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CHARLES WILLIAM WASONCOLLECTION

CHINA AND THE CHINESE

THE GIFT OFCHARLES WILLIAM W^SON

CLASS OF 18761918

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RED,YELLOWAND BLACK

Tales of Indians, Chineseand Africans

THE METHODIST BOOK CONCERNNEW YORK. CINCINNATI

Copyright, 1918, bySOPHIA LYON FAHS

Kret Edition Printed September, 1918Reprinted January and April, 1919

TO THE THREE JUNIORSI KNOW BEST

CONTENTSPAQB

FOBBWOKD 11

PART IA BLACKSKIN AMONG THE

REDSKINS

I A Negro and His Dream 17II How THE Dream Came True 30

PART II

CHINESE BABIES, DOCTORS, ANDCRIPPLES

III Two Chinese Girl Babies 53IV Two Kinds of Feet 64V Two Honorable Lady Doctors 76VI The Story of Happy Pearl 88VII Ida and the Other Cripples 103

VIII The Little Girl of the Lonely Room. 1157

CONTENTS

PART III

AN AMERICAN BOY IN THEAFRICAN BU^H

FAOB

IX The Call OF THE BoT 133X In the Land of Great Adventure.. 148XI The Experiences of a Jack-of-All-

Trades 164XII A LxjMBER Camp in the Bush 181XIII A Christian Soldier in Love 196

Appendix 213

ILLUSTRATIONSFACING FAQB

A drawing of a large Iroquois bark lodge madeby Jesse Complanter, an Indian boy 36

"In the big, long council house they had dancedthe bear dance" 42

This Chinese woman is walking the streets try-ing to sell both of these girl babies. In timesof famine they even trade them for poultry . . 60

It is more comfortable simply to sit still, for hermother has already begun to bind her feet . . 67

So that when she grows to be a lady she mayhave "lily feet" like these 67

One of the "two honorable lady doctors"Dr.Mary Stone 77

"As poor sick women and children lay betweenclean white sheets, they looked out on cheerywhite walls and pretty red doors" 86

"Priests chanted prayers for her before the God-dess of Mercy" 98

Spring Lotus and her "Big Sister." "She lookedwith her hunched back and her shrimken limbsno larger than a child of ten" 122

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ILLUSTRATIONSFACING FAGS

The Cripples of the Ida Gracey Cripples' Home.Some of them "The Little Doctor" can makewell, but she camiot give new feet to the twowomen on the left. A Red Cross niu-se, ahouse mother, and a deaf-and-dumb teacherwho teaches the cripples to embroider standtogether in the top row 130

The tall jungle grass shook its blades againsttheir faces 150

"Caravans of black carriers from the forestpassed daily along this path" 152

The black boys built a pretty white church . . . 167

He went on foot from one cluster of huts toanother teUing Nzambi's message of love. . . . 177

Senhor Bote guided two pairs of boys who tookturns at rimning a heavy six-foot pit saw. . . 185

"Almost everyone in the village had come tolisten to the white man's stories except'Crime of Death' " 202

FOREWORD

To the Boys and Girls WhoRead These Stories

WHAT I have written for you arenot fairy stories or myths. They

are stories of real people, some of whom areliving to-day. Perhaps some time you mayyourselves talk to Dr. Stone or Dr. Kahn,or to Happy Pearl, Spring Lotus, or Mr.and Mrs. Withey and their children. Watchthe missionary magazines, for these may tellyou more stories about them. You mightwrite a letter to one of them some time.

I have tried not to put anything intothese stories which is not true. If I havemade any mistakes, it has been becauseoften it has been so difficult to find outjust what was true. Though China isthe land of my birth, I have never beenin Kiukiang or Nanchang, and I havenever been able to visit the land of theblack man. Of course I could not havebeen living one hundred years ago when

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FOREWORDJohn Stewart sat in the council house ofthe Wyandots,The Indian stories were written after

reading some very old books written bymen who knew John Stewart very well.There are a number of old books, too,about the Wyandots of Ohio. I havealso talked with a man who has madeIndian ways his life-long study. Nowhere,however, could I find out all the thingsI wished to know. So while I was writingthe stories for you, I had to imagine that Iwas watching John Stewart and the Indians,and I put down some things which seemedto me must have been true.

