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Title: Joy in the Morning
The Ditch; Her Country Too; The Swallow; Only One of Them; The V.C.; He That Loseth His Life Shall Find It; The Silver Stirrup; The Russian; Robina's Doll; Dundonald's Destroyer

Author: Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

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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 wi