Memorial Service of Kate Lee was being conducted at one of the great\ncorps the Adjutant had commanded, and one of her trophies was called upon\nto give his testimony. The man stood upon the platform, from whence he\nhad heard his spiritual mother invite him to Jesus. It all came back, his\nsinfulness and misery; her winsomeness; her wonderful faith; her\npatience; her rejoicing through all the years since his conversion. He\ncould not speak. The man stood and wept; his tears the greatest tribute\nhe could pay to the woman who had mothered his soul to God.\n\nWhen days are no more, and the things of this life are judged, one thinks\nto see a radiant spirit before the Throne of God, surrounded by a band of\nBlood-washed ones, and to hear Kate Lee say, with joy, to her Lord, 'The\nchildren whom Thou gavest me.'\n\n\nIn nothing did her motherliness show itself more beautifully than in the\npatient love that refused to abandon the most hopeless objects of her\nefforts, even though they shamed her and caused her sore distress. The\nlove of many a parent for a prodigal child is quenched when son or\ndaughter brings shame upon the family. But Kate Lee's love was deeper and\nstronger than shame. One comrade tells of her, that finding one of her\nconverts backslidden, and drinking in a public-house, she sat beside him\nwhile he drank of the cup of his destruction, then took him home.\n\nA lieutenant speaks of a criminal whose soul Kate Lee wrestled for; after\ngiving good promise, he broke into sin again and got into jail. She went\nto meet him at the gates upon his discharge, and brought him home to\nbreakfast. He gave her his prison loaf; and she kept that loaf of\nbread--that slight evidence of gratitude--for quite a long time.\n\nBut--for our encouragement be it recorded--she did not always succeed in\ndelivering the prey from the terrible. One notorious sinner, the terror\nof a certain city, she tried hard to win, but without success. Meeting\nhim one day in the principal street, she took him into a restaurant and\nordered dinner for two. The landlord called her aside, and inquired\nanxiously if she knew the character of her companion. 'Oh, yes,' she\nreplied; 'one of my friends whom I am hoping to help.' Another time she\nmet this man in the street, mad drunk. A sister-soldier was with her;\nKate took the man's arms, piloted him to the sister's home; had a great\npot of tea prepared, and made him drink cup after cup in quick\nsuccession. He wanted to fight, to smash the furniture; but she soothed\nhim, and saved him from the lock-up. This man steadied considerably, but\nwould not entirely renounce his sin. He still drinks; but when he meets\nKate Lee's old friends, he speaks about that 'heavenly woman,' and\ndeclares he'll meet her in Heaven.\n\nOnly one instance can I discover when the Adjutant gave expression to the\nleast discouragement concerning weak, wobbling converts. This was when\nshe remarked to a beloved comrade who helped her to wrestle for the most\nhopeless, 'Shall we ever get to an end of it? Oh, that the Lord would\ntake them Home!'\n\n\n\n\nVIII\n\nA BREAK TO CANADA\n\n\n\nArmy Officers verily believe in the aphorism that change of work is as\ngood as a rest. When heavy campaigning at one corps had over-wearied\nAdjutant Lee, and it was suggested that she might conduct a party of\nemigrants to Canada, she hailed the opportunity with the joy of a child.\nTo cross the ocean; to see something of the great Dominion; passing over\nthousands of miles of prairie, mountain, and river, and coming in touch\nwith the throbbing cities of that great country, and all the while to be\nabout her Master's business, was pure delight in prospect.\n\nCaptain Winifred Leal, who was at that time engaged in the Emigration\nDepartment, and had to do with the party which was committed to Adjutant\nLee's charge, furnishes some reminiscences of the impression which she\nmade upon herself, and also upon the officers of the boat upon which the\nparty sailed. She writes:--\n\n\nAt that time these parties were crossing the Atlantic weekly, and\nsometimes three times a week. In advance of each sailing, full\nparticulars were mailed to The Salvation Army officers who were\nresponsible for meeting the boat at the port of landing, and also to The\nSalvation Army officers at the various centres throughout the Dominion,\nat which individual settlers were to arrive for distribution in outlying\ndistricts. Thus, no responsibility with regard to placing the newcomers\nupon arrival rested with the conductor, whose work it was to be spiritual\nadviser and friend to each member and unifier of the party as a whole,\nduring the voyage. Whilst crossing the bridge that spans the distance\nbetween the known and unknown, hearts are tender. The mind, too, takes\nstock of the failures, mistakes, and successes of the past; fresh\nresolutions are made. It is a time propitious for the re-birth of souls.\nThe Angel Adjutant said she felt it to be so.\n\nHer party was an interesting one: wives and children joining husbands and\nfathers, who had set sail, with The Army's help, some months previously;\nsingle women and widows going to domestic service; parents whose married\nchildren in the Dominion offered them a home with them; and not the least\ninteresting, a party of Scotch boys, aged from fourteen to seventeen.\n(These boys were orphans. In Edinburgh and Glasgow they had started to\nearn their living in the streets. Under The Army's wing they were now to\nbe placed on Canadian farms.)\n\nIt fell to me to introduce Adjutant Lee to the members of her party, and\nher sympathy went out to each one of them. The Adjutant was undoubtedly\nnervous of her powers, when embarking upon an enterprise so new as this,\nand she asked if I could not accompany the sailing from Glasgow to\nLiverpool. A period of about twenty-four hours, as near as I can\nremember, was involved in the interval of embarking at Glasgow and\nsetting sail from Liverpool. This was arranged, and three vivid\nimpressions of this remarkable woman, whom I had not met previously,\nremain with me.\n\nThe first sitting of third-class passengers were seated around the table\nin the dining-room for their substantial meal, special tables having been\nallocated to the hundred or more members of the party under Salvation\nArmy guidance. Adjutant Lee, who was standing by the tables, managed in a\nnatural manner, and without any preliminary fuss to get the entire party\non to their feet, singing,\n\n  We thank Thee, Lord, for this our food,\n  But more because of Jesus' blood;\n  Let manna to our souls be given,\n  The Bread of Life sent down from Heaven.\n\nFew, if any, of the party were Salvationists, but the singing was hearty,\nstewards and stewardesses looking on approvingly.\n\nDuring the evening the Adjutant appeared in her bonnet, with her\nconcertina, on the third-class upper deck. She began to play an appealing\nSalvation Army song. Several hundred passengers gathered round and\nsettled into a singsong. Before long this drifted most naturally--or\nrather, was ably piloted--into a pulsing meeting with the accompaniment\nof testimony, a solo from a young man, and an earnest, direct appeal to\nseek Salvation from the leader of ceremonies, who now seemed not so much\ncompletely at home as entirely oblivious of herself. Her eyes travelled\nsearchingly from face to face, and all listened eagerly.\n\nThird and second-class accommodation being fully booked up, the steamship\ncompany found it most convenient to give the Adjutant a berth in the\nfirst class. When the bugle sounded at seven o'clock for dinner, we were\nin the midst of an argument. The Adjutant declared that she must go to\ndinner in her bonnet; she must at once show who and what she was. I\nreplied that if she so chose, she could have breakfast, lunch, and tea,\nin her bonnet, but that it would be much better to appear at dinner\ninconspicuously bareheaded. My argument prevailed, though she declared\nshe would be much more comfortable in the beloved bonnet. At the close of\ndinner the passengers at our table presented the Adjutant with their\nchoice buttonholes, so that she was able at once to take a bouquet of\nroses and carnations to her third-class passengers. I left the ship next\nmorning at Liverpool, feeling that it would have been interesting to have\naccompanied the Adjutant throughout the journey.\n\nAbout a year later I happened to cross on the _Hesperian_ in charge\nof a party. Many Salvation Army conductors had crossed and re-crossed in\nthat vessel since the journey of Adjutant Lee, but from the ship's\nofficials, chief stewards and stewardesses, one name was mentioned\npersistently to me. There were many inquiries as to when Adjutant Lee was\nlikely to cross again.\n\nThe effect of her influence upon the party actually under her care must\nhave been very blessed. I was not privileged to see anything further of\nthat. But amongst those who dwelt in the deep on that ship, it was\napparent that her coming had left a streak of Salvation love and light.\n\nLanding at Quebec, the Adjutant proceeded to Winnipeg with her party. A\nprivate tourist car was provided, and the train journey occupied four\ndays and nights, and carried the party through wonderful scenery.\n\nDelivering her charges, her work completed, the Adjutant gave herself up\nto a week or two of pure enjoyment. She was entertained at The Army Lodge\nfor young women immigrants in Winnipeg, and from this base, visited all\nThe Army institutions in the city. She was specially interested in the\njuvenile court attached to the detention home for young offenders, a\ngovernment institution officered by The Salvation Army.\n\nThe splendid Grace Maternity Hospital was another centre of Army work\nwhich delighted the English visitor. Over the border into the United\nStates went Kate Lee, and in Chicago saw The Army at work in the\nself-same way as elsewhere.\n\nA Sunday evening visit to the prison court cells was a memorable\nexperience. Standing where she and her companions could command several\ncells, they were able to speak to the prisoners who awaited trial next\nday. Some of the listeners were white, others coloured. Several of them\nin the private conversations which followed, expressed a desire for\nSalvation. One woman, whose curse had been drink, knelt with tears, and\nsought deliverance, as the Adjutant pointed her to God.\n\nBack in Canada, the Adjutant plunged into a programme of meetings and the\nvisitation of Army institutions and the prisons. Her fame as a specialist\nin dealing with criminals gave her an entrance and a welcome to Canadian\njails. She visited the Dovercourt Prison, and conducted a meeting with\ntwo hundred long-sentence prisoners. She told of men she had known to be\ndelivered from desperate sin, when in penitence they cried to God; and at\nthe conclusion twenty men raised their hands as an evidence of their\ndesire, then and there to seek Salvation. The Governor of the\nshort-sentence prisoners sent the Adjutant an invitation, and she held two\nmeetings at the prison with the women and with the men the day she was\nleaving the city. Kate Lee was struck with the Canadian prison system,\nand the evident aim of the whole treatment to uplift those under\ndetention, and give them a chance of better things. She longed that the\nfree opportunity for Army officers to help the prisoners might be\nextended to her own country.\n\nA visit to Niagara was included in 'the time of her life,' as she\ndescribed her overseas trip to her sister. Niagara, that mighty\nmanifestation of natural force with its limitless possibilities in the\nservice of man, when captured and controlled, impressed her deeply, for\nin her jottings book are found some vigorous notes on the harnessing of\nNiagara. Still, it was on the souls saved in the prisons that she dwelt\nas her special delight.\n\n\n\n\nIX\n\nIN THE HOMES OF THE PEOPLE\n\n\n\nKate Lee's local officers speak of her in relation to that particular\nsection of the corps to which they were attached during her stay amongst\nthem, and laugh as they recall how hard she worked them. The treasurers\nand secretaries tell of her cleverness in financial affairs. The\nsergeant-majors chuckle and still marvel over her capacity for work and\ngetting others to work; the bandsmen are enthusiastic over her ability to\nmanage them; the ward sergeants of her working of the ward system; the\nrecruiting sergeants over her care for the converts; the publication\nsergeants over her interest in the papers and magazines; the young\npeople's workers remember with gratitude her love for the coming Army.\n\nBut there is one work which all local officers and also the soldiers\nunite in recalling with wonder and warm appreciation--her visitation. To\nget amongst the people in their homes, to share in their joys and\nsorrows, to understand something of their sins! This, Kate Lee believed\nwas the key to their souls. Like the Apostles she visited 'from house to\nhouse.'\n\nTo make this possible, with the many other claims of her commands, her\nlife was subjected to stern discipline and governed by method. She rose\nat seven, breakfasted at eight; an hour was devoted to prayer and study,\nan hour to business, and by ten o'clock, she and her lieutenant left the\nhouse to visit. It would have been a mutual pleasure for the officers to\nhave gone together, but as one lieutenant tells us, 'The Adjutant said,\n\"We must sacrifice our feelings, dear, in order to cover more ground.\"'\nSo both went separate ways, the lieutenant returning to the quarters at\ntwelve o'clock to have dinner ready by one. After dinner, they set out\nagain, visiting until six o'clock, and even then, visiting was not\nentirely ruled out. Whenever a call came or a need arose, Kate Lee\nresponded and when wrestling for a soul she took no account of time.\n\nLieut.-Colonel Thomas says:--\n\n    Some years ago I visited Adjutant Lee's corps to conduct a campaign.\n    We had just finished the Saturday night's meeting when a little\n    woman pushing a perambulator with two children in it, ran into the\n    hall, asking for the Adjutant. Her husband was at home in delirium\n    tremens, threatening terrible things. The Adjutant went back with\n    her, soothed the poor madman, got him to bed, and sat with him\n    until the early morning. Soon afterwards that man was soundly\n    converted, and is to-day an Army bandsman, while the elder child\n    who was wheeled in the perambulator, is a corps cadet.\n\nStories abound of her early morning visits to pray with converts before\nthey faced the world. To catch the factory hands at Reading she would be\nat their home by six o'clock. To earlier workers she has called as early\nas half-past five.\n\nA ship-owner in Sunderland had read of the Angel Adjutant, and afterwards\nattended her meetings. He was not impressed by her conversational powers\nnor her platform gifts, and often questioned in his mind where the secret\nof her influence upon desperate characters could be. One Monday morning,\nhe had cause to go to his office early, and tells how he met Adjutant Lee\nin the street. 'Out so early, and on a Monday morning, Adjutant?' he\nremarked pleasantly. 'I would have thought you needed rest after your\nheavy Sunday.' The Adjutant smiled, and hesitated. The gentleman\ncontinued, 'May I ask why are you out so early?' She replied, 'Well, last\nnight we had two remarkable cases seeking Salvation, and when ungodly men\nare broken up and come to the penitent-form, that is only the\ncommencement of the work. I have been down to these men's homes to pray\nwith them and see them safely into the works.' Says this friend, 'Then I\nunderstood the secret of her power. It was the same love that took Christ\nto the Cross to save sinners, working in this woman to the same end. I no\nlonger wondered at her success.'\n\n\nBrigadier Southall, of Canada, relates an incident connected with a\nSunday's meetings, which he conducted at one of the Adjutant's corps,\nwhich illustrates her midnight visitation.\n\n    Having heard something of her work, I looked forward to the day with\n    anticipation. We had good crowds, and there were a few seekers at\n    night, but no thrilling incident occurred during the day. However,\n    after Sunday night's meeting a young man who had come to the\n    penitent-form, hesitated about leaving the hall. When Adjutant Lee\n    spoke to him, he told her he was afraid to go to his home, from which\n    he had been absent some time. He confessed to having robbed his parents\n    on two previous occasions, and his father had told him never to come\n    back again. The Adjutant determined to accompany him home. Arriving\n    there she knocked, and in reply a voice from an upstairs window\n    inquired her business. She explained that she had come upon an\n    important matter, to which the reply came that as the family had\n    retired, would she not indicate her business without bringing them\n    downstairs? She replied that she must speak with them quietly. She\n    kept the young fellow out of sight when the door was opened a few\n    inches.\n\n    By tactful moves, Kate Lee got into the hall, and told of the son's\n    confession and his desire to live a new life. This produced a storm\n    of protest. They could not trust him any more. The Adjutant pressed\n    upon the mother the precious quality of forgiveness, and the\n    necessity of exercising it if we would desire the love of God\n    extended to us. She gained her way. At about two o'clock in the\n    morning, the whole family professed to accept the mercy of God, and\n    the erring boy was received again into the home.\n\nOne of the Adjutant's special visitations was to the police station on\nSaturday night. Her friends the police were glad to see her, and\nwillingly allowed her to interview the detained prisoners, with whom she\nprayed and left a copy of 'The War Cry,' for Sunday's reading. At least\none soul was led to God by this means.\n\n'When she got her sleep, I do not know,' says a faithful armour-bearer at\none corps.\n\nFrom her various corps come stories of her sick visiting. Here, a child\nat the gates of death; there a bedridden old man, whose room she tidied\nand breakfast she prepared. Again, a drunken woman, whose body she nursed\nto health, while she brought her soul to the Great Physician. An outside\nfriend tells that once entering a barber's shop he found the topic of\nconversation to be The Salvation Army, which was coming in for a\ndrubbing. 'Wait a minute,' broke in a rough workman; 'You don't say a\nword against The Salvation Army while I'm about. This Adjutant Lee is a\ndear soul. We were in an awful hole at our place. Missis and the\nyoungsters all ill at the same time, and this Adjutant heard about us;\ndidn't know a thing of us except we were in need, and she came in and\nnursed them all well.'\n\nFor her soldiers who were in health, spiritually and physically, the\nAdjutant had little time to spare; none for tea-drinking and social\ncalls. She expected her soldiers to practise self-denial as she did. One\nsoldier, feeling rather deprived on this account said, 'Must I go on the\nbooze to get a little of your attention?' Searching her face carefully,\nthe Adjutant replied, 'You are all right, my dear; you must spare me for\nthose who need me.'\n\nShe expected to be guided to souls who needed help, and was, as the\nfollowing incident shows.\n\nTwo local officers moved, with their family, from a distant corps to\nLondon where they had undertaken heavy business responsibilities. The\nwife was tired and anxious, and felt that now they had slipped out of a\ncorps where they had seemed indispensable, it would be better for them to\nremain undiscovered. She had, in fact, decided to withdraw from the\nfight. When visiting, the Adjutant stumbled upon them, muddled and tired,\nas they sat amongst their packing cases. Her radiant face and gracious\nspirit soon drew out of the little woman the confession she had meant to\nhide. 'When I came in,' says the husband, 'there was the Adjutant sitting\non one of the boxes chatting so happily, she had mother feeling she was\nneeded as much as ever, and simply _must_ be in the fight. She came\njust at the right moment, and we have never looked back again; that is\nmore than ten years ago.'\n\nThe Adjutant, in order to get about quickly, used a bicycle. One of her\nlocal officers says, 'She almost lived on her wheel, and when she heard\nof the motor attachment she wrote and asked me to inquire about one for\nher so that she might go faster.'\n\nA comrade tells that when Kate Lee was stationed in the country, she went\none day to see her, unexpectedly. 'I met her carrying a large basket, and\non inquiry found that it contained the proverbial loaves and fishes,\nwhich she was taking to one of her converts who was out of work. She made\nsure that the family had their dinner, then started the husband off to\nsell the fish.'\n\nAmongst the sinners in those terrible places, where respectable people\nand officers of the law are unsafe, the Adjutant's figure and face were\nmost familiar. When after her death, Kate Lee's photo appeared in 'The\nWar Cry,' the call came from many of these haunts, 'Get me that Angel's\npicture, we want it down here.' She won some of her gems in those\nquarters. From one locality she persuaded three women to go to one of our\nHomes and none returned to their evil ways.\n\nHer visitation was often discouraging. A lieutenant tells that the\nAdjutant spent much time and effort upon a man and his wife who were very\nwicked and in wretched circumstances. They lived in apartments. The\nAdjutant visited them persistently, but they seemed to become more and\nmore hardened in sin, and she did not have the joy of seeing them\nconverted. She grieved much and was tempted to wonder whether the time\nspent had been wasted. One day she was asked to visit a man in the room\nnext to that occupied by this couple. He told the Adjutant that he had\nlooked forward to her visits next door, and always placed his ear near to\nthe wall so as to hear her pray. Through her prayers he had sought and\nfound salvation.\n\nDr. Carse, of Sunderland, says:--\n\n    I met Kate Lee in all kinds of houses, and at all hours of the day\n    and of the night, and she was always on the one mission--seeking\n    souls. One morning, at half-past two, I was coming out of one of\n    the worst slums in Sunderland, and met the Adjutant and her\n    lieutenant. They were radiant. The Adjutant had gone to settle a\n    family brawl; had reconciled husband and wife, got them converted,\n    and broken their whisky bottles in the gutter. I met her also in\n    the houses of the rich, and they would have kept her there, but\n    she never stayed after she had finished her Master's business.