Before writing the stories about theChinese babies, doctors, and cripples, Iagain read from books and a great manymagazines, and I talked with people whoknow Dr. Stone and Dr. Kahn. Then,too, I had several talks with Dr. Stone'sown sister, and I asked her a great manyquestions. After I had written the stories,she read them over and corrected mis-takes which she found I had made. Half

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FOREWORDa dozen missionaries from China havehelped me in the same way. Two veryclose friends of Ida Gracey helped mewith the story about her.

Before writing the stories about SenhorBote in Africa, I read all of Mr. Withey'sown diariesnotebooks in which he wrotedown his experiences from day to day.When I had picked out of these diariesthe stories which I thought you wouldlike the best, and had written them overso that you could understand them, Isent what I had written to Mr. Withey.He read them all very carefully and showedme just how to change them so that theywould all be true.So now I hope th9,t you too will play

that you are first in Ohio at the timeyour grandfathers were boys, that youwill then go to China, and then to Africa;and I hope that you will like all thesereal heroes as well as I do.

Your friend,Sophia Lyon Fahs.

Morsemere, New Jersey, May 31, 1918.13

PART I

A BLACKSEIN AMONG THEEEDSKINS

A NEGRO AND HIS DREAM

ONE hundred years ago, when yourgreat-grand-fathers were boys, there

lived in Virginia a young Negro namedJohn Stewart. For some years his workhad been to take the cloth which womenmade on their spinning wheels at homeand to dye it for them. But one day hestarted forth alone with his few belong-ings tied to a pole thrown over his shouldersand with all his savings in his pocket.Thus he tramped over the moimtains fromhis old home in Virginia to make for him-self another home in the new Westerntown of Marietta, on the Ohio River.His slight body was nimble in its walking,his black eyes had a manly look, and hisheart was glad in the thought of what hemight do in this new town.As he walked along a shaded path

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKthrough the wilderness, however, robberspounced upon him and robbed him of allhis money and left him lying in the path,helpless. When he came to himself, hefelt miserable indeed, and no good Samar-itan came to his relief.

"Here I am," he said to himself, "apenniless Negro and a stranger travelingto a strange town."

Alas! the robbers had not only takenhis money, they had also stolen the hope inhis heart. His limbs moved slowly andthe look in his black eyes became dulland gloomy.

It took but a few days in the strangetown to change this young colored maninto a wretched beggar. A few odd jobshere and there he found to do, but thesehelped him but little, for he spent mostof his nickels and dimes for whisky."A drink will make me feel better," he

would say to himself as he walked in thedoor of a rum shop.As the weeks passed, he came to drink

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMfinally spells of drunkenness would comeupon him frequently when he could neitherwalk straight nor talk straight, and hishands would tremble so badly that onlywith difficulty could he feed himseK.John Stewart no longer found any joy

in living. As he wandered one eveningalong the bank of the Ohio River, hethought he heard Satan speak to him andsay, "Drown yourself in the river." He wasalmost ready to obey when he heard anothervoice say, "John Stewart! John Stewart!"He turned and looked all about him, but sawno one near, and he was afraid.

Again, on another evening as he strayedgloomy and alone along a quiet street, heheard the sound of singing. As he ap-proached the house from which the musiccame he heard shouting and praying. Hebecame curious and stepped to the door andwas invited in. He foimd himself in themidst of a Methodist prayer meeting. Heliked the meeting and yet he didn't like it.When another evening came, however, hewent again, and later yet again.

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKThe love of Jesus began to change him.

He gave up his drinking of whisky. Herented a little shop of his own and becameagain a dyer of cloth. In the early morn-

ings and in the evenings he would wanderout alone in the woods, and seating him-self on the moss beneath a tree, he wouldread his Bible and then he would kneeldown and pray to God to help him to bea true man.

One Sabbath evening as he was sittingthus alone in the woods he thought hesaw an Indian bedecked in buckskin andfeathers step toward him and he thoughthe heard him say, "Thou shalt go to theNorthwest into the forests of the red manand declare plainly the words of the liv-ing God." Then he thought he saw anIndian squaw wrapped in her blanketstanding beSide the man, and he thoughthe heard her speak the same words: "Thoushalt go to the Northwest into the forestsof the red man and declare plainly thewords of the living God." As he stoodwondering and gazing at his strange com-

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMpanions, the western sky seemed to lightup with a strange radiance.On other evenings as he sat alone in

the woods John Stewart again heard thevoices^first the voice of a man, then thevoice of a woman, saying, "Thou shaltgo to the Northwest into the forests ofthe red man and declare plainly the wordsof the living God." Sometimes he thoughthe heard them singing together in thesweetest tones. Sometimes, before he real-ized it, he found himself standing up andpreaching as if the woods were full ofIndians eager to hear his message.The memory of "the voices" in the

woods disturbed John Stewart as he toiledat his trade. "A wild scheme it would befor me to be a preacher," he thought."A preacher should have more educationthan I have." Then he would rememberthe days of his drinking and he wouldsay, "Such a man as I can never be worthyto preach the words of the living God."Yet "the voices" would keep ringing inhis ear: "Thou shalt go to the Northwest."

