T HE K I N G ’S B U S I N E S S th is class. A t first she h'ad been te rrib ly frightened. Dr. Torrey had called suddenly, “Mrs. f r u , you may give th e sixth proposition, please.” T h at had been a most unhappy experience. She had been so per fectly sure of her Doctrine lesson before she went into th e Auditorium , but when Dr. Torrey’s piercing eye had fastened upon her, every thought had fled and h er voice had choked in her th ro at. But then Dr. Torrey had been so kind. He had so patien tly helped h er recall words and references, and she had been able, afte r all, to recite, a t least so he said, very creditably. He bad been so encouraging too about her English. He had cheered her greatly when he said he wished he m ight learn Chinese as rapidly as she was learning English. Yes, he was tru ly most kind. Everyone was kind in th is wonderful America. W ork an d Assignments D inner followed th e Doctrine hour promptly; and th en had come th e hard est two hours of th e whole day, when Oi Ying had worked in th e dining-room. Never had th e setting of th e tables seemed some tedious, and never had the piles of plates been so heavy. Twice she had nearly cried, h e r back and feet bad ached so terribly. But she must work: th a t inevitable nine dollars a week must be earned somehow. A couple of weeks she had fallen behind, b u t God had been so good to her. She had' claimed His prom ise literally : “My God shall supply all your need,” and never once had He disappointed her. On one occasion a five-dollar bill had ap peared mysteriously in her mail-box, and again she had been given money from th e S tudent Fellowship Fund. Her pride had been qu ite wounded a t first a t th e though t of tak ing it un til it was explained to her so lovingly th a t the Fund w as a means God H imself had provided for helping His own dear chil dren.
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In th e brief forty m inutes between devotions and classes th e re had been so much to do. The little room had to be pu t carefully in order, for Mrs. Grant, th e matron, m ight be around to in spect a t any time. Even though she should not come, a Christian’s room must always be fresh and beau tifu l for th e Heavenly Guest. Then th ere had been a sick neighbor to call upon, and then a hu rried trip to th e Book-store for some new note-paper. She had ar rived a t th e nine o’clock class, quite breathless, ju s t in tim e for th e an nouncement of th e hymn. The Class Work The class had been Homiletics, which was always very hard for h er. The memory verses were exceedingly diffi cult, and then one never knew whom Dr. A tkinson would call upon next. He had such a, disconcerting way o f , skip-- piing le tte rs in th e t o IL; really it was most alarm ing sometimes. Still Dr. A tkinson’s classes were always such a joy, for ju s t to see his happy face and friendly smile cheered one for th e whole day. And then his prayers! Never could Oi Ying fo rget those. The rich ness of his voice, and th e deep earnest ness and fervor of his petitions, as he took his students in to th e very presence of God, would rem ain an inspiration th rough life. Harmony class came a t ten in th e Foyer. Music was Oi Ying’s passion, and Mr. Tovey was such an inspiring and helpful teacher th a t th e subject, difficult in th e extreme to th e m ajority of th e students, was only a delight to her. And th en a t eleven had come the Doctrine class, th e most eagerly antici pated of all. The subject of th e morn ing had been “The Personality of th e Holy S pirit,” and so vivid had been Dr. Torrey’s presentation., th a t the presence of th e Third Person of th e T rin ity had been consciously, powerfully felt J n th e hushed auditorium by all, Oi Ying had been called upon to recite in
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