a friend, when the very same preacher came in, and was introduced to them
as the Rev. William Booth.

Catherine knew they had one subject in common--love for souls; but before
the evening ended she discovered that the young minister was quite as
earnest as she was herself in fighting the Drink curse and all that was
connected with it.

A few Sundays later Mr. Booth preached again in the same building, this
time as the minister, or, as we should say, 'Officer in charge,' and no
longer as a Special. And now you will guess that the two often met, and
that, because they had so many interests in common, they soon learned to
know each other well, till respect grew into friendship, and friendship
into love.

Catherine was at this time twenty-two years old, and Mr. Booth was three
months younger; but, though you would have said they were old enough to
know their own minds, they did nothing hastily, and would enter into no
engagement till they were quite sure of God's Will in the matter.

Had Catherine ever before thought of the day when she would get married?
you, perhaps, ask. Oh, yes, indeed, and when but a girl of sixteen--
directly, in fact, after she was saved--she settled in her own heart what
sort of a man her future husband must be. First, she decided, he must be
truly converted, and a total abstainer, not to please her, but from his
own choice. Then he must be a man of sense, or she could never respect
him; and, if they were to be happy, they must feel and think alike on all
important matters.

Ah, if our women-Soldiers and Cadets to-day would but follow our Army