\n\nBut Kate did not attempt to encompass the fruitful work of visitation\nmerely with her lieutenant's assistance; she organized a band of visitors\nat her corps, generally godly, married women, who were timid of public\nservice. They met at the hall one or two afternoons each week, and went\ntwo and two to certain districts. The Adjutant and her lieutenant\ninitiated these comrades into the way of getting into the homes of the\npeople. At an appointed hour they returned to the hall and reported any\nspecial case of sickness or sorrow to the officers, who followed it up.\nThis method was a great feeder to the corps meetings, and provided an\noutlet for the awakened spiritual energies of some Salvationists who\nhitherto had been soldiers in name only.\n\nShe hungered for souls, she sought them everywhere. One morning, scanning\nthe daily paper to see if there were some call for help in its pages, she\nnoticed the case of a man awaiting trial for a serious offence. She\nremarked to her lieutenant, 'I must try to help that man.' Straightway\nshe prayed, then wrote the governor of the jail asking permission to\nvisit the prisoner. This was granted, but the Adjutant was not allowed to\nsee him alone. She was conducted to a triple cage; a warder occupied one\ncompartment; the prisoner another; Kate Lee the third. As she gazed at\nthe man through the bars, to introduce herself to him, and so to\nestablish friendly contact and to reach his soul, seemed impossible. She\nspoke to him for a considerable time and prayed, but the face before her\nwas like a sphinx, and he did not answer a word. Kate Lee came away from\nthe prison with a sad heart, feeling that she had accomplished nothing.\n\nAt the trial, the man was convicted and sentenced to fifteen years'\nimprisonment. The Adjutant continued to pray for the convict, and at\nlast, to her great joy, she received a letter from him. The prisoner told\nher that on returning to his cell, he had thought over all she had said\nto him; not only had conviction of sin come to his soul, but hope. He had\nasked God to forgive the past and to give him a new heart. God had\nanswered his prayer. Good conduct shortened the criminal's sentence, and\nKate Lee saw him discharged, placed him in the care of The Army, and\nafter a term at the Land Colony at Hadleigh, in Essex, he was restored to\nhis friends. Until the end of her life, this man corresponded with the\nAdjutant, whom he always addressed as 'Dear Mother.'\n\nIf staying for a night at a house, the Adjutant endeavoured to leave some\nblessing behind her, and the Spirit of God, resting upon quite\ncommonplace words and actions, made them beautiful and blessed to the\nreceivers. One woman writes, 'She billeted with me when my husband and\nson were soldiering. It was such a cheer to have her presence in the\nhome. She wrote in a book for me her name, and \"Be true to the Flag.\" I\ntreasure this very much.'\n\nIn another and different kind of home where she was the guest for a\nnight, the daughter of the house, a bright, talented girl, given up to\nworldliness, accompanied the Adjutant to her room to make sure that all\nher needs were supplied. They fell into conversation about spiritual\nmatters and talked on till the small morning hours, then knelt in prayer,\nand the girl gave herself to God. 'She used to call to see us, but try as\nwe would we could never persuade her to rest for even one hour in our\nhome,' writes a girl from another home of comfort.\n\nWith her voice trembling with love and emotion, a woman soldier told me\nthe following incident:--\n\n    When the Adjutant was stationed here, I was living away from home at\n    service, but coming back for a holiday, I found my father ill, and\n    stayed to nurse him. One evening I had a feeling I should bring the\n    Adjutant to him. He was a man who went to no place of worship and\n    made no profession of religion. I went to the officers' quarters,\n    and the lieutenant said that the Adjutant had gone out of town for\n    a meeting; she did not know what time she would return. The feeling\n    that I must get her that night grew on me, and I walked about the\n    streets until I saw her coming home. It was nearly midnight, and I\n    caught sight of her face in the light of a street lamp. She looked\n    like a ghost, so tired and white, and I shouldn't have had the\n    heart to ask her to start out again, but for the strong feeling\n    that had come to me. 'Certainly I will come,' she said brightly.\n    Well, she came and talked to father, told him the way of Salvation,\n    prayed with him, and he prayed, and she left him at peace with God,\n    and happy. An hour after she had gone, he became unconscious and\n    never regained his senses. He died that morning. Just caught his\n    soul in the nick of time, she did. That's the big thing about\n    Adjutant Lee that stands out for mother and me, but I couldn't\n    begin to tell you all the little things she did. _Aye, but she\n    bothered about us, she did_. I never knew the like.\n\nThe year that Kate Lee was born, the artist Dietrich gave to the world a\npicture, which, if not destined to become one of the immortals of\nreligious art, has about it an irresistible charm for the ordinary eye.\nThe Saviour stands with outstretched arms saying, 'Come unto Me, all ye\nthat labour and are heavy laden.' About Him are gathered people\nrepresenting almost every condition of need and woe. The charm lies not\nso much in the central figure as in the adoring love of the sorrowing and\nthe sick for the One who loves them; little children cuddle about His\nrobe in utter contentment; a weary mother with babe at her breast, has\nbrought her sick daughter; husband has carried a crippled wife; a woman\n'that was lost' bends at the Saviour's feet in an agony of repentance; an\naged, blind man is led by his daughter; a maniac, whose tortured soul\nlooks out of haggard eyes, frames a prayer with clasped hands.\n\nWhen in a remote city, I first saw a print of this picture, a line from\nJames Russell Lowell--'His Throne is with the outcast and the\nweak'--seemed its best title. But as I look at it to-day, all the\nsorrowful, needy people who have spoken to me of Kate Lee, seem to gather\naround that picture and I seem to hear the words, 'Aye, but He bothered\nabout us,' and there comes to my heart a realization of the triumph of\nJesus in this servant of His, who grew to be so like her Master. Surely\nthe world is heart-sick for such souls great in compassion,\nself-forgetful, and triumphant in faith as was Kate Lee.\n\n\n\n\nX\n\n'THE ANGEL ADJUTANT'\n\n\n\nKate Lee had been a Salvation Army Field Officer for fifteen years, when\nsuddenly she became famous. In gathering material for the writing of\n'Twice Born Men,' Harold Begbie had been no less impressed by the\nsweetness and wisdom of the woman who had won from sin to righteousness\nseveral of the notable characters with whom the book deals, than he was\nwith the miracle of their conversion. Throughout the book we catch\nglimpses of Kate Lee-her loveliness of character, her guileless wisdom,\nand her strength of purpose-as Mr. Begbie saw her. Vividly describing\nShepherd's Bush, the locality in which the Norland Castle corps operates,\nMr. Begbie pictures the incessant, roaring traffic of the main roads, the\nceaseless procession of humanity on the pavements, the exhibition of\nwealth and extravagance in the shops-almost frightening to those who know\nof the terrible destitution which exists only a stone's throw distant--the\ncrowded street markets of the poor, the shabby residential streets, and\ncontinues:--\n\n    One turns out of the respectable streets where the children are\n    playing cricket, cherry-bobs, hopscotch, hoops, and cards, and\n    suddenly finds himself in streets miserable and evil beyond\n    description.\n\n    These are streets of once decent two-storied villas, now\n    lodging-houses. The very atmosphere is different. One is conscious\n    first of dejection, then of some hideous and abysmal degradation. It\n    is not only the people who make this impression on one's mind, but\n    the houses themselves. Dear God, the very houses seem accursed! The\n    bricks are crusted, and in a dull fashion shiny with grime; the\n    doors, window-frames, and railings are dark with dirt only disturbed\n    by fresh accretions; the flights of steps leading up to the front\n    doors, under their foul porches, are worn, broken, and greasy; the\n    doors and windows in the reeking basements have been smashed up in\n    nearly every case for firewood. Here and there a rod is missing from\n    the iron railings--it has been twisted out and used as a weapon.\n\n    In these streets on a summer evening you find the flight of steps\n    occupied by the lodgers, and the pavements and road-ways swarming\n    with their children. The men are thieves, begging-letter writers,\n    pickpockets, bookmakers' touts, totters (rag and bone men), and\n    trouncers (men paid by costermongers to shout their wares), and\n    bullies. The women add to their common degradation--which may be\n    imagined--the art of the pickpocket, the beggar, the shoplifter,\n    and the bully....\n\n    If you could see these bareheaded women, with their hanging hair,\n    their ferocious eyes, their brutal mouths; if you could see them\n    there, half dressed, and that in a draggle-tailed slovenliness\n    incomparably horrible; and if you could hear their appalling\n    language loading their hoarse voices, and from their phrases\n    receive into your mind some impression of their modes of thought,\n    you would say that human nature in the earliest and most barbarous\n    of its evolutionary changes had never, could never, have been like\n    this.\n\n    Concerning the men, one thing only need be said.... There was\n    cunning in their faces, there was every expression of ... underhand\n    craft, but they looked and lowered their eyes.... They seemed to me\n    'consciously wrong, inferior, and unhappy.'\n\n    But more than by anything concerning the men and women of this\n    neighbourhood, one is impressed by the swarm of dreggy children\n    playing their poor little pavement games in the shadow of these\n    lodging-houses. Some--can it be believed?--are decently clothed\n    and look as if they are sometimes washed.... The mass of these\n    children, above five or six years of age, are terribly neglected.\n    I have never seen children more dirty, more foully clothed, more\n    dejected looking.... I saw many children with sores and boils; I\n    saw some children whose eyes looked out at me from a face that was\n    nothing but a scab.\n\n    A mortuary chapel has had to be built for this neighbourhood. The\n    rooms of the houses are so crowded that directly a person dies the\n    body must be moved.\n\nMr. Begbie now introduces Kate Lee:--\n\n    Into these streets come day after day, and every Sunday, the little,\n    vigorous corps of The Salvation Army, stationed in this quarter of\n    London. The Adjutant of the corps some years ago was a beautiful and\n    delicate girl. She prayed at the bedside of dying men and women in\n    these lodging-houses. She taught children to pray. She went into\n    public-houses and persuaded the violent blackguards of the town to\n    come away; she pleaded with the most desperate women at street\n    corners; she preached in the open streets on Sundays; she stood\n    guard over the doors of men, mad for drink, and refused to let them\n    out.\n\n    On one occasion this little woman was walking home through evil\n    streets after midnight, when a drunken man asked her if he might\n    travel by her side. After going some way the man said, 'No, you\n    aren't afraid,' and then he mumbled to himself, 'Never insults the\n    likes of you, because you cares for the likes of us.'\n\n    It is to the work of this wonderful woman--so gracious, so modest,\n    and so sweet--that one may trace the miracles whose histories are\n    contained in the following pages. The energy, resolution, and\n    splendid cheerfulness of the present corps, some of them her own\n    converts, may likewise be traced through her influence. She has\n    left in these foul streets the fragrance of her personality, a\n    fragrance of the lilies of a pure soul. 'Ah,' exclaims an old\n    jail-bird, showing me the photograph of this woman, 'If anybody goes\n    to Heaven, it will be that there little Angel of God.' They call her\n    the 'Angel Adjutant.'\n\nWe see the Angel Adjutant again in the book, visiting the 'Puncher' at\nhis work; braving the abominations of 'O.B.D.'s' den, as she made friends\nwith that sodden drink slave and his wife, piloting him to the hall and\nmothering the first signs of grace in his stupefied soul. We see her\nmothering the 'Criminal,' weeping over the fall of 'Rags and Bones,'\nendeavouring to hold the 'Failure' to his moral and spiritual\nobligations, and, despite his falls, refusing to give him up.\n\n'That man, Mr. Begbie, is wonderful. He's got those men's very images on\npaper,' says one of Kate Lee's converts, referring to the 'Twice Born\nMen' characters. None the less truly did he get Kate Lee's photograph on\npaper, and sent it round the world for all to see, and for thinking\npeople to admire, to wonder over, to praise and give thanks for.\n\n'Twice Born Men' was a great success. Its first edition was immediately\nabsorbed, while its present edition is the twenty-seventh, and its\nEnglish circulation has reached over a quarter of a million copies. It\nhas had, likewise, an enormous sale in the United States and Canada. It\nhas been translated into French, German, and Swedish.\n\nFew books of its time appealed to so widely differing minds and classes.\nThe professor of psychology, the theologian, the prize-fighter, Christian\nmother, the school-boy, in common interest bent their heads over its\npages. The Press discussed it from many aspects in a chorus of favour.\n\n'The Angel Adjutant' became an entity whom people all over the world\ndesired to know. After she had been thus discovered to the world,\nwherever she went she was received with honour. Churches besieged her\nwith invitations to occupy their pulpits. Civic authorities paid\ndeference to this spiritual and moral specialist.\n\nHow did the glare of the limelight affect Kate Lee? A comrade who knew\nmore of her inner life than almost any other, lets in a sidelight upon\nher association with 'Twice Born Men.' Her experiences in connexion with\nthe book were not entirely sweet. She felt the sting of jealousy, that\nhurtful thing which, while uncleansed human nature is what it is, will\ncontinue to inflict wounds upon those chosen for honour, but Kate Lee\nbore it with meekness and in silence. 'It is not easy to bear success,'\nshe said on this subject. 'When I have been lifted up, it has meant a\ncross rather than a throne for me.'\n\nIt is not easy for a noble soul to bear a representative honour, unless\nit is patent to all that it _is_ representative and not personal. No\none realized more fully than Kate Lee that other women officers had\nworked and are working amongst the masses just as she worked, actuated by\nthe same spirit as moved her, and achieving the same results as those in\nwhich she rejoiced. She would rather that another than herself had been\nthrown upon the world's screen to illustrate the work. A few weeks before\nshe died, she spoke of this to her old friend, Brigadier Elizabeth\nThomas, adding, 'Whenever \"Twice Born Men\" is mentioned, I want to run\nand hide my head.' But while she felt all this, her keen sense of true\nvalues withheld her from putting a trumpet to her lips and declaring it.\nRather, with that Christlike modesty and dignity that characterized all\nher public service, she entered every door that publicity opened to her\nand gave her message. She occupied many important pulpits, filling great\nchurches with interested and sympathetic congregations.\n\nAs ever she was about her Father's business. Far from attracting\nattention to herself, she brushed aside preliminaries, and got directly\nto her subject. For the title of her lecture, she did not always choose\n'The Terrible Ten' or 'Modern Miracles' or 'Twice Born Men'; sometimes\nshe gave a plain Salvation address, or a simple call to professing\nChristians to live the life of Christ. One lady who heard her, tells how\non one occasion she held a great congregation in the hollow of her hand.\nTears had flowed; heads were shaking in depreciation or nodding\napprovingly, as she pictured the sorrows and the sins of the poor, and\nGod's power to save them to the uttermost. Then she 'turned her guns'\nupon her hearers. How did _they_ stand before God in relation to\nsin? 'Society is often a cloak for sin that is terribly present in the\nheart. The law deals with sin that is _found out_: God deals with it\nas it is in the soul. You and I are each going to the bar of God to be\njudged _as we are_. How is it with your soul?'\n\nA strange silence came upon that select audience, as the people pondered\nstraighter and more personal questions than they were accustomed to hear\naddressed to them.\n\nA lieutenant tells of a railroad incident, which reveals how truly Kate\nLee loved to be unknown, and how she would screen herself from praise,\nwhen to accept it could serve no definite end. She says:--\n\n    We were returning from some Councils, and a clergyman got into our\n    compartment. He was very friendly, and in conversation we found him\n    enthusiastic over 'Twice Born Men.' He said how he would count it an\n    honour to meet the 'Angel Adjutant,' and express to her his thanks\n    for the help he had received by her example. I felt so proud of her,\n    and wanted to tell the clergyman that the 'Angel Adjutant' was my\n    Captain; but catching a warning glance from her, I had to keep quiet.\n\nA few hours after he heard of Kate Lee's death, Harold Begbie penned the\nfollowing tribute to her memory:--\n\n    There seems to me something in the death of Kate Lee at this moment\n    which has a mystical significance.\n\n    The world has just received 'The Life of William Booth,' and is\n    making up its mind what to think of him. His son, Bramwell, with a\n    courage which is part of his religion, allowed the biographer of\n    William Booth to write freely what he believed to be the truth, and\n    the whole truth, of the great Founder of The Salvation Army. There\n    in that book for all men to behold, in the very habit of his daily\n    life, stands William Booth, revivalist, social reformer, colonizer,\n    organizer, husband, father, and man.\n\n    And now there ascends into the glory of God one of the most radiant\n    spirits that ever blessed the darkest places of the earth with a\n    light truly from Heaven, little Kate Lee, the Angel Adjutant of\n    Notting Dale; the saint of the worst men that ever lived, the\n    adored angel of souls once as foul and brutal and besotted with\n    iniquity as ever corrupted human life, and but for William Booth\n    she herself might have perished.\n\n    I am one of those who cannot think of William Booth as a saint. His\n    wonder for me, and his greatness, lies in the fact that he made\n    saints; this turbulent and tremendous power, this unresting energy,\n    he made saints; that is to say, he made the most beautiful and\n    gentle thing that can exist in human life, the spirit that loves the\n    worst; that descends with joy into the pit of pollution; that is\n    happier there than in the abodes of the sanctified; that is wholly\n    content to be unknown and unheard of; that can save the worst and\n    transfigure the most hideous, and itself remain utterly unspotted\n    by the world.\n\n    I was far away in the dales of Yorkshire when I heard of Kate Lee's\n    death. My first feeling was one of gladness, for I loved to know she\n    was beyond the touch of pain. Then I fell into a fit of sorrow. _Why\n    had I not made this miracle of William Booth more real in the\n    biography?_ Is there anything in life so important, or anything at\n    this moment of the world's history that calls so urgently for\n    proclamation, as the miracle of conversion?\n\n    Kate Lee seemed to be at my side. I saw the harassed statesmen of\n    the nations attempting to piece together the broken pieces of this\n    war-shattered world, and they seemed to me no greater figures than\n    children playing with the parts of a world which they themselves\n    had taken apart. And Kate Lee seemed to say, 'There is no hope for\n    the world, no hope at all, but the changed heart. Until men love\n    God, they will never love each other. And until they love each\n    other there will be poverty and crime, revolutions and wars.'\n\n    Her life goes on in the lives of others. She is immortal here upon\n    earth. For ever and ever some men and women will be better because\n    in her lifetime she made other people good who were bad, happy who\n    were unhappy. But I would that her spirit could penetrate into the\n    whole life of humanity.\n\n    How modest she was, how unassuming, and how tranquil! She had seen\n    the most evil depth of the human heart, and yet she believed, with\n    a smile of unclouded gladness, that the human heart is of God. She\n    loved the worst people in the world. She was tender and patient\n    with the most stupid and dull. She never despaired of any soul that\n    looked at her with eyes of hunger. The Pharisee might turn away\n    with disgust, the judge might condemn, science might pronounce the\n    case hopeless; she smiled and waited, waited at the prison door,\n    waited in the pit of abomination, waited at the hard heart. And\n    while she waited she prayed, quietly, and calmly; and while she\n    prayed so great was the love of God in her heart, she smiled. There\n    is no hope for the world until the love that was in Kate Lee is in\n    us. Let every Salvationist assure himself with every day of life\n    that his work lies only with the unhappy, the foul, the horrible,\n    the repulsive. To this end came William Booth preaching in the slums\n    and alleys of great cities, and on this mission of his went Kate Lee\n    with a song in her heart and a smile on her lips.\n\n    I never looked into human face so full of the love of God, so\n    shining with love of humanity, as the face of this  'Angel Adjutant.'