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very
exceptional and wonderfully inspirational work wherever and by
whomsoever read, and consequently I am specially glad to know that
an American edition is about to be published.
Seldom has a living spirit pulsated through biographical pages as it
does throughout the simple account here given. Yet it is not merely the
spirit of Kate Lee, who surely lives again in these folios--the simple,
unsophisticated, devoted daughter of the Salvation Army, but this book
throbs with that life which is begotten and sustained and empowered by
the Holy Spirit. He was graciously and solely responsible for the
constant stream of helpfulness that all who knew her witness as having
resulted from a consecration made by a girl in her teens.
And how beautifully enshrined in this life was the soul of the
Movement of which she was such a worthy unit. The description, while
being a faithful portrayal of a very real person, can still be regarded as
typical of a great host of blessed women whose supreme joy in life is

found in having associated themselves in holy bonds of service such as
their loved, and now glorified comrade, the subject of these memoirs,
rendered mankind. While such as Kate Lee lives, the Salvation Army's
position as a saving force is secure.
Evangeline Booth, Commander U.S.
New York, 1922.

CONTENTS

I. THE VALUE OF THE ONE II. CHOOSING HER COURSE III.
WOMAN'S POSITION IN THE ARMY IV. EARLY BATTLES V. A
CORPS COMMANDER VI. SPECIAL EFFORTS VII. THE
MOTHERING HEART VIII. A BREAK TO CANADA IX. IN THE
HOMES OF THE PEOPLE X. 'THE ANGEL ADJUTANT' XI.
COMRADES AND FRIENDS XII. TROPHIES OF GRACE XIII.
KATE LEE'S SECRET XIV. OFF DUTY XV. AT HER DESK XVI.
UNEXPECTED ORDERS

I
THE VALUE OF THE ONE
Lucy Lee laid her head on her pillow and, looking through the silence
and darkness, smiled up to God. She had won her first soul for Him,
and now made her offering. The capture was not a drunkard, nor an
outcast--many of whom, in years to come, she was to wrestle over and
deliver--but her own sister, whose golden hair lay over the pillow
beside her, and whose regular breathing told that she was fast asleep.
Nothing did Lucy imagine of the blessing to thousands of souls that
was to flow from that night's work. She was happy in the consciousness
that she had been faithful to the heavenly vision, and that now she and
her sister were one in the experience of Salvation.

How Lucy loved her! Her mind ran back over the thirteen years since a
baby sister came into her life. She remembered the rapture she felt,
when sitting upon her mother's bed, the nurse placed the baby in her
arms. She was five years old then, and soon her small arms ached and
her legs were cramped, but again and again she pleaded to hold her
treasure just a little longer. She had been allowed to name the baby, and
had called her Kate. What a frail, sweet little child she had grown!
When Kate was six years old their father died. Lucy recalled moving
from their nice house in Hornsey Rise--a suburb of nearer London--to a
smaller home; her start at business; and then, the great event that
changed the course of life for both the girls.
One Sunday evening, after her mother and Kate had gone to chapel,
Lucy had been keeping her brother company in the front room, when a
burst of song in the street drew her to the window, and she saw a small
procession of about twenty people go singing down the road, the leader
waving an umbrella. Not staying to consider, she put on her hat and
followed the march. It turned into a hall, which was already full of
people, but Lucy slipped in at the back and stood. The meeting began
with 'There is a Fountain filled with Blood.' The girl was fascinated
with the message given in song and testimony, until, suddenly
remembering that her mother would have returned home and be
anxious at her absence, she hurried away.
During the following week her mind was full of the strange street-
singers. She made inquiries about them, and heard that they were
Salvationists; 'good people, but very queer.' In her heart, the words--
I do believe, I will believe That Jesus died for me; That on the cross He
shed His Blood, From sin to set me free!
sang themselves over and over and over again.
The following Sunday evening she heard the singing in another street,
and straightway started for the Salvationists' hall, arriving in time to get
a front seat. The message proclaimed the Sunday before rang out again:
'All have sinned; for all Jesus died, and through