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKHe tried to forget them, but he couldnot.

He spoke about "the voices" to hisfriends at the Methodist prayer meetings."It was only a dream, John Stewart,"they said, and they smiled to themselvesas they pictured an ignorant Negro goingforth alone to the wilds of the Northwestto teach the Indians.

"They would only scalp you for all yourpains," they said. "No one will give youmoney for such a foolish undertaking."

Still he was troubled. He could notforget "the voices." He went to his bestfriend, the class leader, and asked hisadvice.

"Well, John," he said, "your impressionsand your sense of duty are so peculiar thatno one will be wUling to give you moneyfor such a dangerous enterprise. But ifyou really feel that it is your duty to gosomewhere northwest and preach to theIndians, obey what you believe to be thecommand of God. You cannot rest yourmind in any other way than by making the

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMattempt at least and starting on yourjourney."Then he and his friend prayed and while

they were on their knees, John Stewartbecame sure of what he should do.

First, he remained at his shop dyeingcloth until he had paid up all the debtshe had made while he lived carelesslysquandering his money on drink. Thenhe started forth toward the Northwest.None of his Methodist friends were thereto bid him good-by, none but his bestfriend, the class leader. He started acrossthe fields alone with his Bible in onepocket and his hymn book in the other.All his outfit he carried in a coarse hand-kerchief tied to the end of a pole thatcrossed his shoulders. In it he had puttwo shirts, two extra pairs of socks, and asmall supply of bread and meat.Thus he tramped from town to town

toward the Northwestto him a far-awayregion of primeval forests and savage red-skins, the Northwest with its lodges ofbark and plain log cabins of lonely pale

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKfaces; a land of scalpings and wars betweenredskins and white skins. Thither JohnStewart walked.At first he could follow the beaten roads.

Ere long he found only the trails of theanimals through the wild forests. At timeshe pushed his way through the tall grassof the prairies. As he journeyed, hewatched the sim in the sky, and when hethought he was too far east, he wouldturn to the west, and when he thought hewas too far west, he would turn to the east.Sometimes he found lodgings for the

night in the cabin of a kind-hearted pioneerwho gave him a fresh supply of breadand meat. Sometimes he slept on thebrown leaves in the woods. With thewild turkeys, the owls, and the beavers forcompany, he would seat himself on a logand read his Bible and pray and sing.Thus John Stewart journeyed on day byday. He knew not whither he was goingor how he would be cared for. He onlyknew that he was going northwest.Here and there at long distances when

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMhe found a log cabin, he would step tothe door and tell his story. Somethingabout his face and the way he spokewould tell the settlers that he was honest,and usually they would invite him toshare with them their corn meal mushand would give him a bed on the floor.Some tried to discourage him, for thepale faces of the West were not fond ofthe redskins. John Stewart listened totheir warnings, but he also heard "thevoices," and he was not afraid.At last, having journeyed about one hun-

dred miles, he came upon a settlement ofDelaware Indians. It was in October andthe red men were preparing to celebratethe gathering of the corn crop by a feastand a dance. The stranger was invitedto watch. Dressed in their beads, feathers,and buckskins, the red men came. Theygathered in a circle about a big fire inthe woods and the stranger sat amongthem.

First, they filled the air with their shrillcries. Then all the red braves began to

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKdance. Wildly they leaped about near thestranger, sometimes brandishing their toma-hawks close by his head, as if to cleave hisskull. Skillfully, however, they causedtheir weapons to miss, only now and thentouching the hair on his head or grazing theskin of his face. Sometimes a big warriorchief adorned with many colored paintswould point a big knife at the seated visitorand make a thrust at him as if to kill him,yet carefully missing his mark.At first the would-be missionary sat

trembling. He thought that, after all, thepredicted scalping would come. Then heremembered "the voices" and his heartbecame strong. Soon he opened his hymnbook and began reading quietly. Whenthe noise of the dancing and shoutinggrew less, he began to sing. The sweettones of his voice seemed to cast a spellover the redskins. All became quiet andstood about listening.When John Stewart had finished, one of

the red men cried, "Sing more," and gruntsof approval passed from every lip.

