There were about twenty-four girls at the Garrison. By 9:30, the work
of the house was finished. From then till dinner hour, we had school,
studying the Bible, the F.O., [Footnote: Orders and Regulations for
Field Officers.] D.D., [Footnote: Doctrine of The Army.] and 'Why and
Wherefore'. [Footnote: A book explanatory of Salvation Army terms and
works.] After dinner the cadets set out for field training. These
exercises included house-to-house visitation, open-air meetings, and
'War Cry' selling in the streets and the saloons. In our open-air
meetings we were continually moved on by the police, but we aimed to
deliver some definite message at each stand, and so to make our
moving-on an occasion to reach more listeners.
Those were rough days. We had all our band instruments smashed and the
windows of our Garrison as well, and one man, madly infuriated against
us, heated a poker red hot and threw it into the hall amongst the
congregation. We lived in danger to limb and life, but had the
overshadowing presence of God with us.
Not every cadet who entered training had the grit to go through with
it. Once, during her afternoon home, Kate sprained her ankle, but
persuaded her mother to get a cab for her so that she might return to
the Garrison the same night. 'Why did you not remain at home to-night?'
an officer asked her, as Kate hopped into the Garrison. 'I was afraid
you would think I had run away,' she laughed, 'and I did not wish you
to have that worry.'