\n\nDuring the week of the announcement of Kate Lee's death, her name was\nupon the lips of millions of people. Newspapers throughout the country\npublished her photograph and told of how she sought the lost. In the\nsaloons around London the topic of conversation was the loveliness of the\n'Angel Adjutant.' Almost wherever Salvationists appeared, people\nsympathized with them in the loss of so brave an officer as Kate Lee.\n\nBeyond the seas, illustrated journals carried the picture of her pure\nface and the story of her love and devotion to her Saviour and the\nsinful, and mothers gave thanks for her life and prayed that their\ndaughters might have her spirit.\n\nHer casket was borne through streets lined with thousands of silent,\nreverent spectators and carried to the grave by men once deep-dyed in\nsin, now cleansed and ennobled by the Salvation she had proclaimed.\n\nTo queens has less honour been shown than to this girl who was born in\ncrowded Hornsey, who lived a life of toil and struggle, and died\npenniless. Why? Because the human heart, despite its crookedness and\nfailings, recognizes that love is the greatest thing in the world, and\npays tribute accordingly.\n\n\n\nXI\n\nCOMRADES AND FRIENDS\n\n\n\nPerhaps no class of people voluntarily work harder or longer hours than\nSalvationists. When the ordinary worker quits toil for recreation, the\nSalvationist drops his tools to work at his religion, and for no reward\nin this life. But for all that, the Salvationist has his compensations.\nThe most precious thing about The Army, he will tell you, is its\ncomradeship.\n\nThe uniform of the military means something of fellowship on service,\nnothing on leave; but the Salvationist is always on service, and the sign\nof cap, bonnet, or even the small Salvation Army brooch or tri-coloured\nribbon, serves as an introduction, which includes a welcome, when\nSalvationists meet in any clime or country.\n\nThe uniform stands for the acceptance of certain convictions, principles,\nand consecration to one purpose in life, which knows no barrier of\nnation, colour, nor class. Salvationists are comrades of a single\npurpose, the bringing of all men to knowledge of God. Mr. Harold Begbie\ndescribes this bond of comradeship which he found illustrated in a prayer\nmeeting which he attended amongst Salvationists in India. He writes:--\n\n    Those Officers represented many nations. Among them were a Brahmin,\n    a Singalese, Malayali, a Tamil, a German, a Norwegian, a Swede, an\n    Australian, an Englishman, and a Scot. All were praying. The voices\n    of those various nationalities rose into the air as a cry inspired by\n    love for a sinful world, with a compassion and a longing, uttered for\n    the need of a common humanity, and all those separate voices and\n    different words rose in a perfect unity like the prayer of a single\n    family under a father's roof.\n\nConstitutionally Kate Lee was not dependent; she did not know what it was\nto hunger for society; to pine for a 'yarn'; to ache with desire to\ndiscuss with a chum small talk of The Army. The passion of her life swept\nher beyond such things and the springs of her refreshment ran deep. Her\nbusiness was to seek and to save that which was lost--to shepherd the\nsheep--and these she sought with a love that never wavered. Nevertheless,\nfellowship with her comrades was one of her chief joys. She delighted in\nOfficers' Councils where all were bent upon seeking guidance for the\nfurtherance of the Salvation War. Whenever she was thrown into the\ncompany of her comrades her heart was at once at leisure from itself, and\nshe sought and found pleasant and profitable point for contact.\n\nShe felt herself to be a poor conversationalist, and her success in\nfellowship lay in drawing out the interests of others. She was a good\nlistener, rather than an entertainer. Humility was one of her greatest\ncharms and she had no hesitation in confessing her limitations. 'I enjoy\nthe fun, but I can't make it; do help me,' she said to a comrade, when\nonce she found herself responsible for guiding the conversation of a\nparty of officers.\n\nTributes come from comrades of all ranks, from the shy lieutenant, to the\nveteran commissioner, telling of the sweetness of her communion in\ncomradeship.\n\nBut so great was the pressure upon her life, that during any period of\nrespite from her work, she longed, not for change or entertainment, but\nrest.\n\nOne cannot talk with Kate Lee's people without discovering that they\nregarded her as a person apart from all others. She would drink tea in a\nhovel with outcasts, or lead a volunteer brigade in scrubbing her halls;\nhandle hammer and nails as a man; collect produce for the harvest\nfestival with a donkey-cart, and perform a hundred and one other\n'unladylike' offices. But about her was an atmosphere of intrinsic\nsuperiority, that the most untaught felt and appreciated. Amongst the\nmost rough and ready people she is never mentioned with familiarity; but\none constantly hears references to 'that heavenly woman,' 'an angel if\never there was one,' and 'that lovely lady'; also mention of 'her private\nmeans!'\n\nIncidentally, a pathetic interest attaches to the illusion of 'her\nprivate means,' for, except for her small Army allowance, Kate Lee had no\nprivate funds. Reserve and independence are characteristics of the Lee\nfamily, and are, despite warm affection, observed within their tiny\nfamily circle. When the mother joined her Officer daughters in their\nhome, Lucy and Kate realized that if she were aware of the smallness of\ntheir allowance, she would feel that a third person could not share it\nwithout causing strain, and such knowledge would be a continual sorrow to\nher. So they never enlightened her, and during the years spent together,\nthey endeavoured, by touching little self-denials, to keep their table\nand wardrobe as in the home days. So the little mother lived in peace,\nand died, and never guessed the truth. It was a good training for Kate,\nand later in life few women could get more value out of money than she.\nHer uniforms were turned, mended, and worn to the last. Her single\nindulgence was books, and these were few and well chosen. By dint of the\nhabit of constant watchfulness over her purse, and the blessing of God,\nher little store became like the widow's cruse of oil, and she gave her\ntenth and more to the Lord's work. But it was the graciousness with which\nshe gave that made her gifts appear large in the estimation of those who\nreceived.\n\nWhile Kate was received and made much of by high and low alike, she made\nno pretence of being well born or well educated; nor did she assume airs.\nShe was a perfectly natural woman, who, realizing that she was a daughter\nof the Heavenly King, sought to rightly represent Him. Nothing rough,\nmean, nor trivial would become a member of the heavenly household; but\njoy, peace, gentleness, kindness, goodness--the graces of the Spirit\nshould be seen in her. And they were. The consciousness of her heavenly\nrelationship also gave her a dignity that held itself graciously in any\ncompany, and with gentle, unafraid eyes, she met the gaze of all. Kate\nbelieved that if we 'walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have\nfellowship one with the other,' and from a heart free from selfishness\nand guile, she looked out upon her neighbours, asking for nothing but to\nunderstand and bless them, and be blessed. The hearts of all but those\nwho hate and reject the good, rose to salute her, and called her friend.\n\nOf those who loved her and whom she loved there is no count; but here and\nthere upon the fields where she fought, there are some to whom her soul\nclave in a particular way.\n\nIn and out of the homes of the rich she went, bearing sunshine and\ngathering gold wherewith to push her campaign; but she had no time to\nmake friendships there. A certain leisureliness is inseparable from the\nlife of the well-to-do; time to talk; to be interested in a variety of\nsubjects; to be amused; time even to eat and rest in correct form. With\nKate, life was terribly real. On every side her eyes saw men, women, and\nlittle children weighed down with sin and sorrow, and her soul joined in\nthe consecration of the great soul who wrote:--\n\n  My every sacred moment spend.\n  In publishing the sinner's Friend.\n\nThus, while many rich friends opened their beautiful homes to her, placed\ntheir cars at her disposal, and begged for her company, she passed on her\nway with a smile that was wholly free from censoriousness. And there may\nhave been another reason. In her nature was a deep love for the\nbeautiful, the harmonious. Maybe she recognized in the good things of\nlife a temptation which she needed to hold at arm's-length, if all her\nspikenard were to be poured out for her Lord.\n\nIn any case, it was to Bethany-like households, where, as a rule, the\noccupants did their own serving, but were rich in love and in full\nsympathy with her spirit and purpose, that she tarried to gain strength\nor refreshment.\n\nOne of these friends, Mrs. Taylorson, is a bedridden saint, a remarkable\nwoman in her ninetieth year, of charming countenance, keen, vigorous\nintellect, great heart and spiritual vision. In the school of affliction\nand discipline she had sought and found the blessing of Full Salvation,\nand though a prisoner in her home, her interests are wide, and her\ninfluence, by the ministry of prayer, great.\n\nHearing of Adjutant Lee's arrival in the town, she sent for her, and from\ntheir first meeting this aged saint rightly estimated the beauty and\ngreatness of the Adjutant's soul, and felt there was a part she could\nplay in her campaign. Mrs. Taylorson says:--\n\n    I realized that my ministry to her was to look after her bodily\n    welfare. I took to my bed whilst she was stationed here: and\n    living quite near to me, she would often slip in for a few\n    moments. Her sweet face would come round the door like a ray of\n    sunshine. She would give me a warm kiss, tell me the latest news\n    --this case or that problem to pray over--then she was off again.\n    But I saw to it that my maid always had something nourishing on\n    hand to help that dear, worn body. How my maid loved her! The\n    Adjutant's influence so led her into touch with Christ, that life\n    became changed for her.\n\n    Oh, how Kate Lee worked! Far beyond her strength. Often, after her\n    quest for souls, she would pass this house at two o'clock in the\n    morning. When I would remonstrate with her, she would reply, 'Oh,\n    but I had such a _case_ last night.' Then she would relate to\n    me the story. Once, kneeling by my bed, she said, 'Granny, last\n    night I was afraid for the first time. Oh, this place, this place!\n    The sin, the sin is terrible!' And she described to me the horrors\n    of iniquity she had seen in our town.\n\nThe transparent hands were tensely clasped; the strong alert features\nrelaxed into contemplation, and my eyes lifted from the face of the aged\nsaint to the wall beside her bed where hung a motto, 'Prayer brings\nvictory.' It was easy to realize how Kate Lee had gathered strength for\nthe fight in that little sanctuary of faith and hope, and love, with the\npractical addition of a strengthening cup, 'always ready, that the\nAdjutant might not be hindered.'\n\nKate met her beloved old friend only once after her term of three years\nat Sunderland. When leaving London to spend a week there, she received a\nwire from her old lieutenant, then on duty amongst the troops in France,\n'Coming on leave; want to spend week-end with you,' to which she replied,\n'Going to Granny's. Come.' It was a happy party that gathered in that old\nhome. The joys of reunion were still fresh, when in the doorway another\nfigure appeared--Lucy Lee, also home on leave from France. Heaven seemed\nto come down to earth for those four women. Three from the rush of the\nbattle, bubbling over with stories of the Holy War, the fourth--her\nfaculties fresh as those of the youngest--delighting to linger on the\nbrink of eternity, that she might hold up the hands of these, her adopted\ndaughters in battles for God and souls.\n\nPerched on the crest of a hill overlooking a seashore town, is a tiny\ncottage--two rooms up and two down. There are flowers in the windows and\ngarden, and within, simplicity and sweet homeliness. The dwellers there\nare an old pensioner and his daughter. The daughter, a semi-invalid,\nkeeps house. Her face is calm as a lake resting in the sunshine; her eyes\nblue as the sky on a spring day, and her voice musical and soothing as\nrippling water. Almost twenty years ago, Kate Lee conducted a battle for\nsouls in the little town nestling below the hill. The suffering woman\nlistened to her call to arms, at first from a distance. By degrees the\nfull meaning of the officer's life dawned upon her; she knew she could\nnever be a leader; but she could, perhaps, be an armour-bearer; so she\ncame nearer, and nearer, till she took a place at Captain Kate's side,\nready to perform any service possible.\n\nA sufferer who triumphed had a peculiar charm for Kate Lee. This woman,\ncaught in the furnace of affliction, had yielded herself to the fire, and\nfound the Son of God keep company with her there, and she grew like Him.\n\nWhen nerves were tingling, and body and soul were weary with sins and\nsorrows of the world, to no place did Kate turn her steps more readily\nthan to the tiny house on the hill.\n\n'Why can you love to come here? I have so little to offer you. Rich\npeople would love to have you, and give you what I cannot,' said her\nfriend.\n\n'And you can and do give me what no money in the world could buy:\nunderstanding, and love, and rest.'\n\nOn a sunny day, Kate would take a rug and a cushion, a book or some\nsewing, and her friend would accompany her to a little knoll, a stone's\nthrow from the house, which commanded a sea view for many miles. And\nthere, mostly in silence, she would sit, and sun and rest for a day or\ntwo, and then hie back to the fight.\n\nA mother with a child in an invalid chair, followed The Army march many a\nSunday night during one summer. The band charmed the child, the sweet\nface of the officer soothed and strengthened the mother. One night,\nmother and child ventured into the meeting. At the conclusion of the\nfirst service, Adjutant Lee was shaking hands with the people as they\nleft the hall, and urging them to return, and she beamed on the mother\nand child, and later, visited their home. A typical home of millions of\nworking people, but true love reigned there, and made it a more pleasant\nplace than many a mansion. The mother had spinal disease and her child\nseemed to have been born only to die. Doctor and friends had striven in\nvain to unlock the bands of mother love, and let the little suffering\nlife escape, but the mother refused. If love and ceaseless care could\nmake a child live, he should live. Mother and child nestled under the\nprotection of a great, loving husband and father. The coming of the\nAdjutant to that home was like the visit of an angel; but she gathered as\nshe gave, for the soothing atmosphere of those tiny rooms fell upon her\nspirit like dew. As well as love there was music. The father sat at the\norgan, and as he played and sang, his strong, tender spirit seemed to\nring through the hymns. 'Just one verse!' the Adjutant would say, as she\ndropped in to give five minutes' cheer.\n\nThe Adjutant lay ill in her quarters. Bronchitis had, as usual, laid her\nlow during a foggy week. She had sent her lieutenant out on a round of\nwork, and, feverish and weak, gave herself up to rest. There was a\nmovement on the stairs and a face appeared at the bedroom door. It was\nlittle invalid mother. 'How _did_ you get here?' the Adjutant asked.\n'Through a window, and you'll not talk. Just eat this bit of steamed\nfish.' Every day, until the Adjutant was able to be about her Master's\nbusiness again, the little woman ministered to her with tender, joyful\nlove.\n\n'Would you mind letting me look at your back?' she asked the little\nmother, when she had come to be regarded as the dearest friend of the\nsmall family. She looked, and her eyes filled with tears. For a woman\nwith such a back, to work, as this mother worked, to watch and wait and\nrefuse to give up hope for love of her child, this was love indeed. Kate\nLee would love sin-sick souls in this way. 'Thank you,' she said simply,\n'you have inspired me.' During her stay the little boy, then six years of\nage, definitely yielded his heart and life to the Saviour. When he was\nfourteen he begged to be allowed to join The Army Young People's Band.\n'Impossible,' said the doctor. 'But, doctor, you know how he has lived in\nspite of many contrary opinions, and we wish him to devote his life to\nThe Army,' pleaded the mother. A tall lad with purposeful face, playing\nin an Army band, is a joy to his Salvationist parents who carry in their\nhearts the faith of Kate Lee, that one day their son shall be an Army\nOfficer.\n\nSuch were a very few of the friends of Kate Lee. Many, because of their\ngreat love for her, and conscious of her love for them, will, perhaps,\nfeel a touch of disappointment that they are not included in the number,\nbut the pages of our book will not stretch. As I think of them all, as I\nhave seen them in their homes, and know of the many I have not been able\nto meet--I am reminded of strangely similar company, fishermen, clerks,\nand a company of humble, holy women who ministered to Kate Lee's Lord and\nMaster in the days of His flesh.\n\n\n\n\nXII\n\nTROPHIES OF GRACE\n\n\n\nMany volumes would be needed to contain the story of all the souls who\nfound deliverance from sin, sorrow and terror by the message of Kate Lee,\nbut her memoir would be sadly incomplete without, at least, a few\nsketches which illustrate the courage, the faith, and the love with which\nshe sought and won and held souls who, unless such love, and faith, and\ncourage had been expended upon them, would have died in their sin.\n\nThe following stories are true, but they do not profess to be vivid.\n\nFew of us would care for a passport-photograph of ourselves to be given\nto the world as a true likeness, and when giving word-pictures of souls\nwho are still fighting their way to Heaven 'midst many enemies and\ndangers, there is surely need of a kindly 're-touching!' Scars which sin\nhas made are wisely unnoticed; sins of the past best forgotten; there are\nconditions of strange and fierce trial in the lives of some which, if\ntold, would magnify the triumph of grace, but should, for obvious\nreasons, remain unmentioned.\n\nIt was a great change for Kate Lee when, after her command of Norland\nCastle, she was appointed to Reading, a prosperous county town in\ncharming surroundings. In its best business part stands a fine Army hall.\nIt was faultlessly kept, and attended by a most respectable congregation.\nAfter her heavy term in the slums of London, it might reasonably be\nexpected that she would take things quietly in a provincial corps and\nrecuperate her spent strength. But Kate Lee could no more settle down to\nenjoy a pleasant time amongst pleasant people than could her old General\nduring his field days.\n\nShe by no means despised her 'nice' people, but she hungered for those\nwithout the camp. 'Are there none of our sort in Reading?' she inquired\nof the local officers. To be sure there were Silver and Coley Streets;\n_they_ were bad enough for anything. Too true. Kate Lee found in\nthat small area drunkenness, cruelty, misery, hideous sin--a match for\nanything in Shepherd's Bush.\n\nShe began with the children. Poor, ragged, neglected little souls they\nwere; not because of want, but because of the sin of their parents. The\nAdjutant rented a small hall in Coley Street, and to it invited the\nchildren; they came in swarms. She made music for them with her\nconcertina and banjo; sang to them; chatted with them; laughed with them;\npatted them. One of the first songs she taught them was, 'Let the blessed\nsunshine in.'\n\nStraightway they took her to their hearts and called her 'The Sunshine\nLady.' She worked week after week amongst them. As well as telling them\nabout the Saviour who wanted to make their lives good and happy, she\ndrilled them, and after a while, announced a surprise to the parent\ncorps. She would show them what her Coley Street children could do. She\nmarched them up to the citadel, where they gave a programme of songs,\ndrills, and recitations. What parents are not pleased when some one\ncharmingly loves and makes a fuss of their children? Certainly, Silver\nand Coley Street parents were gratified.\n\nOne little group of youngsters begged the Adjutant to come and see their\ngrandfather who was dying. She found a dear old Christian, living with\nhis daughter and son-in-law, the latter a terrible drunkard. The Adjutant\nvisited the old man until he died, comforted him, and promised by the\nhelp of God, to win his son-in-law. It seemed like attempting the\nimpossible, but with God on her side nothing was impossible with Kate\nLee.\n\n\nShepherd's mother died when he was six weeks old; later his father died a\ndrunkard. At five years of age wee boy Shepherd was carried home drunk,\nfor men had stood him on a bench in the tap room and 'filled him up with\nbeer.' He drank for forty years. During a brief, steady bout, he had\nmarried a decent girl, who, not knowing his character, was carried away\nby the smart appearance of a handsome soldier in the glory of red coat\nand gleaming buttons. Once married, habit reasserted itself as the years\nstole on. Shepherd broke up his home, beat his wife, and terrified his\nchildren. His good wages went to the saloon-keeper's till while his\nfamily starved and went in rags.\n\nHe had not been in a place of worship since the day of his marriage\nuntil, in an effort towards decency, in acknowledgment of Adjutant Lee's\nkindness, he attended the memorial service of his father-in-law.\n\nKate Lee threw her net, but never was fish more wary, more determined not\nto be caught, than Shepherd. For months she followed him.\n\n'Where's father?' she would ask the children. 'In the \"Blue Lion,\"' they\nwould reply, and into the 'Blue Lion' the Adjutant would go and visit him\nthere. She waylaid him on his way home from work. She took the corps into\nthe plot of garden in front of his house on Sunday afternoons and held\nmeetings there.\n\n'She fair terrified me,' says Shepherd, now. He was furious with her and\ndetermined to insult her, but when he met those blue eyes that knew no\nfear, brimming with love for his soul, and heard her ringing inquiry,\n'And how's Brother Shepherd to-day?' angry words died on his lips, and he\nsought refuge in escape.