do; I determined to enter the regular Army.

A kind Providence helped bring this about! Instructions were abruptly
received from the War Department classifying all Red Cross Chaplains as
mere civilians, denying them the right to sail with the Units they had
accompanied East!

Fully fifteen other such Chaplains were then at Camp Mills waiting
sailing orders. They, too, had left their home towns and positions fully
expecting service overseas. Receipt of this heart-breaking news induced
many to give up the work and return home, utterly discouraged. It only
served to hasten my entrance into the regular Army.

Going at once to the Rectory of St. Stephen's, East 29th St., New York,
direction and cordial welcome was there received from one of God's
noblest of men, Bishop Hayes. Appointed by the Holy Father to the
special direction and care of all Chaplains in the National service,
this brilliant and big-hearted Prince of the Church was father and
friend to all.

Father Waring, the Vicar General, and the vicars and assistants in the
Ordinariate and parish of St. Stephen's co-ordinated in their own
charming manner with the vastly important work and cordial hospitality
of their devoted chief.

Within a week the physical and mental examinations had been successfully
passed and commission received as First Lieutenant in the National
Army.

While those days at St. Stephen's were of surpassing pleasure in the
rare companionship afforded, they were characterized, too, by a round of
strenuous activity. There was the necessary visit to Fifth Avenue, where
the good ladies of the Chaplain's Aid, doing the same great good in the
East that Father Foley's Aid Society was doing in the West, generously
supplied the necessary Mass and Sacramental equipment. Then, too, the
farewell Musical by the Paulist vocalists of Base 11, given at Garden
City; and for which Mrs. Charles Taft kindly acted as hostess. Genuine
regret marked that unavoidable parting. To co-labor with such splendid
officers and men was truly a privilege; and to have served, even
briefly, with the gallant "11" that wrought so worthily overseas, is an
honor proudly ever to be cherished.

It was during these days an event occurred which the "Parish Monthly,"
of St. Stephen's, was good enough to record:

"On Tuesday, July 23, Unit No. 102, Overseas Nursing Corps, gathered in
our church, to ask, in truly Catholic fashion, God's blessing on their
journey across the Atlantic.