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMSo the stranger sang other songs. Then

he asked if anyone there could speakEnglish. An old brave offered himself asinterpreter of John Stewart's words. "TheGreat Spirit has sent me to teach you,"said the visitor, and he told them of thelove of Jesus.

That night as he slept in an Indianlodge, John Stewart felt that he haddone his duty, and perhaps had found hiswork. The next morning, however, hethought he heard "the voices" once moresaying, "Go to the Northwest."So on and on northwest the lonely man

tramped, through forests and across plains,wading through swamps and streams. Theground was his bed and the wild fruitsof the forest were his food. On anotherhundred mUes he tramped to the banksof the beautiful Sandusky River, to thelodges of the Wyandot braves.On the edge of the camp he found a

white man's cabin, the home of Mr. Wil-liam Walker, the American agent for thetribe. "A rimaway slave," thought Mr.

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKWalker when he first saw John Stewart.But when he had heard the black man'sstory of his coming, he was more ready totrust him, and the honest look in Stewart'sface won the heart of Walker's Indian wife,who was preparing the noonday meal.

"There is another man, a Negro likeyourself, named Jonathan Pointer, who be-longs to this settlement and he speaksEnglish," said Mr. Walker. "When as aboy he was working with his master ina cornfield, Indians killed his master andtook him as a captive. Ever since thattime Jonathan Pointer has been living asone of the Indians. He probably will bewilling to be your interpreter. His lodgeis eight miles northwest of here in a bighollow. There is no road, nor even a trail,leading to it, but you can find it if youkeep to the northwest."So again John Stewart trudged on alone.

He found the lodge, but not a heartywelcome. "It is folly for you, a poorcolored man, to attempt to turn theseIndians from their old religion to a new

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A NEGRO AND HIS DREAMone," said Jonathan Pointer. "Great andlearned white men have been here beforeyou, and they used all their power, butthey could accomplish nothing. You can-not expect these Indians to listen to you."But the man who had heard "the voices"

was determined to try.

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUE

THE following day Jonathan Pointerwas preparing to attend an Indian

feast.

"May I go with you?" asked JohnStewart.

"I cannot promise to protect you, yetI wUl not forbid your going," JonathanPointer replied.So they rode together across the grassy

plains to the feasting grounds. About ahuge bonfire the red men sat with gaybands of feathers about their heads, andwith faces painted with blue, red, andgreen pictures of snakes and other ani-mals. Some were sitting, some were stand-ing, some were lying at full length on thegrass; others were walking about andthrowing now and then bunches of corn orhandsfuU of beans into the blazing fire.

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEThe young missionary heard sounds

strange to his ears; the jingling of heavyearrings and nose trinkets, the clanking ofknives and tomahawks. Now and then achief would blow a long flute. Thenanother would bring forth a harsh soundfrom an old turtle shell. But these noiseswere nothing compared to the bedlam thatcame when the real dance began, with thewild yells and the drumming.Through it all John Stewart sat wonder-

ing, watching, and quietly praying. Whena lull came in the celebration he stood upand began to sing. All about becamesilent. After ending his song, he began tospeak. He would speak one sentence.Jonathan Pointer would then repeat it, butin the language of the red man. Thenanother sentence in English, and his in-terpreter would give it in the Indian lan-guage. He told them of the Great Spiritwho created the heavens and put in themthe sun, the moon, and the stars. He toldthem how this Great Spirit had sent hisSon to show his children his great love,

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKAll the feathered and painted men aboutthe jBre listened in sUence.When he had finished, Stewart said,

"I have one request. If you feel friendlytoward me, show it by shaking hands."A tall chief of the Bear clan spoke for

all when he said: "It is right that weshould show friendliness toward thisstranger. It is the red man's custom."

So one by one all these savage redskinsshook hands with the black stranger."Come to the lodge of Jonathan Pointer

to-morrow evening and I will again singfor you and tell you more," said JohnStewart as he bade them good-by.So through the next day the missionary

lived in hope. At eventide, however, onlyone lonely Indian came across the hollowto the lodgean old woman wrapped inher blanket of deer skin. John Stewartwas true to his promise. He sang andtalked to this one old woman of the loveof the Great Spirit.The following night, one more Indian

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEnew religion. He was Big Tree, a tali,fine-looking old chief dressed in his deer-skin jacket, and leggings richly trimmedwith beads. From his ears and nose hungsilver ornaments and the feathers thatcrowned his head made him seem all thetaller and straighter. He sat quietly listen-ing to all the words of the stranger whohad traveled with his message over moun-tains and hills from the land of the risingsim. This story of love was new andstrange to the old warrior. He felt sogreat a weight on his heart because of hiswicked life that the very thought crushedhis spirit.