\n\nAt last, word went round the Coley district that the 'Sunshine Lady' was\nleaving Reading. Shepherd would soon be free from this bothering,\ninterfering woman. But strangely enough, he did not feel relieved. Upon\nhis heart had settled a load heavier than lead. He felt unutterably\noppressed and miserable. He _must_ see that Adjutant once more. He\nwent to her farewell meeting. As she shook his hand, and looked into his\nsoul to make her last appeal, his heart broke. He had loved sin greedily,\nbut now it appeared hateful to him. If only he could be free from it!\nDown at the penitent-form he cast himself asking God to make him a new\ncreature. He rose, feeling strangely, wonderfully light and free, sweet\nand clean in spirit. He was delivered from all desire to sin. Arriving at\nhome, for the first time in his life he wanted to kneel at his bedside\nand 'say his prayers.'\n\nKate Lee had won him to God. Now she must leave him. Years later, when\nvisiting Reading, she met Shepherd, a bandsman in full uniform, beating\nthe drum in Silver Street. Tears of joy ran down her face at the sight.\n\nShepherd has proved to his own happiness and to the satisfaction of the\ntown that 'the blessing of the Lord maketh rich and addeth no sorrow.' By\nthe grace of God he has never slipped. At the time of his conversion he\nhad no clothes but those he stood in. When he left Coley Street, all his\nfurniture went on a push-cart. Recently he moved house, and needed two\nvans. He is foreman at his place of employment. His wife sought salvation\ntwo weeks after he was saved, and of his family, five out of the seven\nchildren are Salvationists. His home is a joyous place. He loves to\nentertain, to take people home on a Sunday afternoon, and have a happy\ntime with singing, reading God's Word, and prayer. Then off to the\nopen-air meeting, where he delights to witness to God's wonder-working\npower! Saturday night, when his workmates gather round The Army ring,\nand in Coley Street, are his favourite open-air meetings.\n\nShepherd is a happy man. His healthy face beams with goodwill to men and\ngratitude to God. His eyes grow moist, but they still shine, when he\nspeaks of Kate Lee. 'Aye, bless her heart! I'm going to frame that\npicture of her that came out in \"The War Cry,\"' he exclaims with a deep,\nringing voice. 'I look upon her as my mother--a real mother to my soul\nshe was.'\n\n\nIn the streets of Reading almost any day, an old man may be seen pushing\na tinker's barrow. The small carriage is gay with yellow, red, and blue\npaint and bright with polished brass, and on a conspicuous place appear\nthe words, 'Where will you spend Eternity?' The barrow-man has a\npleasant, bearded face, and steady-gazing, merry, eyes, with a cheerful\nnod and word for every one; he steps in and out of gardens, mending\nkettles, sharpening knives, and doing other handy jobs for housewives.\n'Mr. Wellman, of The Salvation Army,' an established resident would\ninform an inquirer.\n\nThirteen years ago, Wellman was one of the most wretched men in Reading.\nDrink had brought him, with his wife and family, to a common\nlodging-house, and there they herded, sometimes as many as twelve men,\nwomen, and children in one room, eating, drinking, sleeping, cursing.\n\nA son of Christian parents, Wellman was a decent youth, but in his early\nmarried life he began to go down-hill and long before Adjutant Lee took\ncharge of the corps at Reading, had reached the dead level of misery,\ndegradation, and hopelessness. He had turned his back upon God; he feared\nHim, dreaded Him, longed to escape from His presence, but the Heavenly\nFather did not forsake him. His mother had died, he was filled with\nsorrow and remorse, when one Sunday evening The Army band halted before\nthe lodging-house. Wellman was in the yard lounging against the wall when\nthe drum tapped. He walked through the passage and gazed at The Army.\nKate Lee was leading the meeting. She looked at him and smiled. There was\na world of power in that look; interest, kindness, gentleness, sorrow for\nsin. Wellman listened with apparent indifference to the meeting, and the\nmarch moved off.\n\nHe had heard the Army drum hundreds of times before in Reading, but while\nit called to every one to remember God, its message had never reached\nhim; but the look on that woman's face did. For the first time he\nfollowed the march, and, arriving at the hall, was invited inside. The\nplace was already full, but a wise-hearted orderly piloted Wellman to a\nfront seat.\n\nHe has no remembrance of the message of the meeting; but he saw himself;\nhis loathsome condition; his sin to God and man; his failure in life. At\nthe invitation he went forward to the penitent-form and asked God to take\naway his sin; he rose from his knees believing that he was saved.\n\nHow wonderful is the work of God! Wellman came into the hall dirty,\nunkempt in body and soul. For years he had given no thought to his\nappearance, cared nothing for the contempt of respectable people. Now he\nfled to the lodging-house, ashamed to be seen.\n\nThe next morning the Adjutant called to see him. He had broken up eight\nhomes, and for years had felt no wish for so troublesome a possession,\nbut now he longed to get out of that hovel and to have a decent place to\nwhich he could invite this 'angel woman.' The Adjutant smiled upon him,\ntold him he had only to follow God and things would soon improve. She\nfostered the desire to make home again with his family and his own bits\nof furniture about him, and helped him to get rooms. During Wellman's\nyears of sinning, whenever he had seen the word God in print, he had\ndropped the paper or book as though it were hot; now he opened his\nmother's Bible and found it to be a library of delight; and his spare\ntime, between work and the meetings, was spent in reading it for sheer\npleasure.\n\nThe desire for strong drink had been swept out of him by one touch of the\nHoly Spirit, but his love of tobacco was even stronger than of beer. No\none spoke to him about giving up smoking, but from the day of his\nconversion he felt ashamed of the habit and only smoked in the house. The\nheavenly vision growing stronger he determined to have nothing in his\nlife about which he had any doubt, and he thus reasoned with himself, 'If\nGod can cure me of the drink, He can cure me of the pipe.' From that day\nhe had no desire for tobacco.\n\nWellman's business increased, and the Adjutant was interested in his\nbarrow which had taken on a gay appearance in The Army colours. Pointing\nto a clear space she remarked, 'Wouldn't a message go well there?'\n''Twould, Adjutant; what one would do?' She thought, 'I think, \"Where\nwill you spend Eternity?\" would be a good one,' she replied. So Wellman\nhad the words painted on his barrow.\n\nHis quiet eyes smile as he says, 'Her text shall preach in Reading while\never I can push the barrow. It gives me no end of chances to speak to\npeople. Some ladies on bicycles stopped me one day and said, \"What is the\nmeaning of those words?\" \"It means that you're going to die, and are you\nready for what comes after?\" I told them. Some have said, \"What have you\ngot that rubbish on there for?\" Then I tell them what Salvation has done\nfor my life. But most people know me now, and look for a little word.'\n\nHe is now Sergeant Wellman at the corps, in full Army uniform, and does\nuseful work as doorkeeper and orderly, always on the watch to welcome\npoor souls such as he was. He has had his share of trials since he was\nconverted. Bronchitis and asthma often keep him a prisoner and make work\nslack. 'I don't have to look for troubles, they come trooping along, but\ngrace keeps them company,' he says joyfully. Then a shade of sadness\nsteals into his voice as he continues, wistfully, 'What was I doing to\nmiss all those years? Wretched, terrible years, mind always brooding,\nnever happy, never at rest!'\n\n\nIt is often more difficult to rescue a sinful married woman than a man. A\nman as soon as he is converted goes to work, and during the day remains\nunder some sort of discipline and restraint; whereas the very privileges\nof a married woman's position often become hindrances in the way of her\nSalvation. No one can compel her to work, and undesirable neighbours may\nvisit her and tempt her to sin. Adjutant Lee never relaxed hope or effort\nbecause success was difficult of realization. There are bright stars in\nher crown of jewels whom she discovered in the depths; but after a woman\nhas been restored to her family, the past forgiven and laid aside, her\ndear ones are naturally unwilling for the past to be recorded, and in\nthis book we must content ourselves with a very slight sketch of one who\nhas passed beyond the touch of pain.\n\nA married woman had worn out the patience of a loving family. So ruinous\nto the happiness and well-being was her presence in the home, that when\nat last she went away her nearest made no effort to bring her back. The\nAdjutant found her in the depths of sin, and determined, by the grace of\nGod, that she should be saved. This was one of the most difficult cases\nshe ever undertook. The woman had lost hope and will power, and it took\nlove that would not let go, and faith that would not accept defeat,\nbefore the desire to rise again stole into the poor heart made captive of\nthe devil. At last the Adjutant persuaded her to attend the meetings and\nthere she found deliverance. After a few weeks Kate Lee got in touch with\nthe husband in a distant town, but his family had suffered too much at\ntheir mother's hands for him readily to consent to his wife's return. Yet\nhe was not a hard-hearted man, and upon the suggestion of a\nreconciliation, if, for six months, his wife proved herself to be indeed\na changed woman, he consented. During that trying probation the Adjutant\nmothered this soul, who, with tottering steps, had turned her face\nhomeward, and she won through.\n\nAt the end of the allotted time a letter brought the husband to a\nmeeting-place. He looked apprehensive, but meeting the wistful eyes of a\nwell-dressed, comely woman, he saw once again the wife he loved and the\nmother his children loved. That day he bore her off to the expectant but\nanxious home. With beating hearts, the daughters waited the arrival, but\nit was not the abandoned drunkard who had spoilt their home, and\nhorrified and frightened them, who stood on the doorstep with father. It\nwas just mother. Home was really home once more. Mother at the head of\nthe table, mother's hand here, there, upon everything. Then she became\nill. Months of agony followed. The doctor ordered stimulants; these were\nrefused to the end. Slowly the delivered soul slipped down death's river;\nthen, as it met the sea of eternity, she looked up. 'All's well!' she\nsaid, and crossed the bar.\n\n\nIt was through the house-to-house canvass of a Salvation Army Assurance\nAgent that Adjutant Lee came into contact with the Parrot family at\nBrighton. They lived in a poor enough street and house; but thinking\npeople who live close to the working classes know that pounds a week\nwhich should go into the homes frequently find their way to the\nsaloon-keeper's till. 'The only saving I want to think about is to get my\nhusband saved from the drink,' Mrs. Parrot had told the agent, and, like\na wise man, he reported the incident to Kate Lee.\n\nIt was Sunday morning. There was a tap at the door; a little child\nappeared, took one look at the pure, radiant face there, and disappeared\nsaying aloud to his mother, 'There's a Salvation Army lady at the door,\nmother, and I don't think you ought to send her away.' Kate Lee heard the\nwords, and uninvited, slipped into the passage. Meeting the mother, she\nsaid gently, 'If I have a welcome from the child, I am sure of one from\nyou.'\n\nThat morning the strings of Mrs. Parrot's harp of hope were reduced to\none. A brave-hearted girl, she had started married life determined to\nfill it with music, despite the prophecies that she was a fool to marry\nParrot. But the strings of her harp broke one by one, and this morning\nthere was no song in her heart; she could see no star in the heavy sky.\nShe was a fine type of the working woman; had been servant in a good\nfamily, and had had a godly Sunday School teacher who had taught her the\nreality of God and the efficacy of prayer. Through all the wretched,\nterrible years of her married life, she had prayed and hoped for\ndeliverance from the earthly hell in which she and her children lived.\nThe week before Adjutant Lee's visit she had in desperation gone to a\nspiritual leader and implored him to try and reform her husband, and had\nreceived the extraordinary reply, 'Well, you must bear with this little\nhabit. I may tell you I have the same weakness myself.'\n\nLittle habit indeed! It had lost Parrot two businesses. Now he pushed a\nbarrow, hawking anything he had money to buy; generally the proceeds went\nin drink, his family starved and lived in terror of him, and his wife,\nthe soul of respectability, could not keep the family decent.\n\nA year ago, her patience completely worn out, she had told him not to\ncome home any more. This was the last straw to Parrot's own wretchedness.\nHe went to a chemist, purchased some oxalic acid, dropped it into a pint\nof beer and drank it; stumbling into the street, overcome by pain and\ngasping for breath, he fell to the ground. The police picked him up, took\nhim to the hospital and his life was saved. When he had sufficiently\nrecovered to go before the magistrate, he was sent to jail for a week;\nwhile in there, he made desperate resolves that he would do better; but\nonce released, life went on as before.\n\nMrs. Parrot lifted her eyes to the Adjutant's face. Was God going to help\nher after all? The Adjutant invited her to the meetings. She frankly said\nher husband had no clothes to wear. 'Where was he?' 'Upstairs in bed.'\nThe Adjutant asked if she might go up and see him. Mrs. Parrot thought\nshe had better go and inquire.\n\nA Salvation Army woman wanted to come up to his bedroom and see him lying\ndrunk in bed! The impudence! He would show her out of this British\nworkman's home quicker than she had come in. Lunging into his rough\nclothes, and staggering down the stairs, with muttering lips and angry\neyes, came Parrot. He found Kate Lee talking with his children. She\nlooked up at him with a smile and said, 'They told me I was coming to a\ndrunkard's home, but these don't look like a drunkard's children. The\ndears!'\n\nParrot was struck dumb and stood with a strangely-working face and a\npeculiar tearing at his throat staring at this fair, fragile woman. 'I\nwant you to come to our meeting to-night,' continued the Adjutant. 'Mrs.\nParrot tells me you haven't any good clothes; but I'll have a full suit\nready for you in time, and shall expect you there.' She prayed and was\ngone.\n\nThis was the first vision of Divine love that Parrot had ever seen. Born\nin a beer shop, fighting and quarrelling from childhood, his life had\nbeen a hideous, hopeless failure. Hell he understood--felt; but such\nwords as God, Heaven, Love, had meant nothing to him at all. Now they\ndid. Love seemed to shine all over that woman. Angels' wings never looked\nlovelier to human eyes than the Army blue of Adjutant Kate's uniform\nlooked to Parrot.\n\nBy-and-by a parcel arrived. It contained shirt, trousers, coat and vest,\nsocks and boots, collar, tie, and even a handkerchief. Parrot handled\nthem with wonder. He had never worn such clothes--the Adjutant had begged\nthem from a gentleman. He put them on, and walked up and down the back\nyard. How good it felt to be well dressed--to look respectable.\n\nMeeting time arrived and, piloted by his wondering wife, Parrot went to\nthe hall. 'Let's go up out of the draught,' diplomatized Mrs. Parrot, and\nedged her man as near to the front as possible. Kate Lee gloried in God\nthat night. She told of His boundless love, His seeking--seeking to find,\nand make good and happy, every soul of man. Parrot and his wife knelt at\nthe penitent-form.\n\nNext morning Parrot felt desperately ill, but the craving for strong\ndrink had gone. He must face life in earnest and see about providing for\nthe family. He must have something to sell. Mrs. Parrot remembered a\nkind-hearted man who had promised, that if ever her husband tried to do\nbetter, that he would help him. Parrot walked several miles to find this\nman, who trusted him with a dollar's worth of fish.\n\nThe spiritual life in this new convert was very feeble. Parrot felt\ncomfortable in his mind, and happy to believe that angels still walked\nthis earth, and that one had come his way. An ambition had come into his\nweak, undisciplined will to make a decent home for his wife and children.\nHe would have been content to have let things rest there. But Kate Lee\nbore down upon him, not only with smiles, but commands. He must fight for\nGod. He must tell all his townspeople of his conversion. Parrot was\nterrified, but there was no escape. When the Adjutant arrived with the\nband to carry him off, he slipped out of the back door, but there he was\nmet by the wisest of recruiting sergeants, a man who understood men and\nloved them. Trembling in every limb, Parrot was marched off to The Army\nHall, and sat by the Adjutant on the platform. In an open-air meeting in\nhis own street, an Army cap was placed on his head. There could be no\nturning back. He was literally carried up the Delectable Mountains and\nshown higher views of life; and, seeing them, he desired them.\n\nTo-day, he is proud of his Salvation Army family, and of his good wife,\nwho is the neighbours' friend, helping them in trouble, comforting them\nin bereavement, praying with them in distress. When The General called\nfor homes for the destitute Austrian children, the Parrot household was\nthe first in the corps to open their door. Mrs. Parrot has a prosperous\nbusiness, as also have two of their sons, and Parrot is in steady work.\nHe is grateful for temporal mercies, but no words can express the\ngratitude of this man and his wife for the miracle of Salvation, the\ndeliverance from sin, the love for the things of God, which has come to\ntheir home and their hearts by the grace of God, brought to them by the\nlove that feared no insult, no violence; the faith that would not be\ndisappointed, of Kate Lee.\n\n\n\n\nXIII\n\nKATE LEE'S SECRET\n\n\n\nOf Kate Lee General Bramwell Booth writes, 'She was one of those\nconquering souls who seldom look like a conqueror. She presented an\nextraordinary contrast. She was weak, and yet she was strong. She was\npoor, and yet she was one of the richest. She was intensely human, with\nmany of the most marked limitations which belong to the human, and yet\nshe was in an extraordinary degree spiritual, yes, even divine.'\n\nThese contrasts were clear to all and puzzling to many. Not a few people\nboth in and outside the ranks of The Army have asked the question,\n'Wherein lay the secret of Kate Lee's success?' One person, accustomed\nonly to surface views, gave answer, 'It is that she always aims to win\ntrophies.'\n\nLet any one determine to gain distinction for himself by lifting from the\nmire of sin souls robbed by the devil of hope and will power, and even\ndesire for deliverance; let them essay to bring back from the far country\nwanderers sunk to the level of the brute; let them attempt to break bands\nof habit forged by the devil, or to deliver the prey from the terrible\none. He will discover the impossibility of his enterprise if not his\nfolly.\n\nDesire to win spiritual battles in order to gain personal reputation is\nage-old. From the day that Simon the sorcerer offered Peter money in\nexchange for miracle-working power, the exercise of which would have\nplaced him upon a pedestal above his fellows, the rebuke has rung out,\n'Thy heart is not right in the sight of God.'\n\nShortly before Jesus left His little band of disciples, with the charge\nto preach the Gospel to every creature, He spoke with them on the subject\nof spiritual fruitfulness. He assured them that, 'Herein is My Father\nglorified, that ye bear much fruit,' and in one sentence He made clear\nthe secret of spiritual success. He said, 'He that abideth in Me, and I\nin him, the same bringeth forth much fruit, for without Me ye can do\nnothing.'\n\nThe failure of the Church of Christ to extend His Kingdom upon earth by\ngreat sweeping victories, lies in the imperfect apprehension or the\nneglect of this declaration. Tens of thousands of professing Christians\ndo not abide in Christ; consequently, He cannot satisfy their soul. The\ncares and pleasures of the world, and the deceitfulness of riches, occupy\nthem as they do the ungodly; for their pleasures they turn to the world.\nA smaller section have faith in Christ, and realize the joys of\nSalvation, and comfort of His presence, but they do not yield themselves\nto Him for service. A smaller section dedicate themselves to His service,\nbut rush to work for God without receiving directions from Him, with the\nresult that much effort is wasted. If every consecrated soul would pay\nheed to Christ's direction, how gloriously would His Kingdom extend! Not\nthat the battle would ever become an easy one. The powers of evil against\nwhich we fight are second only in strength to those of righteousness and\nlight. In conflict between these powers there will always be the\nsacrifices of war to reckon upon, the spade work, the tunnelling, the\nweariness; surprises of the enemy, rushed advances, sick and wounded to\ncare for, and captured territory to be occupied, organized, and governed,\nbefore the final victory.\n\nKate Lee was one of the company that dwell in God. It is difficult to\nwrite of her secret soul life; for, keeping no journal she made no record\nof the dealings between her soul and her Beloved; no fights and victories\nover the powers of evil, no story of following the heavenly vision, nor\ndoes her very scrappy correspondence contain out-pourings of spiritual\nexperience. Her life was a lovely epistle of week-day holiness for all to\nread, but it was the outward sign of an inward experience. Locked in a\nprivate box, a \"Covenant\" was found after her death which is as a key to\nthe inner sanctuary in which her life was lived with Christ in God. It\nreads as follows:--\n\n    COVENANT\n    _Solemnly entered into, January, 1897; Renewed, January, 1918_\n    TO MY PRECIOUS LORD AND MASTER\n\n    In the first moments of this year I present myself to Thee in the\n    deepest humiliation of soul, sensible of my utter unworthiness. I\n    desire nothing in the world so much as to be Thine, and with the\n    utmost solemnity, surrender myself fully unto Thee.