When the clouds gathered darkest about me, when it seemed as if all the forces of nature were in conspiracy against me, tempting me to doubt. I looked back to the time when I stood at the altar and vowed myself to the man who was that day joined to me as husband. I did not promise, that day, to love him only while the sun shone. I did not promise, to be his helpmeet only when he did not need one. I promised to love him forever, and love means sacrifice.
To desert, one's country is treason. They tell us we run not even ask if our country is right or wrong, we must be loyal, even if we must be blind. That is merely a plot of treason, and a woman's love, it seems to me, is the one thing greater even than patriotism. It is more than a creed. It is her soul.
1917, by the Star Company. Great Britain never gave myself. "Is my husband innocent of the terrible crimes they have charged to him?" I would not have been a true wife if I had. I asked only if I here was aught I had not done to show my trust and the sanctity of my wifehood. 