The next day he wandered into thewoods alone and fell on his knees andprayed: "O Father, have pity on me,your child that you have kept until hislegs and arms are stiff with pains, andhis whole body is worn out. This loadwin throw me down and I shall never riseagain. The trees for me never again willblossom; the com never again will rustlein my ears, and I shall no more behold

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKthe harvest. O, take this load from myheart, so that I may walk forth again,and see the beauty of the Great Spiritin the stars."

"While I was talking to the GreatSpirit," Big Tree told the missionary after-ward, "he healed my heart, and made itnew. He put a voice in my inside, justhere," he said, pointing with his hand tohis heart, "and this voice reached my earand I heard it say, 'All thy sias are for-given thee.' My heart was emptied of itsload and I felt light and happy as a child,and I could run like a deer in the chase."The third night after John Stewart

came, those who wished to hear of thenew religion gathered in the council house.This was a windowless log cabin with oneopen side and with the hard ground for afloor. This time almost a dozen redskinscame to hear him.As the days and weeks passed, it became

popular to hear the new preacher. Thered men liked his singing, and some weredeeply impressed by his message. Some

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEspent so much time at meetings that theyneglected to go as usual to hunt the deerand the beaver, or to tap the maple trees.This greatly displeased the white traders,who grew rich by buying these things ofthe Indians. They began to say uglywords about John Stewart."John Stewart is but a runaway slave.""It is a disgrace to have a nigger preach-

ing to you.""The white men would not have a black

man preaching to them.""He has bewitched you and in the end

wiU only do you harm."Even Jonathan Pointer while interpret-

ing what Stewart had to say would nowand then slyly add a few words of his own:"He says so, but I do not know whetherit is true or not, nor do I care. I am onlyinterpreting what he has said. You mustnot think that I care whether you believeor not."

All the while John Stewart lived quietlyamong the Wyandots. He slept wrappedin an Indian blanket on the earthern floor

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKof a bark lodge. He ate what they atelocusts seasoned with maple syrup andfried in bear's oil, or rabbit or jerkedvenison or whatever they had. He suppedhis soup out of the big wooden ladle thatpassed from lip to lip in the family circle.Without soap he washed his clothes inthe Sandusky River. He went with hisred brothers to hunt and trap animals forvaluable furs. He talked with them ofthe love of the Great Spirit. He comfortedthose in trouble. In the council house hesang and prayed and told them of theirwrongdoings, their whisky-drinkiag andtheir fighting.

One by one and two by two many ofthese red men of the forest decided tofoUow Jesus and so began to change theirways of living. They gave up their drink-ing of whisky. They tried to be honestand to live at peace with one another.They even left their little lodges madeof poles and bark for neat log cabins withglazed windows. In these cabins theybuilt fireplaces with chironeys, and made

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEfurniture, chairs, tables, and bedsteads,many of them as good as those in thecabins of their white neighbors.The Methodists down by the Ohio River

heard of the wonderful changes that weretaking place among the Wyandots as theresult of the coming of this unlearnedblack man, and they sent white mission-aries to help him. Sometimes these whitemen preached in the council house.

Sonie of the Indian braves, however,were only made stronger in the religionof their fathers. They would not listento the words of "the white man's Book,"and they would not believe in the "whiteman's way to heaven." "The white manhas not treated us fairly. He has de-ceived us. His book cannot be good,"they said. These men also gathered some-times in the council house, and there toldthe red men's stories of the creation of

the world, of giants and dwarfs andwitches and of good and evil spirits.One Sunday morning a large party of

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKman came to the meeting of the Christiansat the council house. At their head wasDe-un-quot, the great chief of all the

Wyandots. His head was decked with aband of beads and a crown of feathers.A nose jewel and earrings adorned hisface and a chain of silver ornaments hungabout his neck and bracelets about hisarms and legs.