\n\n    I declare Thee, O Lord, this day, to be my God, and myself to be\n    Thine own child. Hear, O Thou God of Heaven, and record it in Thy\n    Book of Remembrance, that I am Thine, only Thine.\n\n    From this first day of January do I solemnly renounce all that has\n    had dominion over me, and every sin, and every lust, and in Thy\n    name, set myself in eternal opposition to the powers of hell.\n\n   The whole frame of my nature, all the faculties of my mind, all the\n   members of my body would I present to Thee this day, as a living\n   sacrifice.\n\n   I consecrate myself to Thee; all my worldly possessions; and I pray\n   Thee to give me the strength and courage to exert for Thy glory all\n   the influence I may have over others. Receive and wash me. Forgive\n   all past failings, clothe me with Thy perfect righteousness, and\n   sanctify me throughout by the power of Thy Spirit.\n\n   Help me that I may never withdraw in any point from this renewal of\n   my consecration and covenant.\n\n   Help me to live in the spirit of real consecration and crucifixion;\n   and should I fail in carrying out this covenant in all points as I\n   ought, then, dear Lord, forgive and lead me to perfection.\n\n   In Thy strength I promise to be true till death. Until then, keep,\n   guide, and direct me.\n\n   Remember, dear Lord, this covenant when I am about to pass away;\n   and should I then be incapable of recollecting it, look with pity\n   on Thy dying child. Put strength and confidence into my departing\n   spirit, and receive it to the embrace of Thy everlasting love.\n\n   For Jesus Christ's sake.\n\n   May this petition be granted.\n                            (Signed) KATE LEE.\n                                _Renewed, January 1st, 1920_\n\nAnother valuable document traces for us Kate Lee's seeking after\nsanctification. After having lived in the enjoyment of this blessing for\nnearly thirty years, she was asked by the editor of 'The Officer' to\nwrite her experience. The following article appeared in that magazine\nthree years ago:--\n\n    Soon after I was converted I realized a great need in my heart. I\n    had turned my back on the old life, and my face was toward God. I\n    had started to travel the upward way. For the first few weeks I\n    went with a rush, the joy of the new life within buoyed me up. I\n    felt as though I was walking on air. I did not feel any strain of\n    the upward tread. But soon I began to feel the tension of the\n    daily struggle, the weary march. There were obstacles in that way\n    that impeded my progress. My circumstances were against me, and\n    the influences surrounding me had a tendency to draw me from\n    Christ.\n\n    I began to stumble and fall. The tempter was soon at my side\n    suggesting, 'You're not converted; it's all a delusion; you\n    would not feel as you do; you would not fail as you have done,\n    if you were really a child of God. Give it up, it's no use trying,'\n    he argued. And, worst of all, I knew sin still existed in my\n    heart. How often passion had broken my peace. How many times\n    bitterness and evil had manifested itself in my nature. Was I\n    mistaken? Had I ever been converted? Was it all a delusion?\n\n    Just then God in His love and pity came to my heart; gave me a\n    revelation. He not only showed me myself and my sin, but showed\n    me my need. I needed something, and as I sat in a holiness\n    meeting I realized that need was sanctification. For months the\n    word sanctification was to me a heavy burden; a torture. I could\n    not really grasp its meaning. I read and re-read the theory of\n    sanctification, going from one authority on the subject to\n    another, only to turn away still more puzzled. I then set myself\n    to seek publicly and was several times found at the holiness\n    table, pleading for the blessing that I failed to understand.\n    Again and again I came to the altar, and, as far as I\n    understood, laid my all there. But as soon as the test came,\n    without realizing that I did it, I took from off the altar the\n    sin I had laid there, or the gifts that I had surrendered to\n    God.\n\n    This is where I failed many times, and during my officership I have\n    found scores of other souls who have failed on this very point.\n    They come sincerely to the altar, definitely laying their gift\n    there, a living sacrifice; but when the knife is felt, the\n    realization of the dying comes upon them as they feel the hurt and\n    understand fully what it means, they shrink and draw back. Abram's\n    experience, related in Genesis xv., has been a great help to me. He\n    had to wait for the fire. He prayed all day, even until eventide,\n    and then the birds of prey came down; but he stood by the sacrifice\n    and drove them off. Then the fire came and consumed the sacrifice.\n\n    That was just the point to which I had to get. I had laid my all on\n    the altar, but then I had to wait for the fire. Meanwhile, the birds\n    of doubt, fear, and discouragement came flying around. I had to get\n    up again and again to drive them off, and hold on to God.\n\n    Fresh light came; a new path opened up. The laying of self on the\n    altar meant following God fully and showing my colours everywhere.\n    Could I do it? It was hard to die to self, and say, 'Yes, Lord.'\n    But as I said it, I felt I was accepted, and afterwards, when I\n    carried out that vow, joy flooded my soul and I realized that the\n    Spirit of the Lord was upon me. The desire to sin was removed, and\n    my heart yearned to be kept pure and clean.\n\n    I have found the need of great watchfulness, and have needed much\n    prayer to keep my soul in touch with God and on fire for precious\n    souls. Although I realized, after I was sanctified, that I was over\n    sin and no longer under the power of sin, and that I was cleansed\n    from the desire to sin, yet in his subtlety the devil has come again\n    and again and striven to bring me down.\n\n    Sometimes he has come as an angel of light, so that I have been led\n    to the very verge of sin, tempted to indulge in what seemed at the\n    moment harmless, perhaps because others, who professed as much as I\n    did, indulged in it too. Tempted to shrink from the sacrifice that a\n    separated life must mean; tempted to give way to the flesh, one's\n    natural desires and inclinations, I have even allowed the devil to\n    take me to the edge of a great spiritual precipice, but God, in His\n    mercy, has flashed His wonderful light upon my path in time to show\n    me where I was, and what would be the outcome if I yielded to the\n    temptation. Oh, how it caused me to pray and seek strength which\n    enabled me to overcome!\n\n    Prayer has been my source of help, when burdens have pressed so\n    heavily upon me that they threatened to crush my spirit; when\n    disappointments, misrepresentations almost overwhelmed me, prayer\n    has brought strength and comfort, a courage that could face a\n    world of bitterness and scorn. I have proved that prayer will\n    enable me to retain the substance of holiness. Prayer enables me\n    to retain a passion for souls; keep it burning in hours of\n    disappointment and failure, indifference and hardness, when men\n    and devils rise in power against me.\n\n    One must tread the path of holiness carefully, with a watchful eye\n    and ear always open to His voice, and a spirit ever ready to obey.\n    But it is a wonderful way, a way of purity, where the soul can see\n    God, even in the struggles of life. A way of joy; the deepest of\n    joys. The realization of His smile enables me to live independent\n    of all the joys of the world and to rejoice in the hour of sorrow.\n    A way of power; when the channel is clear He works through it and\n    accomplishes His will.\n\nA personal experience of Full Salvation was the secret of Kate Lee's\nsuccess.\n\nThis life was not spasmodic. She did not pass in and out of the holy\nplace, or step on and off the highway of holiness. She dwelt there. That\ndoes not imply that never during those thirty years was she overcome by\nSatan. Once, into a deep sorrow was poured the bitterness of gall through\nthe wickedness of another. The enemy came in like a flood, threatening to\noverwhelm and root up many precious things, but the Spirit of the Lord\nwas there to lift up a standard against him. 'If ye forgive not your\nenemies, neither will your Father forgive you,' was the word that came to\nher heart. She closed her lips, hushed her sobs, crept to the feet of her\nLord, where are ever the print of cruel nails, to remind His children of\nHis sufferings and His forgiveness.\n\n'I was wrong,' she said, 'very wrong. I must forgive, I _do_\nforgive'; and to the close of her life she lavished love upon one who had\nsore wounded her. 'If we sin we have an Advocate.' She laid her case in\nHis hands, and left it there.\n\nThe officers who served as lieutenants with Kate Lee give us glimpses of\nthe life she lived in the privacy of her quarters. We may stand at the\ndoor of the sanctuary where she met with God and learn a little. Says one\nof her lieutenants, 'It seemed to me that she prayed without ceasing. Her\nlife was one continual looking to God. She prayed upon rising. We prayed\ntogether after breakfast; later, she went to her room for an hour's\nprivate prayer and study; for special undertakings or emergencies she had\nspecial seasons of waiting upon God.'\n\nHow much there was to pray for. Her own soul and that of her lieutenant,\nthat they might be kept in touch with God. Her corps, every department of\nit; the local officers, the band, the songsters, the home league; the\nsoldiers and converts; the town, with its sin and indifference to the\nclaims of Christ, the finance. Then, hers was not a small soul. She loved\nthe whole wonderful Salvation Army of which she was a unit, and her\nleaders and comrades in all lands were remembered at the Throne of God.\nIt was a great strength to her to feel that she lived in the atmosphere\nof prayer. When in the midst of a specially heavy battle for souls, she\nwould write to comrades she knew had power in prayer and beg them\nspecially to help her to fight through to victory.\n\nVery real were the powers of darkness and evil against which this frail\nlittle woman set herself; sometimes they pressed her sore. She felt\nsomething of the sorrows and travail of soul of her Saviour, of whom it\nis written, 'And being in an agony, He prayed.' At times she suffered\nfrom depressions so heavy that they prostrated her. The lieutenant says,\n'At these times, all I could do was to let her feel that I was carrying\non, whilst she sought her chief remedy, prayer. By and by, she would come\nfrom her room, strengthened and peaceful, ready again for the fight.'\n\nWrites another of her helpers:--\n\n    She was a wonderful officer in public, but I love best to remember\n    how she conquered in her own private life. When we remember how she\n    attacked the devil's kingdom, we can well believe that he did not\n    leave her unmolested. She had her full share of difficulties,\n    hardnesses, disappointments, and physical weakness; but, whatever\n    her feelings were, she rose above them, and went on with her work.\n\n    In her office, over the fireplace, hung a large picture of Christ\n    in the Garden of Gethsemane. On her writing table was the same\n    picture, but small; so, if she lifted her eyes from her writing,\n    she was reminded of Him whom she loved with her whole heart. As He\n    conquered by prayer, so did she. One morning, one of the local\n    officers called to see her. When I went to her room to fetch her,\n    her eyes were red with weeping. 'Dear, I can't go down like this,'\n    she said; 'will you see to the business for me?' She had been\n    pleading--agonizing with God.\n\n    She was very sweet to me. I can see her smile now as she first\n    welcomed me to the quarters. I was very timid and helpless in\n    public work when I became her lieutenant, but she made me feel\n    that her responsibility was to make me a worthy officer. She said,\n    'I could get others to do the house-work; you are to be my comrade\n    in the fight.' She took me fully into her confidence, consulted me\n    about corps organization, difficulties, special efforts,\n    everything! She would tell me all her plans and then ask for mine.\n\n    The first time she insisted upon my taking the Sunday night address,\n    in spite of having laboriously prepared, I was so nervous that I\n    stopped, fairly played out, in the middle of my talk, but she got\n    up and encouraged me, and asked the comrades to pray. She helped me\n    so much that to give a Bible address is not a difficulty now. I\n    learned to forget myself.\n\n    Had she a weakness? Well, it may seem much to say it, but though I\n    lived with her so long, I cannot think of one; she was an all-round\n    conqueror.\n\nWrites still another lieutenant:--\n\n    How I love her memory! My Bible was her parting gift to me, and in\n    it she marked the text: 'In all thy way acknowledge Him, and He\n    shall direct thy paths.' She passed on to me the method that\n    governed her own life.\n\nIn nothing did Kate Lee show her likeness to her Lord more than in her\npractical unselfishness. He wanted nothing from the world. He came to\ngive Himself to save it. It was so with her. A woman so popular could\nhave drawn to herself the homage and service of the crowd; but here she\nstood aloof. She welcomed, indeed she sought, gifts and service for the\nwork of The Army and the poor, but she wanted nothing for herself. When\nshe and her lieutenant were so pressed with work that they scarcely had\ntime to eat their food, her eye would rove over the corps, and she would\nselect a girl whom she felt had a true appreciation of the Kingdom of\nGod, and ask her if she would like to come to the quarters to help with\nthe house-work, so that the officers might be freer for soul-saving. Many\na girl counts it the honour of her life to have shared that saintly\nwoman's home, sat at her table, joined in the prayers, and done the work\nof the house. The Adjutant and lieutenant paid her out of their small\nallowance.\n\nTo her soldiers, Kate Lee delighted to preach the doctrine of Full\nSalvation from sin, and greatly she rejoiced over those who entered into\nthis glorious experience of freedom and power.\n\nOne comrade, who had been a Salvationist for twenty-seven years, a\nwhite-haired, sweet-spirited man, enjoyed his religion in the corps, but\nwas little more than a cypher as a soldier. In a holiness meeting, while\nthe Adjutant spoke from the text, 'Not by might, nor by power, but by My\nSpirit, saith the Lord,' the old soldier saw in a moment of revelation,\nthat if he were thoroughly yielded to God and obedient to the heavenly\nvision, the Holy Spirit would cleanse him from sin, and, despite his lack\nof personality, and very ordinary qualities, would empower him for\nservice. He went forward to the holiness table, seeking this experience.\nAttached to the corps was a young men's Bible class languishing for want\nof a leader. A few evenings after his consecration, the Adjutant told\nthis comrade that she wished him to take over the class. The habit of\nyears strong upon him, he began to plead his unfitness; but inwardly\nreminded of his covenant with God, went away to pray and returned to say\nhe was ready for service.\n\nHe laid hold upon those lads. Many young men, as officers, soldiers, and\nbandsmen, bless the day that Brother Fenwick claimed them for God. They\nare the fruit of his service.\n\nThe Adjutant was as watchful to help souls convicted of the need of a\nclean heart as to capture the unsaved. A sister writes:--\n\n    I am indebted to Kate Lee for leading me into the blessing of entire\n    sanctification. Attending a tent campaign she had inaugurated, after\n    her address setting forth the experience of holiness, she asked\n    those in the congregation who were living up to that standard to\n    rise. Condemnation filled my soul. I arose, but only to slip out of\n    the tent by a far door. The Adjutant noticed the move, and met me as\n    I was making my escape. Then she laboured until I knelt in full\n    surrender, yielding my all to God. One of my chief difficulties was\n    to wear Army uniform, but that was included in my consecration, and\n    from the putting on of my first Army bonnet, nearly twenty years\n    ago, I have been proud to witness for Christ in this way.\n\nAs a spiritual surgeon with skill in diagnosis, Kate Lee excelled. A\nsergeant-major of great devotion and good cheer fell into deep spiritual\ndepression. No amount of pulling himself together or shaking free of the\ndumps, availed anything. He became as miserable as when first convicted\nof sin. 'But why?' he asked himself the question over and over. 'I love\nGod with all my heart; I am fully consecrated to His service; then what\nis amiss?' No reply. To a Watch-Night service this man came, under a vow\nnot to leave his knees until he discovered the reason of this cloud and\nobtained deliverance.\n\nDuring the meeting, he, the chief local officer of the corps, made\nconfession before his comrades and knelt at the holiness table. The\nAdjutant sought to discover his difficulty. 'Sergeant-Major, have you a\ngrudge against any person? Now, think carefully.' The man was silent,\nsearching his heart. Presently he replied, 'You have found the spot.'\nYears before, a man had deceived him in a matter of business, thereby\nbringing much trial into his home. By dogged, hard work, the material\nloss had been overtaken, and the affair forgotten. But there it lay in\nhis heart. The remembrance of the man's name brought with it feelings of\nresentment and contempt. 'Lord, forgive me for my hardness of heart\ntoward that man as I now forgive him,' he cried. 'Cleanse my soul from\nevery stain of sin and fill me with perfect love.' In an instant the\ncloud lifted from his soul, and his heart was filled with singing. That\nwas a remarkable Watch-Night service. Other battles were fought and won,\nand not until two o'clock on New Year's morning did the meeting close,\nwith a final burst of praise, and with renewed consecration to fight for\nsouls during the coming year.\n\nDr. Garfield Carse, of Sunderland, became a soldier of the Sunderland\ncorps, and entered upon his medical career there, during the Adjutant's\nterm. He says:--\n\n    Adjutant Lee was a great advocate of holiness. She preached the\n    doctrine and lived the life. That was the key to her success. Her\n    theme expressed in many ways was, 'Put off the old man, and put\n    on Jesus Christ. Live so that your life reminds people of His\n    life.' She was a great spiritual help to me; understanding the\n    claims of a busy man, she would drop into my surgery and say, 'I\n    have come to visit you for five minutes.' She would read from\n    the Bible, a few choice verses that had refreshed her own soul\n    that day, and then would kneel and pray for me that I might\n    represent Christ in my particular sphere. She was a great woman!\n\nAn old local officer illustrates her meekness, when as a young officer\nshe was impulsive and arrived at quick conclusions on incomplete\nevidence. 'She believed I had done a wrong, and wanted me to ask\nforgiveness of people who were themselves in the wrong, but made a fair\nshowing. I said, 'No,' and kept to it. She did not turn bitter towards\nme, nor 'turn me down,' but was kind and sorry. By and by she saw she had\nbeen mistaken in her judgment, and said sweetly, 'Ah, yes, I see I was\nwrong that time.'\n\nSays another, 'What I thought she was when she came to us, I was sure\nthat she was when she went away.'\n\nKate Lee had a settled conviction that 'the servant of the Lord must not\nstrive.' A comrade says:--\n\n    If misunderstood, she would not justify herself, even in a way\n    that seemed wise to me. She would not attempt to hold her own.\n    She would stand up for others or for principle; but for herself,\n    she trusted the Lord to bring forth her righteousness as the\n    light, and her judgment as the noonday. She would say, 'It\n    doesn't pay to contend for self, dear. It ruffles one's spirit\n    and lessens one's influence. We must stoop to conquer.' I was\n    impetuous and hot before I knew her, but her life taught me the\n    meaning of the beatitude, 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall\n    inherit the earth.'\n\nDuring the last year of her life, Satan gathered his forces for a last\nonslaught upon Kate Lee's soul. She was stationed at the International\nTraining Garrison in London, and her health continuing to be frail, a\nchange was thought to be desirable for her. Therefore, she was appointed\nto take charge of the Home of Rest for Officers at Ramsgate. Only once\nbefore had she found it difficult to trust God concerning an appointment.\nAs to her health, she was quite prepared to die at her post, but to leave\nthe work of training those cadets for the field-work which she understood\nso well and loved with such a passion--could it be the will of God?\n\nFor some weeks the clear shining of her faith and joy suffered an\neclipse. She maintained a calm exterior, but, in sore spiritual distress,\nsent for an old, trusted comrade to come and see her. This officer tells\nof a very sacred interview:--\n\n    When it was convenient for us to have a quiet time in her room,\n    she turned upon me a face marked with intense suffering. She\n    said, 'I cannot feel this is God's will, and so I cannot be\n    happy. I have never felt like this before in all my experience.'\n    'But, Katy, what have we always preached? Don't we still believe\n    that a soul, really committed to God, cannot be moved, cannot be\n    hurt, except by His permission? He knows you are here. If, to\n    give up the thing you love best in life, is His test for you,\n    can't you trust Him and not take it from man, but from Him, and\n    say, \"Thy will be done\"?'\n\nMuch searching communion passed between the sister-comrades, and at last\nin answer to the question, 'Can you not just now take life from God, just\nas you have done for thirty years?' Kate replied with decision, 'Why, of\ncourse I can, and _I will_.' Then the comrades rejoiced together,\nknelt in prayer, and when they rose, peace had returned to Kate's heart\nand shone out of her eyes. 