ever Zeppelins were reported near, but "these Teutonic terrors of the air come and go so quickly that one would be likely to be caught before reaching any place of safety.

One Sunday morning at Ilford, near the great arsenal at Woolwich, the Major's sermon was interrupted by loud explosions outside, and a voice crying, "There is an air raid. The Germans are above the clouds. Close the meeting!" Crashing and booming the sounds continued, until the worshippers all rushed to the open air.

"It was a bright day with fleecy clouds," relates the Major, "an ideal condition for Zeppelins or sea-planes to look down for their marks without detection. Nothing did we see of the fighting beyond the clouds although the first ones out of the meeting plainly observed one aeroplane winging back towards the Belgian coast."

Newspapers and periodicals have dwelt upon the enlistment excitements in London, upon the thousands at the recruiting stations in Trafalgar Square and the Royal Exchange, and upon the tens of thousands who gathered about to view these history-making episodes and to cheer every new contingent of volunteers. In sharp crescendo rose the tumult as, now and then, regiments in immaculate new khaki passed on their way to the battle-fields. Ever and anon, in streets, in trams, in hotels, in theatres, in churches, in every sort of place where men met, was discernible an undercurrent of intensely bitter hatred of the Germans,

a hatred which found vent in frequent outspoken malevolent expressions if not in actual riotous demonstrations. There were threats of strikes in shops where English workmen refused to work with German laborers and in very many minor ways this show of malice made itself felt and seen.

A London paper published the story of how Major Winchell, on one occasion, had quelled a riot between Poles and Irish in New Jersey by means of bouquets of flowers and there was much comment upon this method of pacification.

"If you are going to Germany, Major," said one Londoner, "you might prevail upon the Kaiser to send his Zeppelins over London to drop bouquets rather than murderous bombs."

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," returned the Major, "if you will persuade the war leaders here to take the initiative by despatching a shipload of milk to the German babies, I will undertake to meet the German war lords and see to it that the flowers are dropped in place of the bombs. Much as I am averse to dizzy heights, I would gladly risk the adventure myself were it to end the war. Love is the fulfillment of the law, international or otherwise. This war will never cease until love becomes strong enough for you to forgive your enemies, even though they be Germans."

"Don't talk foolishness," was the reply. "If you pose, at this time, as a messenger of peace, you will be arrested and examined as to your sanity."

So obsessed is the European mind with thoughts of war that the continental peoples are amazed by the prevalent talk of peace and peacemaking in America. Probably there was, before the war, no American better known in Europe than Mr. Henry Ford. Europeans found difficulty in understanding that a man who had accumulated so very many dollars in the manufacture of automobiles should be unwilling to add to his wealth by selling motors to the warring nations. They could not comprehend that a business man of his recognized caliber should not accept their money for armament. It passed their understanding, with the world's greatest war in progress, that a real neutral sentiment should exist anywhere.

Going so far as did Mr. Henry Ford in chartering a ship and using his wealth to bring his party to Europe in a peacemaking pilgrimage was an undertaking in flagrant discord with war's knell of death. It was absurd, it was the apex of consummate folly, declared the malignant peoples. Yet, while the babel of battle has detracted to a certain degree from the immediate efficacy of the peace mission, in years to come the work which goes forward even now in Europe will bear the fruit of lasting results.

"It seems strange," said Major Winchell in conversation upon this very present theme, "that the followers of Christ who are commanded to be peacemakers should be regarded as madmen."

II

The Armies that Save Amid the Armies

W

that Destroy

AR is paradoxical. On the surface of things, soldiers of both sides are rushing the contending Juggernauts of War

under the wheels of which it seems that civilization must be crushed, together with millions already slain.

But, while the leaders of nations are pouring out the vials of malice and one would feel that God had forsaken man in the folly of his own destruction, mighty forces are working for the regeneration of the race. The press is filled with accounts of attacks and counter attacks, the business of destruction and the political and financial bearing of the war's progress.

Yet forces are being exercised to overcome evil. The armies that save are toiling, day and night, in the trenches and in the camps for the salvation of the troops morally and socially. For obvious reasons, very little can be said now but, after the war, volumes will be filled recounting these victories.

It was Major Winchell's privilege to come in touch, more or less, with some of these agencies.

He heard from those who were carrying on this noble work the details of what was being accomplished. The clergy of all denominations have bravely taken their places as chaplains while thousands of Christian laymen, caring not to take up arms, have entered Red Cross work in which they can minister to the spiritual needs of the fighting

men.

This war has made a new France. Known in the past as a frivolous, fun-loving infidel nation, the new France will be, after the war, altogether different.

There are in the great conflict no more thrilling achievements than the heroism of Catholic priests, taking their stand in the thickest of the battles and attending to the souls of the dying soldiers, many dying themselves in devotion to their duty.

No greater work is being done in the Allied ranks than that of the Young Men's Christian Association. Major Winchell was so fortunate as to meet Major Gerald Walker Birks, millionaire jeweler of Montreal, Canada, and an international secretary of the Y. M. C. A. Major Birks is a fine type of the Canadian who, forsaking wealth and ease, volunteers to fight for the British army. But, having the Christian idea of things, he could see that a greater menace to the Canadian troops than the fire of the enemy was the degradation of the boys by the immoral influences of what are known camp followers." The number of soldiers who have been poisoned by venereal diseases is alarm

as "