E-text prepared by David Garcia, Josephine Paolucci, Joshua Hutchinson, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team from page images generously made available by the Kentuckiana Digital Library Note: Images of the original pages are available through the Kentuckiana Digital Library. See http://kdl.kyvl.org/cgi/t/text/ text-idx?c=kyetexts;cc=kyetexts;xc=1&idno=B92-171-30119788&view=toc JOY IN THE MORNING by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS New York Charles Scribner's Sons 1919 [Illustration: He pinned the thing men die for on the shabby coat of the guide. [_Page_ 135]] * * * * * * By MARY R.S. ANDREWS JOY IN THE MORNING THE ETERNAL FEMININE AUGUST FIRST THE ETERNAL MASCULINE THE MILITANTS BOB AND THE GUIDES CROSSES OF WAR HER COUNTRY OLD GLORY THE COUNSEL ASSIGNED THE COURAGE OF THE COMMONPLACE THE LIFTED BANDAGE THE PERFECT TRIBUTE Charles Scribner's Sons * * * * * * DEDICATION To the two stars of a service flag, to a brother and a son who served in France, this book is dedicated. No book, to my thinking, were one Shakespere and Isaiah rolled together, might fittingly answer the honor which they, with four million more American soldiers, have brought to their own. So that the stories march out very proudly, headed by the names of CHAPLAIN HERBERT SHIPMAN AND CAPTAIN PAUL SHIPMAN ANDREWS NOTE Now that the tide of Khaki has set toward our shores instead of away; now that the streets are filled with splendid boys with gold chevrons of foreign service or no less honorable silver chevrons of service here; now that the dear lads who sleep in France know that the "torch was caught" from their hands, and that faith with them was kept; now that--thank God, who, after all, rules--the war is over, there is an old word close to the thought of the nation. "Heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." A whole country is so thinking. For possibly ten centuries the Great War will be a background for fiction. To us, who have lived those years, any tale of them is a personal affair. Every-day women and men whom one meets in the street may well say to us: "My boy was in the Argonne," or: "My brother fought at St. Mihiel." Over and over, unphrased, our minds echo lines of that verse found in the pocket of the soldier dead at Gallipoli: "_We_ saw the powers of darkness put to flight, _We_ saw the morning break." Crushed and glorified beyond all generations of the planet, war stories prick this generation like family records. It is from us of to-day that the load is lifted. We have weathered the heaviness of the night; to us "Joy cometh in the morning." M.R.S.A. CONTENTS I. The Ditch II. Her Country Too III. The Swallow IV. Only One of Them V. The V.C. VI. He That Loseth His Life Shall Find It VII. The Silver Stirrup