'She looked ten years younger,' says her\ncomrade. 'I had an appointment to keep and she some shopping to do. She\ntook a basket on her arm and tripped down the street with me as gaily as\nthe girl she was when I first knew her.'\n\nShortly orders came to proceed to Headquarters. She was needed for\ntraining work in another part of the world.\n\nThen, sudden, unexpected illness brought her face to face with eternity.\nAfter the doctor who gave the verdict had departed, the little maid went\nto Kate Lee's room to see if she needed anything and found her in tears.\n'Leave me a little while,' she said.\n\nAlone with her Lord, Kate Lee realized many things. There was no mistake.\nGently her Heavenly Father had been loosening her hold on the sword here,\nin preparation for higher service. This last trial of faith had been\nallowed that she might know at the end of her career, as at the\nbeginnings of her service, that she chose the will of God before her own\nway. By-and-by the little maid, with leaden sorrow dragging at her heart,\ncrept back to the Staff-Captain's door. She started as she met Kate's\ngaze. It was full of unutterable peace and joy. She smiled and stretched\nout her hands. 'It is all well. God's will is peace,' she said. From that\ntime until the end, only a few days later, except for the heat of the\nfurnace of suffering, Satan's fiery darts missed the mark. Kate had faced\nand overcome the last attack of the enemy. She won through to the end.\n\n\n\n\nXIV\n\nOFF DUTY\n\n\n\nThe Regulations of The Salvation Army provide for its officers to have,\nunder ordinary circumstances, from two to three weeks' furlough yearly.\nThis respite from strain upon body and soul which the work involves is\nbrief enough; it is due to their work, and it is expected that officers\nshould make the most of it. To assist them, the authorities have\ninstituted Homes of Rest at pleasant seaside resorts; at these\ninstitutions, for a very moderate charge, under good conditions and\nhealthful surroundings, a thorough rest may be enjoyed. But officers are\nperfectly free to make their own arrangements if they so desire.\n\nHow did Kate Lee take her holidays? What spirit moved her when the\npressure of responsibility for her particular charge was removed; when\nprofessionalism was, for the moment, dropped? 'Tell me about her\nholidays?' I asked of an old lieutenant.\n\nShe replied: 'I never knew Adjutant Lee take a holiday in the usual sense\nof the word. If she furloughed in London, much of her time was spent in\nvisiting her converts; if at the seaside, her Bible notes accompanied her\nthither, to be revised. A few years ago she and I spent a few days\ntogether in the country. For months the Adjutant had been working at very\nhigh pressure; she was too tired to read or write, but not too tired to\nmeditate upon God and His goodness. Those five days are a precious memory\nto me because of the interchange of thought we enjoyed.'\n\nSo that officers may take their brief furlough without attracting\nattention to themselves, or receiving unlimited calls for service, they\nlay aside their uniform. The only 'private' clothing that Kate allowed\nherself were two or three white blouses, a panama hat for summer, and a\nblue felt for winter. These she wore, with her uniform blue serge skirt\nand 'three-quarter' jacket. When on holiday, she often travelled in her\nuniform so as to have more opportunities for blessing the people.\n\n'Tell me about Kate's holidays,' I asked, still curious of Commandant\nLucy Lee. Into her eyes stole a faraway look, and after some hesitation,\ncame vague answers.\n\n'Well,' she began, 'last year we had our holiday together, preparing the\nHome of Rest at Ramsgate; the year before, Kate came to me in France. We\nhad a lovely time visiting the hospitals and camps together; but, of\ncourse, it was not exactly a rest. And the year before that we spent them\nfixing up this little home. We did enjoy that. And the year before\nthat?----'\n\nSomething else unsatisfactory to my way of thinking. 'But tell about a\nnice restful holiday at the seaside, or in the country where, out in the\nopen, Kate just unwound and was refreshed for her work.'\n\n'Well'--Lucy half closed her eyes and smiled wistfully--'somehow there\nalways seemed something to prevent plans like that. So long as we could\nbe together and have a quiet time, we were perfectly happy.'\n\nUntil the end of her life, a certain insularity clung to Kate Lee. She\ngloried to fight in a crowd, but she could not rest with a crowd. When\nset free from duty, all she longed for was some quiet corner with the\nprotecting love of her sister--that love which perfectly understands and\nmakes no demands--filling the days with tenderness. As her sister\nsuggests, something generally turned up that made arrangements for real\nrest and change difficult to arrange. On the face of things, we might\njudge that in this particular Kate Lee's usual common sense and good\nmanagement failed her; but to one who has seen behind the scenes, into\nthe hidden life of this remarkable woman, it would appear, rather, that\nin the matter of rest, as in other affairs touching her temporal\nhappiness, God shut her up to Himself and taught her, first for her own\njoy, and then through her life taught others the possibility of having\nnothing, and yet possessing all things.\n\nDuring one furlough, Kate determined to feel for herself the conditions\nof the very poor. To this end she spent a night amongst the women who\nfrequent our Women's Shelter in the East End of London.\n\nDressing in rags, she went to the door, paid her pence for a bed, passed\ninto the long dormitory and, flattering herself that she was so well got\nup that she would not attract attention, sat down beside her bunk. But\nsoon she discovered that she was the centre of discussion.\n\n'Poor thing, she's not used to this,' mumbled an old woman, steadily\nsurveying her. Presently another, remarking that she would need some\nsupper, offered her a mug of tea; another, a piece of bread. She accepted\nthe bread, but said she was not thirsty, only tired, and would go to bed.\nShe proceeded to lie down with her clothes on. Now the women were sure\nshe had never been there before. 'Oo ever 'eard tell of agoing to bed wif\nclose on?' they remarked in loud whispers. But seeing the poor, tired\nthing would not be advised, they pitied her, told her the most\ncomfortable way to lie, and left her alone.\n\nThe details of that long night remained clear in the Adjutant's memory.\nThe miserable seared days of these women were echoed in their sleep.\nGroans; curses; snatches of song; angry or weary talk, with heavy\nbreathing troubled the night. Oh, the sorrows that follow in the wake of\nsin; it pressed upon Kate Lee's heart until it felt like breaking.\n\nWith the first streak of dawn she rose, and noiselessly stealing out,\nescaped into the street. She felt cold and sick. Standing at a corner,\nshe hailed a bus. The driver gave her a glance and drove on. She hailed\nanother and another, but none would stop. They did not want to carry such\nas she. At last she managed to board a street car, and the passengers\neyed her as she crouched in a corner. She knew, perhaps for the first\ntime, what it really meant to be poor, and hungry, and despised. From\nthat morning she believed that the very poor suffer more in spirit than\nin body, and she used her experience powerfully to plead their cause.\n\nOne of her furloughs was spent in Sunderland. That visit is still the\ntalk of the corps; it seemed that in those few days she laid a hand of\nlove upon all. And how full was Kate's heart of grateful joy when she\nturned homeward. One of her most wonderful trophies, after fighting a\nsplendid fight for years, had slipped back into the depths of sin. She\nfound him desperately ill and wretched; drew him back to the Saviour; saw\nhim restored and comforted, and held his hands as he waded the river of\ndeath, till his spirit reached the other side. Then she buried his mortal\nremains.\n\nHer longer furloughs, those occasioned by illness, found her the same\nloving, watchful, ministering spirit, as when in health. After the\noperation, which followed her farewell from the field, she spent a few\ndays in hospital. Suffering much, and unable to sleep, still she noticed\nthat one of the nurses wore a sad expression. Waiting until she came to\nattend to her at midnight, she engaged her in conversation, and,\nspiritual specialist that she was, got to the root of the nurse's\ntrouble. She had lost faith and her life was sadly clouded. At midnight.\nwhile others slept, in that palace of pain, Kate led her nurse to the\nSaviour.\n\nLater, at the Officers Nursing Home at Highbury, London, she shared a\nroom with an officer from India, and delighted in this unexpected way to\ncome in closer touch with our missionary work. As health returned, the\ntwo officers talked India to their hearts' content. The major from the\nEast confided her fears, that the little girls of the Industrial Home she\nhad just left would miss their Christmas this year. 'Do not worry about\nit, they shall have their dollies,' replied the Adjutant. As soon as she\nwas able to write, she sent letters to many friends, begging for dressed\ndolls in time to reach India by Christmas. Fifty dollies take some\ngetting, and the number was still incomplete when the Adjutant arrived at\nthe Bexhill Home of Rest. An officer who was resting in the Home writes:--\n\n    She was just a shadow, sweet, mostly silent, with a cheerful,\n    heartening smile. The officers saw in her the visible proof that\n    unrestrained service pays; that God gives good recompense for all\n    that is done for Him. The Adjutant's quiet enthusiasm roped in\n    ready assistance, and in good time, the dollies, beautifully dressed\n    and packed, with additional tiny surprises were ready. She could well\n    have been excused from such spending of time and effort, but it never\n    dawned on Kate Lee that she needed to be excused. She gave all the\n    time without effort, without knowing that she gave; to her it was\n    just life. To those officer-comrades who assisted her, however, she\n    was all gratitude. It was so splendid, she said, that they, being\n    weary, should volunteer to do this sewing for the little Indian\n    girls. She only saw their work, she never glimpsed her own, so\n    utterly unselfish was her spirit.\n\nThe Adjutant had hoped that her retirement from the battle's front might\nonly be for a short time; but the nasal trouble was deep-seated, and her\ngeneral health was affected. She needed a course of surgical treatment,\nand it was arranged for her to rest in London.\n\nHer experience somewhat resembled that of the apostle Philip, when he was\ncaught up from the joys of a revival and set down in a desert. It was an\nexperience difficult to understand, for her to retire, sick and wounded,\nto the rear, when there was so much to be done at the front of the\nbattle, so much that she might do. But we have seen how she had fought\nthe battle out, and she entered 'the desert,' her heart at peace with\nGod, ready to accept any small opportunities for service that might come\nher way.\n\nShe was too frail to attend meetings, but she took up her pen, and having\nleisure for the first time in her Army career, revelled in the\nopportunity of writing for our periodicals. Each paper received helpful\ncontributions. In a brief article which appeared anonymously in 'The\nYoung Soldier' we catch a glimpse of her happy spirit at this time:--\n\n    Sometimes I go to visit men who are in jail, and try to make them\n    see that Jesus cares for them though they have done wrong. Then\n    they talk to me. Some have told me about the mice in their cells.\n    When they feel lonely, the prisoners are glad to have the company\n    of even a little mouse. I am a prisoner just now, although I am\n    not made to stay in a cell; but when an Army officer is shut away\n    from all the poor people she loves and wants to help, it seems\n    very much like being in a prison; but I have some little friends\n    who come to cheer me. At least, I think they look upon me as\n    their friend, for they come to my window and peep in at me so\n    knowingly. Then I open the window very gently and they wait until\n    I put some scraps from my plate on the sill, and then they have\n    such a feast.\n\n    One of my little sparrow friends is partly blind. He only seems\n    able to see out of one eye. I guess he has been in some fight and\n    got the worst of it. It seems very bad for a bird to fight and\n    have to suffer; but then he did not know any better, and perhaps\n    he was fighting an enemy bird who tried to hurt his family. One\n    day, when I was watching my sparrow friends on the sill, to my\n    surprise I saw a little mouse pop out of the ivy which hangs\n    round my window. Very quickly he picked up a piece of fat that I\n    had put there for the sparrows, and then ran off so fast; and,\n    what do you think? he brought another little mouse with him. Now\n    they come along about the same time each evening, just when the\n    birds are having their supper. I know that mice like to sip\n    milk, and once I dropped just a little milk on the window-sill\n    for them. Oh, how they enjoyed it! You would have laughed to\n    see what they did after that; they sat up, and rubbing their\n    wet hands together, made what looked like a soapy lather, and\n    washed their faces.\n\n    Some small children make a fuss if only their lips are washed\n    after a meal; they do not seem to care how sticky they are; but\n    my mice do, they like to be clean and tidy. God's tiny creatures\n    teach us many lessons, and if you little ones are wise you will\n    try, as great King Solomon advised, to learn something from them\n    all.\n\nThe daughter of the house in which Kate Lee had taken rooms, attracted\nher. Commandant Lucy Lee lent the girl the two volumes of 'Catherine\nBooth: the Life of The Army Mother,' which she read with delight. In the\nloving, eager spirit of this school girl, Ina, Kate detected something\nwhich reminded her of her own early longings. All her spiritual\nmother-love went out to Ina, and she led her into the Kingdom of God,\nand then step by step along the way of the Cross and the highway of\nholiness.\n\nIt was some time before permission was gained for the new convert to\nbecome a Salvationist, but gradually the parents began to recognize the\nbeauty of a life wholly yielded to God, and became willing for their\ndaughter to go Kate Lee's way, and all the way. Kate did not make things\neasy for this new recruit. When she saw the spiritual light burning\nbrightly in her soul, and the heavenly vision leading Ina to visit the\nsaloons, she encouraged her, and frail though she herself was, she\nintroduced her to the best way of doing this work. An anonymous article\nwritten to 'The Warrior' shows how this corps cadet learned to fight:--\n\n    Ina's heart was filled with a great longing. She was tired, yet\n    not satisfied, at the end of a busy Sunday. Going to and from the\n    meetings, teaching a company of Juniors, seeking souls in the\n    prayer meetings, and yet how little she seemed to be doing when\n    the need was so great.\n\n    Then a voice said, 'Go to the saloons, and try and win some poor\n    drink-slave for Jesus.' How could she obey? She had never\n    darkened the doors of such places. Brought up in a sheltered\n    home, she had never seen the sad effects of drink, nor all the\n    miseries that follow in its train. But the call had come, and\n    months ago she had promised to follow where Jesus led. Securing\n    a bundle of 'War Crys,' Ina started off, trembling at the thought\n    of her venture. As she reached the first drink-shop with its\n    startling sign, 'The Tiger,' the idea of entering it seemed to\n    her agitated mind as impossible as to attack such a ferocious\n    beast. The suggestion of leaving such a task for an older and\n    more experienced comrade was natural; but no, the call had come;\n    there must be no retreat. So with a prayer for wisdom and\n    strength, she stumbled through the darkened entrance, and as the\n    door swung open, a blaze of light dazzled her eyes. Such a sight\n    met her fearful gaze! Men drinking, women huddled together\n    supping the stuff that is cursing the homes and blighting the\n    lives of little children. The whole atmosphere was repelling.\n    The tobacco smoke, the sickly smell of beer, and the coarse\n    jests that fell upon her ears; but her spirit rose to the\n    attack in the name of the Lord, as the boy David of the Bible\n    had faced the giant.\n\n    There was a sudden hush as the crowd looked at this uniformed\n    girl in an out-of-the-way district, and the murmur went round,\n    'Salvation Army.'\n\n    'Yes,' said the corps cadet, 'and I have come to ask you to\n    buy a \"War Cry.\"'\n\n    'We don't want war, Miss; we've had too much already.'\n\n    'Yes,' answered the cadet, 'but the outcome of the Salvation War\n    means an everlasting peace.'\n\n    The word peace seemed to change the atmosphere. 'We know you're\n    all right,' a voice answered. 'You mean well. Here's a penny,\n    miss.' And then another, and yet other hands were stretched out\n    for a paper.\n\n    Whilst she was handing round the papers, Ina's heart was going\n    up to the Lord in prayer that each might be the means of\n    blessing, and even directing some soul into the way of life.\n    Then with a kindly smile and a hearty 'God bless you,' she\n    passed out and into another bar. Here sat a military man\n    drinking with his wife. 'Will you buy a \"War Cry\"'? she asked.\n    'No,' came the rough answer. Then turning to the wife, an appeal\n    was made. In a nervous, confused way the woman bent her head\n    low, and sought for a penny for the paper. The husband seemed\n    touched by his wife's action which may have called to mind their\n    better days. 'Well, miss, I couldn't buy a \"War Cry,\" as I like\n    my beer, and I don't want to be a hypocrite.' But the cadet\n    told him he could read a 'War Cry' even if he did like his\n    beer, but she prayed in her heart that it might be the means of\n    making him hate his beer.\n\n    The man and woman read interest and love in the young face, and\n    as she left the place, with a 'Good-night, and God bless you,'\n    the words echoed after her.\n\n    Crossing the road with renewed energy, she was soon within the\n    doors of 'The Little Bear,' which was known as one of the\n    roughest houses of that quarter. Sitting in the corner was an\n    old man whom she asked to buy a 'War Cry.'\n\n    'Yes,' he answered warmly, 'after what you did after the air\n    raid last week, I should think I would.' Sitting huddled in\n    another corner was a poor, wretched 'drunk,' ragged, dirty,\n    and woe-begone. Seeing the Salvationist, and before she had\n    opportunity of offering him a 'War Cry,' he held out a penny\n    saying, 'Here, give us one; I like you people.' Before she\n    left he was made to feel that The Army loved such as he--and\n    who knows the result of that word?\n\n    'The Lion' had still to be attacked, but Ina had the value of\n    her experience in 'The Tiger' and 'The Bear,' and no longer\n    trembled. It was not all smooth sailing. We are not told if\n    the lions in Daniel's den lay down perfectly still, or whether\n    some came close to him, sniffing and snarling; but we are told\n    that they were powerless to hurt God's child. Even in this\n    vile place the devil could only go 'so far.' His servants\n    seemed forced to give respect to God's messenger in spite of\n    themselves.\n\n    The saloon-keeper's wife appeared on the scene and bought a\n    'Young Soldier.' Ina was quick to enrol her as a customer, and\n    now, week by week, 'The Young Soldier' is handed to her little\n    daughter with the prayer that her father and mother may be led\n    to God. As Ina enters the saloon bar there is a respectful\n    hush and the little missionary is able to sow the seed. A\n    soldier is accosted who is on leave from the trenches. He\n    tells of his troubles, of that terrible battle when he felt\n    his need of God. Before she leaves him a tear is seen, as he\n    promises to seek God. Many such incidents are happening week\n    by week as she goes on her round. Only eternity will reveal\n    the outcome of such efforts.\n\n    Is there another corps cadet who should take up this work?\n\nCorps Cadet Ina writes of the influence of her spiritual mother upon her\nlife:--\n\n    After I had become a Salvationist and longed to work as she\n    had worked, she accompanied me to teach me the art of\n    successful 'saloon-raiding.' She made several bar frequenters\n    special cases. Sometimes she got them to give her their names,\n    and these went on our special prayer list. We had cases in\n    the saloons as well as the bar. If she could induce them to\n    give their addresses, she would take me with her to visit\n    them in their homes, or would keep in touch with them by\n    writing. We had several conversions.\n\n    As we walked from one place to another, she would impress\n    upon me the importance of keeping in the spirit. 'It is not\n    merely selling \"The War Cry,\"' she would say; 'it is the\n    grand opportunity of dropping words for God.'\n\nAs we see this warrior broken in health, undergoing continual treatment\nof a very painful nature, yet week by week accompanying the corps cadet\nto saloons in a district outlying the ordinary activities of an Army\ncorps, we realize the truth of The General's words:--\n\n    Her appetite grew by what it fed on. She loved sinners from the\n    beginning, but she went on until she could not live without\n    them. She was insatiable. Her soul could not be satisfied in\n    any other way. She was always working for souls, seeking souls,\n    knocking at the doors of mercy for souls, loving souls.\n\nThe corps cadet continues:--\n\n    I thank God for sending her into my life. For years she was The\n    Salvation Army to me, all I knew of it; and years before I was\n    permitted to go to a Salvation Army meeting, I had determined\n    that God and The Army would have all my life.\n\n    Her life was wonderful. Even though ill and on rest she had a\n    plan for every hour of the day. Sometimes she would visit the\n    people. If they disappointed her she would try the harder to\n    win them. She was always hunting round to help families in need.