November 1925
T H E K I N G ’ S B U S I N E S S
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F I NE GOLD OR T H E P E A R L OF G R E A T P R I C E JOSEPHINE HOPE WESTERVELT
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William would be the leader. During the days that followed their friendship increased; they enjoyed shipboard life and the renewal of old-time companionship. They mingled, freely with the other passengers, a number of whom were American business men, bound for different points in South America, several of them for Peru. The two young men were alone in their missionary quest, and had to stand not a little jeering at their expense, .although the raillery was good-natured, for the most part. However, as the days went by more than one fellow-passenger sought them for a quiet talk on the deeper things of life, and always the thing that seemed most in the way of their acceptance of Christ
(Continued from last month) CHAPTER 11 WILLIAM GOES TO PERU
Brrrs^EnEFORE the end of the year, William Harmon and J |j his college chum Randall Emmett found themselves rushing hither and yon in New York collecting an outfit preparatory to leaving for South America. William had seen the announcement of Louise’s engagement to Worthington Randolph and in great sadness realized she was lost to him. He wanted So much to see her again and once walked by her home in Brooklyn, thinking he might
and service for Him was thé worldly ambi tion for wealth, for which they were will ing to go to the ends of the earth and to suffer untold hardships, as has ever been the way with such. William and Randall enjoyed the sight-seeing along the way, and the passage through the Panama Canal, then a new thing, was of keenest interest to them. Their first stop was at Colon, where the ship stayed for twenty- four hours; with a number of other pas sengers they motor boated across the chan nel to Cristobal. There they found a mix ture of many nationalities, Americans, Chi nese, Spaniards, Negroes, Indians and Hin dus. William and Randall secured a guide
stop and bid her farewell and wish her happiness with the man of her choice; but he felt he Could not, dismissed as he had been and with his father’s name still dis graced, a disgrace he felt he, must bear, it was only by heavenly consolation that he was able to put his griefs aside and press on toward his life’s work. So the days passed, and the morning of the eventful day that was to mark the beginning of their journey toward Peru dawned cold and clear. As they gathered at the dock, in the midst of the host of friends congregated to see them off, the two young men seeiped far above any thoughts of sadness. Their
T h e r e is a peculiar recompense f o r one who has g i v e n up home and kindred and native land f o r the Gospel’s sake. M ay many readers of The King’s Business come to know the joy which filled the h e a r t s of these two young men.
high calling, and this initial step in its fulfillment, seemed to fill their hearts with a heavenly joy. When at last they were on board ,th,e. steamer, when the last visitor had been handed ashore, amid the roar of the huge gong, when the gangplank:had at last been lifted and the two companions turned their eyes, as did all the passengers, to get.the last glimpse of their loved friends who stood on the pier-waving handkerchiefs,- and some wiping their, eyes, there burst from the group gathered to see the missionaries off, song after song, which floated out over the waters as the ship was being' towed into deep water;' Gradually the music grew fainter, and the last so n g 'b o r n e ‘to their ears was, i’God Be With You Till We> M e e t ' Again.1’ The two friends turned" to go to the library to send'off those last hasty mes sages of thanks and good cheer -with which the pilot is always' loaded when and toured the city. They found a saloon and liquor house every few doors, and it was plain that sin was rampant. As they were going down a narrow, filthy street, suddenly the street seemed to be full of people, and then before either had realized the situation, they were wedged in the ever increasing crowd. ‘‘What do you make o f this?” quietly asked Randall. “I hardly know, but it looks serious to me,” replied William. It was plain that their guide was alarmed, and could do nothing; the Situation was growing worse every minute, “It looks to me like a riot, and we’ve got to get out,” William yelled to his companion, who was being forced away from him by the crowd, whether purposely or not they could not be sure. With a silent appeal to his “Friend Above,” William seemed suddenly to see a possible way of escape and shouting in Spanish for them to clear the way, he reached Randall’s side and together they entered a near-by shop whose proprietor assisted them to depart (Continued on page 507) .■>
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