The General and Mrs. Booth were holding Salvation services in London when
our Army Mother was called to make a fresh sacrifice, never dreaming of
the wonderful results that would spring from it. You shall read about it
in her own words, spoken many years afterwards:--

'I remember well,' she says, 'when The General decided at last to give up
the evangelistic life and to devote himself to the Salvation of the East-
Enders. He had come home from a Meeting one night, tired out, as usual.
It was between eleven and twelve o'clock. Flinging himself into an easy
chair, he said to me, "O Kate, as I passed by the doors of the flaming
gin-palaces to-night I seemed to hear a voice sounding in my ears, 'Where
can you go and find such heathen as these, and where is there so great a
need for your labours?' And I felt as though I ought at every cost to
stop and preach to these East-End crowds."

'I remember the emotion that this produced in my soul. I sat gazing into
the fire, and the Devil whispered to me, "This means another new
departure--another start in life."

'The question of our support I saw at once to be a serious difficulty.
Hitherto we had been able to meet our expenses by the collections which
we had made from our respectable audiences. But it was impossible to
suppose that we could do so among the poverty-stricken East-Enders. We
did not then see things as we do to-day. We were afraid even to ask for a
collection among the East London crowds.

'Nevertheless, I did not answer discouragingly. After a moment's pause
for thought and prayer, I answered, "Well, if you feel you ought to stay,
stay. We have trusted the Lord once for our support, and we can trust Him
again."'