\n\n    She spent a great deal of time in writing, and when I would\n    persuade her to leave her desk and come for a walk, she would\n    give me what she termed, 'Field Drill.' Oh, those talks; how I\n    treasure the memory of them! On one of the last occasions she\n    said to me, 'The sins of the world will do one of three things\n    for you; they will either harden your heart, or break it, or\n    soften it. _I want you to have a soft, tender heart_.'\n\n    Sometimes she would commend me; but, as a true friend, she would\n    also reprimand me when I needed it, yet always in love, showing\n    me where I might be better. She taught me how to study the Bible,\n    and infused into my heart some of her love for it. 'I mean to\n    make the Bible my one book. It is one of my New Year's\n    resolutions,' she told me at the beginning of this year, and at\n    the same time mentioned a new idea which would make study of the\n    Word of God more easy.\n\n    She taught me by example, as well as by what she said, to conquer\n    by prayer.\n\n    When she was not writing articles or revising subject notes, she\n    wrote letters to those she had been the means of blessing.\n    Beautiful letters they were; sometimes she delighted me by\n    dictating them and letting me type them for her.\n\n    Although she found her long periods of rest trying because of\n    her great love for souls, she maintained a bright, beautiful\n    spirit, and had a smile whenever one saw her. She compared her\n    last few years to a long dark tunnel, and just before she died,\n    when anticipating her new appointment, she said, 'I really\n    believe I'm coming to the end of it at last.'\n\nSurely one of the most beautiful pictures in Kate Lee's life is here.\nIll, in a sense alone and amongst strangers, yet triumphant, filling the\ndays with any little services that came to her hand, performing them as\nfaithfully as she had performed her field duties in the glare of the\nlimelight, and seeking to bring into one young life the spirit that would\ngive to the world a warrior after her own heart, against the day that her\nown feet could no longer be swift and beautiful for God.\n\n\n\nXV\n\nAT HER DESK\n\n\n\nIn John Wesley's house in the City Road, London, is a small room which\nwas built expressly to be the prayer-chamber of the Founder of Methodism.\nWhen I entered the small sitting-room of one of Kate Lee's field\nquarters, I was conscious of feelings of reverence similar to those which\npossessed me in Wesley's prayer-room. There she had wrestled and prayed,\nplanned and studied, written and interviewed callers who sought her help.\nIt was holy ground.\n\nThe sitting-room of the little home which she enjoyed for the last two or\nthree years of her life, was a reflex of her character in modesty,\nsimplicity, and usableness. A soft green paper covered the walls, dark\nlino the floor, a rug or two here and there; a writing-desk, book-case, a\ncottage piano, a couple of easy chairs, and a couch completed the\nfurniture. On the walls and mantleshelf were Army photos, a print of\nChrist at prayer; a few treasures, 'with a meaning' (her sister\nexplains), picked up here and there as mementoes of her furloughs; a\nsmall French bronze of Jesus carrying His cross; a petrified bird's nest,\nwhich has served as an object lesson in children's meetings, and so on.\n\nThis quiet room was the dearest of retreats to Kate Lee. Here, with her\nsister, who anticipated her every wish and lavished love upon her, she\nshut the door upon the world with its turmoils, and gave herself up to\nstudy and rest. Her books were her greatest treasures. In them she\nenjoyed the company of the greatest and best of souls, who believed as\nshe believed, fought for the things she counted worth while, and\ntriumphed as she was endeavouring to triumph.\n\nHer bookshelf contained, perhaps, one hundred volumes in all; chosen, as\nwere all her small possessions, with an eye to the highest values.\n\nA notebook furnishes a list of the books she read during her field\nservice; they included The Founder's and The Army Mother's works,\nFinney's 'Revivals,' many biographies, Meyer's 'Bible Characters,' and\nmore thoughtful studies such as Butler's 'Analogy.' How she had managed\ntime for reading during those busy, rushed days, is revealed in a reply\nto a young officer who had consulted her on self-improvement. She wrote,\n'I trained myself to read one chapter of some good book every day.'\n\nTo sit at the desk where Kate Lee had worked, open its drawers and draw\nout the contents, was to discover on everything the stamp of the\nprinciples which had governed her life. Everything was in perfect order.\nHere is her diary, a memorandum of coming events and engagements\nfulfilled; and her accounts. Here a locked box; in it a tiny leather bag,\nholding the balance of her 'Lord's money,' with a reference to her diary\nfor the exact amount due; also the covenant mentioned elsewhere. A\nmuch-worn 'Where Is It?' contains a record, with shorthand remarks, of\nevery address she had delivered, in alphabetical order of the place where\nshe had spoken. She commenced these entries at her second corps, nearly\nthirty years earlier, and by reference, could ascertain in a few minutes\nthe addresses or lectures she had given on Holiness, Salvation, Social,\nor other subjects, whether in Sunderland, Brighton, Croydon, Thetford, or\nelsewhere. For her there was no unpleasant wondering as to whether she\nmight repeat her subject on a return visit anywhere.\n\nKate had a peculiar shyness and reserve regarding her subject-notes. They\nwere sacred to her; she had received them on her knees 'in the mount,'\noften in loneliness and tears. Commandant Lucy drew out from her sister's\ndesk three half-leather, locked volumes. She handled them gently, smiled\nand hesitated a moment, 'No one but Kate has ever opened these,' she\nsaid. 'Sometimes I used to tease her, and pretend to take one up, but no,\nuntil the end that was not allowed.'\n\nA key was inserted in one of the books, and it fell open. Treasure trove\nindeed! Six hundred pages of most carefully prepared subject-notes and\nillustrations on every imaginable topic that might appeal to the soul.\nEvery page an example of method, care, and good taste.\n\nUnder bold, red headings, in her shapely, flowing hand, the various\nsubjects are classified, and set out. The second volume is similar; the\nthird is only half filled, and turning to the end it seems as though she\nanticipated that this was to be her last book, for there are personal\nnotes and entries on the chief events of her life. The latter begins,\n'Born August 3, 1872; born again September 17, 1885. First bonnet,\nAlexandra Palace, 1887; Trade Headquarters, November 20, 1889.\nCommissioned Lieutenant, June 20, 1890. Chalk Farm Training Garrison,\nJune 19, 1892.' Then follow her appointments till the last, which appears\nin pencil, when she was 'Awaiting appointment.'\n\nThere are mottoes she chose on New Year's Day for many years. Among the\nnumber are 'Keep thy Soul Diligently'; 'Deal Courageously and Deal with\nthe Ones '; 'Obey, Bear, Seek'; 'Stand by the Flag.'\n\nThe first of the subject-notes in the last of the volumes deals with\nBarabbas. One sees him in the dungeon, a thief, a terror. There is a\npicture of the world in his day. He is called to die. Christ appears.\nChrist dies for Barabbas.\n\nThe next notes are on 'Life. How to view it. The Servant; the Mistress;\nthe Workman; the Master; the Soldier; the Sergeant; the Local Officer;\nthe Officer.'\n\nEzekiel seemed to have gripped the Adjutant's imagination during the last\nyear of her life; she had prepared several powerful addresses from his\nprophecies.\n\n'Paradise Lost' and 'Paradise Regained' provides thought for several\nclosely-packed pages. Then follow a series of addresses to young people\non Good Behaviour. I. At Home. II. In the Street. III. In The Salvation\nArmy Citadel. IV. Toward the Opposite Sex. V. On Tobacco. VI. Reading.\n\nThere are comprehensive notes on Christianity.\n\nNotes of a Session at the College for Staff Officers.\n\nTwenty closely written pages on the Bible. How written? Why so called?\nWritten by whom? Notes on each book. Translations, etc.\n\nMadam Guyon on prayer.\n\nMany pages on 'Preaching' being expressions from master preachers,\nshowing how to capture the souls of men.\n\nTo fill over one thousand pages with careful, close writing, took time.\nBut Kate Lee did no fancy work; she never gossiped; she kept no pets; she\ndid not even 'garden'; she seldom went for a walk except on a mission.\nShe cared only for those things that would forward the Kingdom of God,\nand while some played with shells and made sand castles that a day's tide\nswept away, she delved in the King's mines, finding precious things\nwherewith to serve the Holy War.\n\nKate gathered in order to give out again. Her gift of expression was\nsmall at the beginning, but she so stirred it up and improved it, that,\nwith increasing ease, she was able by both spoken and written word to\nexpress her thoughts in simple, direct English that reached hearts. The\nknowledge grew upon her that she would not always be able for public\nwork, and she determined to prepare herself to appeal to souls by her\npen. In her last letter to her sister, she wrote:--\n\n    There are one or two things I would like you to see to for me. In\n    the cupboard, under my writing-desk, you will find some articles I\n    have written. No. 1. 'Temples of Fire.' It is a subject that has\n    been upon my soul for a long time. I did not offer this series for\n    publication as I intended to shape it up again. I hardly know if the\n    articles will be considered worth accepting; but if something could\n    be done with them, I should be glad.\n\n    There is another series I was trying to write on 'The Master's\n    Locals.' You will also find, 'The Story of Jesus,' and 'Thoughts\n    about the Cross,' and several other little articles. I am afraid\n    none of them are up to the mark, but if anything could be done with\n    them to help souls, I should rejoice.\n\nThese manuscripts show how she spared herself no pains to prepare a\nmessage. Over and over again she would draft a sentence, a page, or an\narticle until she felt the message to be arresting. Then she sent it\nforth with much love and prayer. When it appeared in print--often\nanonymously--sometimes under her name or initials, she delighted and\nwondered that God gave to her the broad platform of The Army\npublications. The following articles, both of which appeared in 'The War\nCry,' indicate something of the fresh, crisp heart messages that she gave\nto saint and sinner from her platform. When pressed by editors of The\nArmy publications for an article, she took some hours from her sleep in\norder to prepare them for the press. Kate did not speak from notes. She\nhad in her Bible a few headings on a sheet of paper, but having prepared\nher subject with great prayerfulness, after reading the Scriptures she\nleft the reading desk, and in the simplicity and earnestness of her pure\nsoul, freely gave out her message.\n\n    A GLORIOUS CLEANSING\n    _'Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst make me clean'_\n    (Matthew viii. 2)\n\n    The story of the leper is, to my mind, one of the most wonderful\n    stories in the Bible, as it so forcibly illustrates how God looks\n    upon and deals with sin. Leprosy was in the days of Christ an\n    acknowledged type of sin, and we see in the condition of the leper\n    a picture of its utter loathsomeness.\n\n    I fancy I see the poor fellow outside the city gate--cut off from\n    his home and friends.\n\n    But they do not forget him, and each morning some loved one--a mother,\n    perhaps--at an early hour comes to the gate and there places a little\n    basket of provisions sufficient for his needs of the day. Then she\n    goes away, and from a distance watches the poor creature draw near,\n    and take the much-needed food. One morning the basket must, I fancy,\n    have contained, in addition to the food, a message which, as the poor\n    leper reads, brings a ray of hope into his wretched, weary life.\n\n    The note tells of Jesus, the wonderful Christ, who is going about\n    healing all kinds of incurable diseases, and even raising the dead\n    to life.\n\n    'Oh, if only _you_ could _see_ Him! If only you could get\n    near enough to Jesus, there might be a chance for you, my poor boy!'\n    his mother may have written.\n\n    As he reads, his poor face brightens as he murmurs to himself, 'Yes,\n    I will try, I will risk all; I will chance the consequences.'\n\n    Let us look at him a moment. Here is vileness indeed, a very type of\n    impurity; and here we see how sin looks in the eyes of God.\n\n    His limbs swollen, his hair white, tumours appear on his jaws, his\n    breath noisome, and his whole person fitted to inspire loathing.\n\n    Leprosy is infectious and of slow progress. It begins within the body,\n    and throws out a moisture which corrupts the outside, and covers it\n    with a kind of white scale. It is said that the body becomes so hot\n    that a fresh apple held but an hour in the hand will be withered and\n    wrinkled. The parts of the body infected become insensible, and in\n    time fall off.\n\n    The leper is conscious that he is vile. He wears the leper's garment,\n    and day by day from his lips comes the mournful cry, 'Unclean,\n    unclean!'\n\n    Then, the leper is not only conscious of his vileness, and\n    acknowledges it, but he despairs of cleansing. He knows that unless\n    some Supreme Power intervenes death will ensue.\n\n    It was, perhaps, his desperate condition which led this leper, of whom\n    we speak, to break, with heroic courage, through the ceremonial law,\n    and to expose himself to the risk of being stoned to death that he\n    might cast himself at the Saviour's feet.\n\n    See him venturing through the gate into the city to find Jesus. And\n    when at last he approaches the place where he expected to see Jesus,\n    he discovers to his great disappointment that the Lord has gone up\n    the mountain side.\n\n    I fancy I see the leper crouching, waiting, and watching for Jesus. At\n    last, that wonderful Form appears, and comes down the mountain with a\n    great crowd following.\n\n    How can he get to Jesus? is the leper's first thought. With a dash and\n    the cry,' Unclean!' which causes the crowd to make way and shrink back\n    in horror, he rushes forward and prostrates himself at the feet of\n    Jesus. 'Lord, if Thou wilt,' he cries, 'Thou canst make me clean.'\n\n    Here we see the vast difference between curiosity and need. The crowd\n    follow out of curiosity. The leper flings himself in abandon at Jesus'\n    feet because of his need. _Need_ alone will make a man really\n    come to Jesus. The soul that feels its need, and realizes its sin,\n    will make an effort--a dash to get to God.\n\n    Listen to the leper's prayer! 'Lord.' He owns Jesus as his Lord. He\n    makes a complete, unconditional, and unreserved surrender, and feels\n    his helplessness! Only God can save him! That is the way to come to\n    Jesus!\n\n    His was a model prayer--simple, short, direct. It was grounded in a\n    glorious faith in the power of Christ to heal; a prayer that did not\n    limit God; believed, indeed, that with Him nothing was impossible.\n\n    It is well to recollect that God has never failed with a case yet.\n    Those who have wandered the farthest away from Him, those who have\n    sunk the lowest, He can restore, and will never turn His ear from a\n    prayer fashioned like that of the leper's.\n\n    I fancy I see the breathless crowd shrinking back in horror! I fancy,\n    too, that I hear those clear, beautiful words ring forth: 'I will; be\n    thou clean.' But Jesus not only speaks; to the astonishment of the\n    crowd, He puts forth His hand and _touches_ the leper. That touch\n    may have been a violation of the letter of the law, but not of the\n    spirit. Jesus knew His touch would give healing to the leper, and not\n    pollution to Himself.\n\n    At the cry of the leper, Jesus touched him immediately, true figure of\n    God's readiness to forgive and cleanse sin.\n\n    Jesus is the same to-day. He deals with sin and the sinner in the same\n    way. If you will come in the same spirit as the leper, His hand will\n    be immediately stretched forth to save.\n\n    When Jesus touched the leper I can picture the crowd drawing nearer.\n    They watch the wonderful change take place. A flush passes over the\n    leper's pale face, the despairing look gives way to an overwhelming\n    look of joy. The cringing stoop and feeble gait change to an upright\n    attitude and a firm tread. See him going to show himself to the\n    priest. He is commanded to 'tell no one,' but as he goes he meets an\n    old friend. The temptation is too great; he tells him what has\n    happened, and then another and another. He cannot keep the truth in,\n    but blazes it abroad.\n\n    Oh! If you would find Christ you must push through the difficulties\n    and the hindrances that would keep you away from Him. If, in the\n    spirit of the leper, you come as you are, conscious of your sin,\n    confessing it with faith in God's power to cleanse you, you will\n    hear the selfsame words from those gracious lips: 'I will; be thou\n    clean,' and immediately your leprosy, your sin, will leave you.\n\n      I see the new creation rise,\n        I hear the speaking Blood;\n      It speaks! Polluted nature dies,\n        Sinks 'neath the cleansing Flood.\n\n      The cleansing Stream I see, I see,\n        I plunge, and, Oh it cleanseth me!\n      Oh, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me!\n        It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me!\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n    HARVESTS: JOY AND SORROW\n    _'The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few'_\n    (Matthew ix. 37)\n\n    As we read these words of the Master we fancy we can see His benign\n    and majestic Presence as He stops and, turning round, looks not upon\n    the beautiful harvest fields, with waving corn, but upon the vast\n    field of the world, with its teeming masses of humanity.\n\n    So many are ready to look upon the cornfields of gain, to look for\n    something to fill their baskets and store, but hearts like the\n    Master's are wanted that see the great harvest fields of humanity,\n    all ripe and ready to be gathered in. Hearts are wanted that will\n    not only go out in sentimental sympathy, but that will give a\n    helping hand, where it is required, leaving the fields of gain, and\n    toiling for love amidst human need. There seem to be two thoughts\n    in the mind of the Master. As He speaks He strikes two notes--one of\n    joy, and one of sorrow.\n\n    A plentiful harvest always brings joy. Another harvest of the earth\n    is being gathered, and as I write I am looking upon the golden\n    cornfields, and see the men all busily engaged. Thank God for plenty!\n\n    Do we praise God sufficiently for His mercies? Do we always value\n    them? Sometimes we do not fully appreciate them until they are\n    withdrawn.\n\n    It seems to me that if the Master walked our crowded cities, He would\n    repeat again those words, 'Truly the harvest is plenteous.' Plenty to\n    reap; only labourers are wanted to go out. The masses are still there;\n    the need is for some one to go to the masses.\n\n    Then the note of sorrow seems to drown and spoil the note of joy. 'The\n    harvest is plenteous'--rejoice! 'But the labourers are few'--cause for\n    sorrow. The masses are there--the opportunity--but so few to take hold\n    of it. Corn to be gathered in, but few reapers.\n\n    The harvest was plenteous in the time of Christ, but it is even more\n    so now. The people are waiting for us, they expect us and look to us,\n    who are the followers of Christ, to go to their help!\n\n    Oh, the open doors! Was the door of the public ear ever more ready to\n    listen to us than at the present time? Those who once turned a deaf\n    ear, and did not believe in us, now say, 'Yes, you are right. You have\n    got the right thing, and are doing the right thing.'\n\n    Were people ever more ready to open their doors to us than they are\n    now? How they appreciate the visit of the Salvationist! The doors,\n    too, of the workhouses, the prisons, the hospitals are opening more\n    widely to us.\n\n    Yes, the people are ready to open their hearts to us. The poor\n    drunkard, as he rolls from one side of the road to the other, exclaims\n    when he sees a Salvationist, 'God--bless--General--Booth!'\n\n    The masses may not always rush as excitedly after us as they once did\n    --there are so many counter-attractions now--but they are there. We\n    must go to them; they need us.\n\n    I have heard the story of a little boy who lost his mother, and was\n    found lying upon her grave weeping and praying. Some one who had felt\n    moved to do something for the motherless boy discovered him in this\n    position. 'Jesus has sent me to you!' said the lady. 'I am going to\n    love you as my own little boy.' 'Oh,' he said, through his tears as\n    he looked up as though he had been expecting her, 'so Jesus has sent\n    you! You have been a long time coming though, haven't you?'\n\n    Do the sinners and drunkards feel we are a long time coming, because\n    the labourers are too few, and you have kept back from becoming one?\n\n    Above the note of joy, above the plentiful harvest, rings out so\n    loudly the note of sorrow--'But the labourers are few!' How few in\n    comparison to the masses! So few labourers who will put off the coat\n    of formality, who will pull up the sleeve of ease! Few who will work\n    by the sweat of their brow and make a sacrifice for souls! Sacrifice\n    is needed in God's service to-day as much as ever, and never was\n    there a more urgent call for men and women who, like our precious\n    General, can say, 'I am never out of it; I sleep in it; I shall die\n    in it.' Nothing worth anything can be accomplished without sacrifice.\n\n    How many are there in God's service who merely look on? More are\n    wanted who will work. The success of The Army has been because of its\n    willingness to come down to the level of the people--to strive to\n    save them. A reckless dying to self is what is needed. Was it not\n    dying made the harvest? The dying is part of the success. The grain\n    was dropped into the ground, and died before it could spring forth\n    and produce living results. There must be the dying to sin, and to\n    self, and self-interests.