wonderful woman. We simply called her
"Madame"; but her power of organising was remarkable and recalled to my
mind the similar success of Wilbrid in Germany.

Madame was the head of an organisation that had a branch in every town
in Belgium.

Tall and somewhat thin, without any striking personal beauty, she stood
erect before her audience, and, with the sincerity of her purpose,
carried all before her.

The second night of my return, I went with Helen to a great assembly
where, for two hours, ten thousand Belgians absorbed the purpose of her
phrases.

"Men of Belgium," she said, "we are asked, in these days of peace, to
forget and forgive; but can you ever forget those terrible days of
'frightfulness' the German swine inflicted upon us and our beloved
country?

"Return to your homes, your farms and your factories, but take with you
a hate for the Huns--a hate that time can never heal. To forgive may be
divine, but justice is the prime attribute to divinity. Justice in this
case calls for our undying hate. And now these Germans, not content with
having tried to subjugate our flesh, are trying to subjugate our minds
and our very souls. Think well upon the tempting creed of the Humanists
that was 'Made in Germany.'

"It is a creed that calls for State control of all production; a creed
that cuts out all private enterprise and initiative; a creed that forces
men to shut down upon their self-development and independence and to
rely upon employment by the State.

"I ask you, men of Belgium, to look at those whom the State employs
to-day. Eight hundred thousand Germans are under State control to make
good the works they have wantonly destroyed. They may repair the bridges
and the highways, but there are broken hearts they cannot heal,
and--there are many empty chairs in Belgian homes.

"Do any of you wish to have the brand of shame those wastrels wear? Do
any of you wish to have broken that national independent spirit that
made our brothers bravely hold the Gate at Liege?

"To-day this German-made Humanist creed has gripped Germany, England,
France and Austria. It stands for the levelling of the human being. None
can rise above the common level. They call it the gospel of the Common
Good, but there is nothing good in anything that clips the wings of
those who would dare to excel; that baulks the aspirations of those who
would use the brains their God has given them that they may rise.

"I tell you this 'Humanist'