wickedness in high places,' and even to-day
'More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.' It was
that great soldier, Sir William Robertson, who said, 'Let us never
forget in all that we do that the measure of our ultimate success will
be governed largely, if not mainly, by the extent to which we put our
religious convictions into our actions, and hold fast, firmly and
fearlessly, to the faith of our forefathers.' Had the Germans beaten us
two years ago every one would have known the reason why--they had more
men, bigger guns, and more of them, more aeroplanes, and an infinitely
better supply of munitions of war, but by the summer of 1917 we were
superior to them in every particular, and yet victory tarried. Why? Can
it be that God was waiting for His people to seek His aid?

With Russia out of the war, we were once again to stand with our backs
to the wall--the position in which the British are always seen at their
best--and the National crisis came as one more challenge to the Nation
to turn to the God of our fathers.

CHAPTER IX

'LES PARENTS BLESSEES'

The Y.M.C.A.? Why, they could no more do without
the Y.M.C.A. than they could do without munitions
at the Front? I have seen it in operation.--THE
RIGHT HON. WILL CROOKS, M.P.

'A GREAT Mother Hen,' so wrote one who for the first time saw the work
of the Y.M.C.A. for the relatives of dangerously wounded men. This work
is carried on in London and a number of provincial centres, but it is
seen at its best in France, for there it is on a much larger scale. If a
man is dangerously wounded and lying in one of the hospitals on the
other side of the Channel, a message is sent to his people at home
containing the requisite permission to visit him, and telling them,
moreover, that from the moment they reach France the Y.M.C.A. will take
care of them. Red Triangle motors meet every boat as it reaches a French
port; automatically the relatives of wounded, or 'Les Parents Blessees'
as the French call them, are handed over to our care, and we motor them
to their destination--assisted sometimes by the Red Cross. As this may
mean a run of eighty or a hundred miles, and in war time may mean a
whole day, or possibly two days on the French railways, the motor run is
in itself a great boon. During the whole of the time they are in France,
the relatives are entertained as the guests of the Red Triangle in the
special h