\n\n    Men and women of heart are wanted--men and women, who in seeking\n    souls will give themselves up in the spirit of the champion aviator\n    who said, 'If I had not succeeded I should not have been here. I was\n    determined to win, or die in the attempt.'\n\n    Labourers are wanted who will dig right deep down into the heart of\n    sorrow, and find those desires and longings after purity and goodness\n    which even the heart itself scarcely realizes are there.\n\n    In the man of the world, though one would hardly believe it as one\n    sees the cynical look and sneer and hears him say, 'I don't want your\n    church--your Army!' there is underneath, in spite of his apparent\n    indifference, a longing after God and a disgust of the world.\n\n    Men and women are wanted to grapple with the vast harvest--this great\n    opportunity--and to gather in God's sheaves. Oh, to leave the world\n    of vice and folly as naked as the earth is after the harvest! Empty\n    public-houses! Empty gambling dens! Empty abodes of impurity! Empty\n    slums! Empty all places where God is not! But thanksgiving in the\n    home; the House of God filled with rejoicing people, telling out of\n    hearts of gladness that labourers came into the fields of sin and\n    gathered them in.\n\nMany letters, folded and handled until almost worn to pieces, but\ntreasured above gold, lie before me. They are addressed to Kate Lee's\nspiritual children, to the sick, the discouraged, or those living far\nfrom an Army hall and rarely able to get to the meetings. These letters\nare short, often mere notes of one page, rarely running into more than\ntwo or three folios; and they are not clever. Kate had little imagination\nin her make up; she did not see pictures wherever her eyes lit, and never\nhad time to give to studied composition. The value of these letters to us\nis that any ordinary girl, anyone with a heart 'at leisure from itself'\ncould write such letters. Over and over again in The Army Founder's life\nwe find him saying, 'It is _heart_ work we want. HEART work.' It is\nbecause Kate Lee's letters came from a heart full of love that they\nreached hearts and never failed to bless them.\n\nShe had a delightful way of remembering the anniversary of some of her\ntrophies' conversion. She called them birthdays. Here is a little scrap\nto a man battling bravely against ill health and other adversities:--\n\n    I am enclosing a Money Order for five shillings so that you can get\n    some little thing for yourself or your wife. Just a little birthday\n    gift for _your twelfth birthday_. God bless you! Keep near to\n    Jesus and do all in your power to lead those around you to Him.\n    Praise Him that He has kept you all these years. He is a wonderful\n    Saviour and worthy of our praise.\n\nNo work of art was so beautiful in the eyes of Kate Lee as the\nphotographs of men and women to whom God had given 'beauty for ashes.'\nShe writes to one:--\n\n    The photo is lovely--I am proud of you. It gives me real joy to hear\n    that you are still wheeling your barrow around and reminding souls of\n    Eternity. Give my love to your precious wife.\n\nTo a man just lifted from a pit of sin, and whose feet still tottered,\nshe wrote:--\n\n    I cannot call and see you as I am away until Friday night Then I shall\n    look for you at the meeting. I have asked a comrade or so to call and\n    see you. I am praying much for you. Hold on to God, and He will\n    prosper you and bless you, and soon, if you only serve Him with all\n    your heart, things will be so different with you and your dear family.\n\nTo one in deep bereavement:--\n\n    I wish I had been home when the letter came so that I could have sent\n    you word by the next post. In these trying hours I rejoice that you\n    are fully the Lord's, and can trust Him. We cannot understand why\n    sorrow and bereavement should touch us, but God allows it in love.\n\nShe regarded the 'funniosities' of people with a large indulgence. One\nold comrade who had put on the uniform during her command at his corps,\nbelieved that no one could buy a jersey and cap so well as 'the dear\nAdjutant,' so wherever she was, he sent to her when he needed new\nuniform.\n\nHer Christmas remembrances did not take the form of considerable presents\nto special friends or comrades who might remember her in return. Rather,\nher love overflowed in a flood of loving messages. Calendars, leaflets,\ncards costing only a penny or two, with just a word of greeting, flew in\nall directions, carrying the remembrance of her smile, her voice, and her\nfaith and prayer that her comrades and friends would press on through\nsacrifice and service to victory.\n\nBut it would seem that the letters she most loved to write were to young\nofficers and those who wished to become officers. She counselled one:\n'Seek God with all your heart. If you will pay the price of letting Him\nhave all His way, He will fill you with a passion for souls.'\n\nTo a young captain she wrote a few weeks before her promotion to Glory:--\n\n    There is nothing in the world like soul-winning. If you will only give\n    up yourself wholly to it, and let God fit you for it, He, who is no\n    respecter of persons, can do for you as much as for any other soul\n    whom He has called.\n\n    I have found one of the greatest helps to soul-winning, next to Bible\n    study and prayer, is the reading of helpful books. I know that the\n    officer who does her duty to the people has little free time, but I\n    used to make myself spend a certain time each day in study, and kept\n    a note book to make notes of any paragraph that impressed me so that\n    I would not forget the thoughts which inspired me. Have you read\n    'Tongues of Fire,' by William Arthur; S. D. Gordon's 'Quiet Talks on\n    Prayer'? To read such books on your knees, drinking in the wonderful\n    truths they set forth, would help you towards the realization of all\n    your desires.\n\nKate Lee loved girls in their teens, and they were much drawn to her.\n\nSome officers who excel in helping the rag-tag class of young people, as\nKate Lee did, fight shy of those of refined training and better\neducation. This may possibly arise from a dread lest these keen young\nfolk may take their soundings and soon 'touch bottom' in many directions.\nKate feared nothing. Common-sense, an even balance, and true love count\nmost with the young, and of these qualities she had abundance.\n\nMajor Mary Booth says:--\n\n    Dear Angel Adjutant! How I loved her! Miriam and I, when we were in\n    our early teens, did several week-ends for her and I was much\n    impressed by her love for the poor. Her zeal, and the influence of\n    it, remains with me to-day. After the meetings were over, Miriam and\n    I, when taking supper with the Adjutant, often stayed till one\n    o'clock in the morning, listening to her tales of the poor drunkards.\n    I remember specially one night, she tried to drag us to bed, but we\n    finished by getting her to sit down on the stairs and tell us some\n    more of her thrilling experiences.\n\nThe following extracts from letters show her winsome way of helping them\nto aim at the best things:--\n\n    I have started a series of articles on the 'Five Senses,' and felt\n    you would like to help me. Will you keep your eyes open for\n    illustrations bearing on the subject, spiritual or otherwise, and\n    pass them on to me. I have the subject in my mind and keep finding\n    fresh material for it; if you will help me, you will have a share in\n    the outcome by and by, if the idea develops satisfactorily.\n\nFrom another letter:--\n\n    I am sending you 'The Life of The General.' It is only a cheap copy,\n    but I saw it on the bookstall last night, and thought you would like\n    to have it. It is so wonderful to see how God raised him up and used\n    him as His instrument. It shows what wonderful things God can do when\n    one is fully yielded to Him, and what responsibility rests upon us\n    each. If William Booth had held back, we see what he would have\n    missed, and his great work would have been left undone.\n\nStill another:--\n\n    I am feeling concerned about you. You must not let yourself get down.\n    Nerves can be conquered, and you know where to get strength to rise\n    above them. I am praying for you and believe God will do great things\n    for you. Do not be surprised that training is necessary and that the\n    training comes in the way we should prefer not.\n\nThen she turns the girl's thoughts away from herself and concludes with,\n'Pray for me.'\n\n\n\n\nXVI\n\nUNEXPECTED ORDERS\n\n\n\nKate Lee's last five years were as the life of a bird with a broken\nwing. She struggled hard to do as she had ever done, but again and again\nhad to admit that her strength had failed. Following the operation which\nclosed her work on the field, she spent a year under drastic and painful\nsurgical treatment. When sufficient strength was recovered to enable her\nto undertake an appointment under the eye of her doctor, she was promoted\nto the rank of Staff-Captain and saw two brief periods of service at the\nInternational Training Garrison in London, and a few months in the\nCandidates' Department at Headquarters. Then another breakdown, and\nanother year's furlough.\n\nHer health again improving, to her great delight the Staff-Captain was\nre-appointed to the Training Garrison, this time as Secretary of Field\nTraining. Twelve months of golden service followed. She revelled in her\nwork amongst the women cadets, who, under her holy, gracious influence,\nwere trained in the arts of service on the field. She had a remarkable\ninfluence upon the cadets. They knew her record, and accepted her because\nof that; but coming close up to her they rejoiced in her as a teacher and\na leader because of what they found her to be. The cadets delighted in\nher classes. She made the field work appear to be the most glorious\ncalling on earth. She inspired the weakest girl with hope that she might\nrise and excel if she would be at pains to grip herself and make the most\nof the talents and opportunities God had given her. She held herself up\nas an example of what God can do with a timid girl who was so entirely\nyielded to Him as never to say 'I can't.'\n\nThe air raids on London were very severe during that twelve months. One\nSaturday night, Leyton suffered terribly, and on Sunday morning,\nStaff-Captain Lee with a detachment of cadets arrived to minister to the\nneeds of the terrified, and in many cases, homeless people. The police at\nonce gave them right-of-way in the distressed area.\n\nThere were lodgings to arrange for people whose homes were in ruins,\nletters and messages to send to anxious relatives, terrified little\nchildren and the elder people to comfort and provide food for. The\nStaff-Captain was in her glory. Her cheerful face, ringing voice, and\ncapable management had a remarkably soothing and steadying effect upon\nthe distressed people, while the cadets revelled in the service she set\nthem to perform.\n\nTo be included in a campaign led by Staff-Captain Lee was a great delight\nto the cadets chosen for this privilege. This the twelve sergeants\n[Footnote: Probation Officers selected to assist in the work of\nTraining.] enjoyed in the recess between the sessions. Southend, during\nholiday season, was the place chosen for the attack. House-to-house\nvisitation, open-air 'bombardments' among the holiday crowds, and great\nmeetings in the citadel were included in the attack. The first to lead\nthe way of eighty seekers for pardon or purity was a little child,\nunaccustomed to Salvation Army meetings. Dressed in white, with wistful,\nearnest face, the little one had listened to the Staff-Captain's message,\nand when the invitation was given she came forward, looking up to the\nplatform with inquiring, wondering eyes. Then at the penitent-form the\nStaff-Captain pointed the little one to Jesus. She loved to rescue the\ndrunkard and criminal from the pit of sin, but to lead a little child to\nthe Saviour was the dearest joy of all to Kate Lee. The following day she\nvisited the child in her home; her parents both sought the Lord and\nbecame Salvation soldiers.\n\nThe Staff-Captain's example amongst the cadets was more powerful than her\nword. One tells of a week-end visit to Shepherd's Bush with a brigade,\nand one of her local officers asking if she couldn't spare half a day to\nvisit his home, to which she replied, 'You know me better than to think\nthat is in my line.' She was away with her cadets by eight-thirty next\nmorning.\n\nMany are the loving, tender memories of the cadets she trained. Those\nwho, by reason of long distance or for other reasons, could not go home\nfor Christmas, reckoned they were privileged to remain at the garrison\nbecause of the tender love Staff-Captain Lee expended on them, whom she\nfeared might feel lonely and deprived at the Christmas season.\n\nAfter recess came a transfer for a few months to The Army's Holiday Home\nat Ramsgate, where it was hoped that the good air and freedom from heavy\nresponsibility would re-establish her health. The officers to whose\ncomfort she ministered during the holiday months, recall sweet memories\nof her influence. One says:--\n\n    She was wonderfully gentle in spirit. But about her was a strength\n    and authority that made one feel all the while the presence of a\n    superior soul; that one must be at his best in her company. In\n    guiding the conversation at the table she showed a winsome\n    discretion; pleasant, bright topics were the order; she enjoyed\n    wholesome fun and encouraged it, but unkind criticism and sarcasm\n    could not live under her eyes.\n\nAnother writes of her sweetness to the little children who stayed in the\nHome; how they remembered the stories she told them, and her quaint\nlittle grace before meals, which they adopted for home use.\n\nReceiving word to return to London and prepare for a foreign appointment,\nshe came on wings of joy. Her doctor gave her a reassuring report, and to\nher friends she sent notes of pure happiness, telling that at last after\nsix years of hoping against hope, her doctor had given her a clean 'bill\nof health' and she was well enough for service in any part of the world.\nShe had not the strength of former days for field work, but somewhere in\nAmerica, Australia, or Canada, she was to be appointed to training work.\nHow she would love the girls committed to her charge. How she would pray\nover them, travail in spirit for them, until she saw the passion of\nChrist born in them, and they go out to do the work that had been her\ndelight.\n\nHer face glowed with joy; her eyes sparkled; her feet skipped; her hand\ngripped as she told her comrades, 'I'm good for ten years yet.' She went\nto her dressmaker with the palpitating joy of a bride-elect. She sorted\nher papers; tore from their mounts and rolled the photos of her field\nassociations; chose a few of her favourite pictures and packed them. All\nwas ready, and waiting orders she spent the days at her desk, or visiting\nher spiritual children. She appeared to be so well. Then, bronchitis,\nwhich foggy weather always induced, laid her up for some days.\n\nHer sister Lucy watched her with a strange misgiving at her heart. Kate\nhad always been of an independent disposition, had despised breakfast in\nbed, but for a week or two she accepted this indulgence without\nresistance. The least noise pained her, and the loving, mother-sister\ncrept about in soft slippers, pondering things in her heart but saying\nnothing, until one morning she declared, 'Little dear, I think it's more\nthan a bottle of bronchitis medicine you need; I'm going to ask the\ndoctor to call.' Kate was resting somewhat listlessly, but at that word\nshe rose, the commander in every tone of her voice. 'Indeed, no! I'm not\nvery grand this morning, but not that. If you're late for the office, of\ncourse you must give a reason, and no idea that I'm not fit must get\naround.'\n\n'But----' persisted Lucy.\n\n'Well, you can go to-night if you still feel so,' compromised Kate, and\nsmiled her sister away.\n\nThe following day the doctor called, and gave an opinion that hastened a\nspecialist to the tiny cottage. He was a kind man and shrank from giving\na verdict that meant a full stop to this precious life. An immediate\noperation was the only hope to save life, and this was arranged.\n\nFrom the first, Kate Lee felt she was going \"Home.\" She wrote to a\nspecial friend, 'I have my appointment; very different from what I\nexpected; but all's well. I am in His will.' The comrade hastened to her\nto learn the news, 'Where are you going?' she asked. 'To another country\naltogether--to Heaven,' she replied.\n\nThere was a wondrous peacefulness about the little home as those two\ngentle women made preparations for the hospital.\n\nKate's last day at home was spent chatting with her sister, writing\nletters settling personal affairs, and resting.\n\nDown to the very brink of the River she wrestled for souls. The last\nletter she wrote that day was to Lieut.-Colonel Mary Bennett, of the\nWomen's Social Work, in London, whose interests she had enlisted in a\nwoman addicted to drugs. She writes, 'I am feeling concerned about her. I\nmeant to do my part fully in helping you, and am grieved to fail you in\nthis way.' Then she mentions her sudden illness and continues on the\nsubject of self-denial (Self-Denial Week was to begin the following\nSaturday),' I was trying to give you a little surprise, and, as I have no\nspecial target this year, felt I would like to do a little for your home.\nAs this has come it will not be much I am afraid, but I have three pounds\nfor you which we have both collected. My sister will bring it over.' Her\npersonal Self-Denial gift had gone to give another corps a lift. She was\nfull of hope that the corps were having a good Sunday.\n\nThe morning of her last day at home, the corps cadet whom she had come to\ncall 'my little Leff,' was with her. She writes:--\n\n    I will never forget that talk; she went over the names of her dear,\n    saved drunkards, one by one, giving me messages for some I would see.\n    She urged me to continue praying for them, if the Lord called her\n    Home. She said it would be a luxury to slip away; then, sitting up in\n    bed and looking right into my face, she said, 'Little Leff, _those\n    are the people I want you to live for. You do, and you will love them,\n    won't you?_' With the tears running down my face, I promised that\n    I would do so.\n\nA few days under observation at the Mildmay Hospital, to which she was\nadmitted and cared for with much tenderness not only for Christ's sake,\nas is the purpose of that excellent institution towards sufferers, but\nfor her work's sake, then came the operation. The warrior spirit entered\ninto fires of suffering that she had not hitherto felt; but while the\nflesh shrank, her faith triumphed. Her sister, who had hovered about her\nbed during the week, spent the Sunday with her. Even then, those women\nheld themselves at attention at the call to service, and, at the request\nof the Sister of the ward Kate occupied before the operation, Commandant\nLucy left her sister's side and conducted a service with the patients.\n\nKate felt that she had not much longer to live, and reaching for her\nwriting pad and pen, she wrote a last message of love for her sister and\nbrother. Her sister found the letters in her blotter after Kate had 'gone\nhome.' To her she wrote:--\n\n    I am writing this line in case I do not see your dear face again, as\n    I want you to have a last message of love. It will not be long until\n    we meet again, and you can think of me watching for you. I do not\n    want to leave you all alone, but the thought that to-morrow I may\n    see His face thrills my soul, and it would be easy to slip away. I\n    am very tired, but I want to finish my course, and am quite willing\n    to face the struggle again if it is His will.... Now, my own\n    treasure, I cannot write more, but must say one great big thank you\n    for all you have done for me, and for all the love you have lavished\n    upon me.\n\nThe next morning when Lucy saw Kate again, she was sure that soon her\nprecious sister would see the King in His beauty. What the separation\nwould mean to her no one would fully know; but, as ever, forgetful of\nherself, she sat beside her, smiled and said brightly, 'Little love, if\nyou see mother before I do, tell her I'm coming.' Back came Kate's ready\nsmile, and she replied, 'Rather!' so naturally that for a moment it\nseemed impossible that she was on the borderland of earth.\n\nBut soon the brave spirit became troubled. 'What is it, little love?'\nasked Lucy.\n\n'Oh, the people, the people! _I haven't the heart to send them\naway_.' moaned Kate. Her mind was wandering, and the ruling passion of\nher life, in death was strong upon her. She was out amongst the crowds,\nseeing their sins and their sorrows, and their needs, and in a dim way\nwas conscious that she no longer had power to serve them.\n\n'Darling, do not worry any more; you have loved them and sought them all\nthese years, and now you're going to rest,' said Lucy. The words reached\nher ears, but she shook her head, _'I haven't the heart to send them\naway,'_ she moaned.\n\nFaithful, brave little follower of The Army's Founder, in life; even to\nher deathbed there came an echo from his. In his blindness, William Booth\nhad mourned to his daughter, 'Oh, the sins, the sins of the people!' He\nwent into eternity, sighing for the sins and sorrows of the world.\n\nBut further back than the human, we can trace this spirit. The Saviour,\nlooking upon a multitude of needy souls, is saying, _'I have compassion\non the multitude; I cannot send them away.'_ William Booth caught the\nspirit of Christ; he lived it; breathed it into thousands of his\nfollowers, of whom there has not fought and triumphed in life and death a\ntruer saint and soldier than Kate Lee, the Angel Adjutant.\n\nWe conclude this sketch of her career with some words of General Bramwell\nBooth: 'I pray that many of those who knew her, and of those who did not\nknow her,' he says, 'may be stirred up by the testimony of her life and\ndeath to walk in the same path, and so glorify God and bless their\nfellows.'","title":"The Angel Adjutant of \"Twice Born Men\"","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":58758}