T HE K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S The dining-room work finished a t th ree o’clock, Oi Ying was then obliged to go ou t upon, h er assignment. Oh, how she had longed to stay home and lie down instead, she had been so tired. But she had to go. The weekly report- sheet had to be deposited in th e box th e following Monday morning; and the F acu lty were in sisten t th a t all assign ments be faithfully performed. But more th an th a t, her loving Heavenly F ath e r would be disappointed if she failed to carry th e message of the Saviour to some in sorrow or in sin. So bravely she had started forth, claim ing His prom ise: “They th a t w ait upon the Lord shall renew th eir streng th ; they shall mount up w ith wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary, end they shall walk and no t fain t.” How many times had Oi Ying proven th is wonderful verse! Some days she had started out upon h er visitation, too tired almost to speak, bu t she had come home w ith feet and h ea rt alike as light as air, especially when Ood had given her the joy of w inning a soul. This afternoon’s assignment had been a t the Jail, which always depress ed Oi Ying. It was so terrib le to hear the clanging of th e g reat iron doors, and to see the sad faces of those poor girls, no older th an herself, whose lives were wrecked by sin. But despite her heaviness of h ea rt a t th eir condition, Oi Ying rejoiced in her opportunity of bringing the story of the Saviour’s love to the young prisoners. On her way home, Oi Ying had stop ped for a moment to leave a Gospel of Matthew w ith a little Jewish friend in a shop on Sixth S treet; and to h er joy, Mrs. Isaacstein had consented to allow little Rebecca and Abraham to come to the Sunday School of the Church of th e Open Door the following Sunday morn ing. As Oi Ying had left th e shop, little sfx-year old Solomon Isaacstein had accompanied her to th e corner. Placing his hand confidingly in hers he
887 had said: “Mrs. Wu, I do believe in the Lord Jesus and I love H im ; and I know my mother believes in Him too because she told me so, only she told me not to dare to tell Papa because he would kill h e r.” This confession of Christ by a little Jewish lad had given Oi Ying the deepest joy. Now F o r Study There was barely tim e to freshen the attractiv e Chinese costume before Oi Ying was due in th e dining room a t five. Two hours more of dining-room work, then her own supper, and a t last, a t h alf-past seven she had been free to go to her room to study. She had plac ed a “Busy” sign on her door. She disliked to do it-—it seemed so inhos pitable and unfriendly, and th ere m ight perhaps be a girl really needing her help. But Analysis and Doctrine and Chapter Summary and Personal Work ipust all be reckoned with, and th ree hours was so sho rt a tim e for study. The studying was becoming more and more difficult. She was getting so very tired. But th e re would be only th ree weeks more and then E aster vacation would come. Such a rare tre a t was in store for Oi Ying! The •girls . had in vited her to a bungalow party a t Balboa Beach for ^ week. Twenty of them were going, and from the glowing ac counts of girls who had been th ere the previous year, wonderful things were in prospect: long, happy hours on the beach, swimming parties, picnics, corn- roasts, moonlight gatherings beside the ocean and best of all, th e wonderful devotional meetings around the d rift wood fires, when w ith the girls she loved best, Oi Ying would be united in clos est sp iritual harmony. L ittle Oi Ying had never in her life dreamed of such delight. How good God was to pu t it into the h earts of these kind new American friends to th ink of her. And dear “Daddy H illis” had called her into his office yesterday and told her her expenses were all taken
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