The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-05-23

There never has been time when have passed a street corner where two or three of the Salvation Army people are gathered together that 1 have not had an irresistible impulse to stop and talk with them about the great and good work they are doing.
 There never has been a time when have heard the sound of the tambourine, the measured beat of the drum, the low, sweet music of the guitar and a wom- ans voice lifted in melodlous song. wend- ing It's way to that other world which sets this one right-that I have not want ed to pause and ask a word of these people whose lives are given to the labor of love for their fellowmen.
 So l made up my mind a few days ago that when the opportunity presented itself I should certainly take advantage of 1t, and make my inclnations known to the very first Salvation Army lassie whose gentle, pretty face, peeping out from underneath her winsome little blue bonnet gave me the look of encourage ment I so much desired.
 There's one thing that Is demoralizing about interviewing people-it makes every solitary person on the face of the earth a possibility I feel morally sure that if I ever get to heaven I won't be able to enjoy the full rewards, for I know that I shall be so busy trying to get an interview with St. Peter and looking dl ln6 0anR or HIS rope ana seeing whether his crown is on straight-in fact the old life instinct will be so strong that all other Joys will fade On a bright, sunshiny afternoon few days ago I called up the Salvation Army headquarters and after asking for Mrs Yager, sweet voice said:
 This is Mrs. Yager."
 T want to know If you won't talk to me about your work. l am so interested in it and I think so many others are. When can I make an engagement with your"
 The sweet voice said: "I am a very very busy woman, but I will find time to talk with you about our work any way. I have a family of seven little tots and I am quite busy with my spring sewing. and besides I think probably my husband could tell you moro about the work than I can"
 Then both of you come along" said.
 Accordingly the engagement was made, and we found ourselves shortly after ward a nice, cozy little trio-and I was hearing with great delight about the Salvation Army work of Adjutant Wager and his wife among the vast population of our city.
 And you are the ranking officer here?" I queried of MT. Yager.
 My wife and I are" responded he. You know In the Salvation Army the wife takes the rank of her husband and the title Is hers as well as his When he Is III or unable to attend to the work she it Is who takes his place And so. Mrs. Wager is an adjutant as well as myself"
 The idea of Equal Rights" fitted through my brain and all that sort of thing but I said You know I have an idea that you two good people have had a interesting romance in your lives within the Salvation Army circles-were you both in the Army when you were married?"
 There was a pretty little exchange of condolences by the tell-tale glance of eyes and the bushes which I noticed on Mrs. Yagers cheek, and quickly MT Wager said:
 'Yes, it all began in Dallas. Tex, the girlhood home of my wife. I saw her first when she was worker in the Presby- terian Sunday school. and I was young man just beginning my work in the Sal vation Army"
 Mercy it can't be so very long ago" exclaimed. You both look so young l"