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longing of her m other h e a rt nearly convulsed her. But God had sustained her then and He would keep her th rough it all. She had stood tru e to her Christ and H e had never failed her. When, blinded by grief a t her husband’s rejection she had sought ner fath er and he too had th ru st h er out, then indeed had h er Heavenly F ath e r tak en her up. K ind m issionaries had been raised up by Him to m inister to her, and finally through th e ir influence she had m et th e American friends who had taken her into th e ir m issionary home, and then a year la ter had brought h er here to th is new land and to the Bible In stitu te of Los Angeles. Thé moon was setting. In China the first rays of th e morning sun would now be strik ing the Buddhist Temple, where Oi Ying’s father, th e P riest, m inistered. Even now perhaps h er husband was taking th e ir little son to th e sunrise Temple worship. A cry of pain broke from Oi Ying’s lips. “Ah, Heavenly F ath e r, keep them safe, my loved ones: my husband, my little child, my poor benighted fath er, and all th e others who are dear! Oh my F ath e r, they are in the dark, th e awful d ark ; and all China is in th e dark! Oh God, keep me brave and strong and tru e. Help me, O my F ath e r, help me complete my train ing here, and then, Oh Master, send me back— across th e sea— to China— to tell them all of Christ my Lord and of His redeem ing love.” ^jiiiiiiniiiniifiliiiuiHiiiiinuuutiiiiniiiiiliniHiiiiiiiniiiuniiiiurniiiiiHiiiuiHuiiiiiiHiiuiniiiiiiliiiniiiiu^ SCHOLARSHIP OR | SPIRITUALITY I I am laboring, though most im- | 1 ! perfectly, to lead them (my schol- = ï ars) to Christ in tru e and devoted J I faith. I hold all the scholarship | I th a t ever man had to be infinitely | 1 worthless in comparison w ith even j | a very humble degree of .sp iritual | i ■; advancement.—Thomas Arndld of g | Rugby. ■■ • -,i| R ....... Ill,mull.... .....................................IIIIIIIIIIIIII.... .
care of. Some kind friends of th e In sti tu te had sent him money for ju st th is beautiful purpose, of sending th e stu dents on needed holidays. The Crown of th e Day A t ten -th irty promptly Oi Ying had closed her books, even though her les sons for the morrow were not completed. Nothing, however, m ust ever in terfere w ith th is one precious half-hour in her roof-garden. * * * Yes, it had been a happy day * * * hard, very h ard in many respects, b u t God had been so n ear through all th e hours, and He had made her h e a rt rejoice above all the tr ia ls .. - * * * And th is hour was the sweetest of all-—th e crown of th e whole day. How she longed to linger still in th is joyous communion w ith Him! But she m ust retire. The temple of th e Holy Spirit must be refreshed in sleep, and surely it was late. Slowly she walked to the p arapet * * * yes, th e lights in th e men’s hotel were n ear ly all extinguished * * it m ust in deed be late. But, oh, how loath she was to leave. One fu rth e r longing gaze a t th e peaceful mountains * * * then slowly Oi Ying’s eyes swept th e horizon to where she knew th e Pacific lay. Ah, th e Pacific! W ith China be yond! * * * Ah, ju st five m inutes more and th en she would surely go down. But th ere must be first a prayer for the dear ones there, beyond th e sea, in the dear home land. , How much had happened since she had left it ju st two years ago! Could she be tru ly Wu Oi Ying, th e same broken-hearted woman she was then? W ith a -twinge of th e old pain she re called th a t last terrib le day in her hus band’s home when he had given her her choice of renouncing her new-found Saviour, Jesus Christ, or of losing her husband and her little child forever. It had. been terrib le, terrible! Even how ,th e agony of remembrance and the
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