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Joy In The Morning

By

MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS

NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

1919


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


He pinned the thing men die for on the shabby coat of the guide.

He pinned the thing men die for on the shabby coat of theguide.


DEDICATION

To the two stars of a service flag, to a brotherand a son who served in France, this book is dedicated.No book, to my thinking, were one Shakespereand Isaiah rolled together, might fittinglyanswer the honor which they, with four millionmore American soldiers, have brought to theirown. 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 ourshores instead of away; now that the streets arefilled with splendid boys with gold chevrons of foreignservice or no less honorable silver chevronsof service here; now that the dear lads who sleepin France know that the "torch was caught" fromtheir hands, and that faith with them was kept;now that—thank God, who, after all, rules—thewar is over, there is an old word close to thethought of the nation. "Heaviness may endurefor a night, but joy cometh in the morning." Awhole country is so thinking. For possibly tencenturies the Great War will be a background forfiction. To us, who have lived those years, anytale of them is a personal affair. Every-daywomen and men whom one meets in the street maywell say to us: "My boy was in the Argonne," or:"My brother fought at St. Mihiel." Over andover, unphrased, our minds echo lines of that versefound in the pocket of the soldier dead at Gallipoli:

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