Presently De-un-quot stepped before thecircle that sat about the fire, and spoke afew words of greeting. Then striking firewith his flint, he lighted his pipe and satdown. Soon many curls of smoke wentlazily up from many pipes about the fireas the Christians sang songs and one of themissionaries preached. Then De-un-quotagain arose and spoke to his redskins:"My friends, this is a beautiful day and

your faces look happy. I have listened toyour preacher. He has said some thingsthat are good, but they have nothing to dowith us: we are Indians and belong to thered man's God. That book was made bythe white man's God and suits him. They

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEcan read it. We cannot. What he hassaid will do for the white man, but it hasnothing to do with us."Once in the days of our grandfathers,

many years ago, this white man's Godcame to this country and claimed us. Butour God met him somewhere near thegreat mountains, and they disputed aboutthe right to this country. At last theyagreed to settle this question by tryingtheir great power to remove a mountain.The white man's God got down on hisknees, opened a big book and began topray and to talk, but the mountain stoodfast. The red man's God took his magicwand, and began to pow-wow and beat theturtle shell and the mountain trembled,and shook and stood by him. The whiteman's God became frightened and ran ofiF,and we have not heard of him since, un-less he has sent these men to see what hecan do."

De-un-quot's followers looked pleased

as their great chief spoke and every nowand then they uttered their grimts of

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RED, YELLOW. AND BLACKapproval. "Tough gondee," "It is true,"they said.Again one of the missionaries arose and

said: "Our grandfather is a great man.He is an able warrior, a great hunter, anda good chief in many things. In all thisI am his son. But when it comes to mattersof religion, he is my son and I am hisfather. He has told us a strange story.I would- like to learn where he obtained it.He may have dreamed it or perhaps hehas heard some drunken Indian tell it.But, my friends, the great chief is mistakenabout his gods. If it requires a god forevery color, there must be many gods.Jonathan Pointer and Stewart are black.I am white and you are red. Who madethe black man? Where is his god.^* ThisBook tells you and me that there is butone God and that he made all things andall nations of the earth. God had madeplants of many colors. Go to the plainsand see their varied hues. So it is withmen. He has given them all shades ofcolor from black to white."

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUESo the missionaries pleaded with those

who still refused to follow the Book.Some cried aloud; some clapped theirhands; some became very angry; someran away.

"I am the head of the nation," saidDe-un-quot, "and the head ought to bebelieved. This religion may go into everyother lodge of the reservation, but intomine it shall never come."The great chief never changed his re-

solve. Until he died he continued tofollow what he believed to be the religionof the red man. Yet he could not compelhis people to follow him. Upon his deathhis widow joined the Christians and othersof his tribe became more bold and ceasedto sacrifice to the spirits.

It was not only in the council house

that the missionaries and the Christianstold of the new religion. They followedthe red men on their hunts in the forests.

There they talked to them of God. TheyHved with the red men in their sugar campswhen they tapped the maple trees and

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKmade sugar. There they talked to themof God.One winter the missionaries with a few

of the Christian chiefs decided to walknorth through the paths in the forest tothe camp of their brother red men, theSenecas. It was the time of the yearlymid-wiater feast. For a whole week thesered brothers had been feasting and dancingand sacrificing to the spirits to win theirfavor for another year. In the big longcouncil house they had danced the beardance, the false-face dance, the dance ofthe beans, the buffalo dance, the pigeondance, the fish dance, the great-featherdance, the pxunpkin dance, and otherdances. Morning, noon, and night theydanced. None seemed to tire. In betweendances some old warrior would teU thedeeds of braves of long ago, and somewould tell stories of the great turtle, orof the witch buffalo or of stone giants.Outside the council house big kettles ofvenison and pork and raccoon hungover crackling fires. About these ket-

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEties the red men feasted from big woodenladles.

For five days the bodies of two whitedogs hung from the top of a high polethat stood in the ground just outside thecouncil house. They were the red men'sgifts to the Great Spirit and to the spiritsof the sun and the moon, to the spiritsof the rivers and the brooks, to the spiritsof the rain and of the thunder, to thespirits of the corn and of the maple treeand to other spirits. The red men lovedtheir dogs, and white dogs were the mostbeautiful of all. They would give theirbest to the spirits.On the fifth day of the festival these

red men came with their faces and shoulderssmeared with black and on their armswere painted pictures of snakes and ofother animals. A big fire burned in thecenter of the assembly. Two men tookdown the dogs from the pole and gave themto their chief. He then carefully laid themon the fire and began chanting a longprayer.

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK"Oh listen, you who dwell in the sky!You look down upon us and know that

we are thy children.Oh now inhale the smoke; so listen to

our words.Until the next great thanksgiving.Until then may the people continue in

health."

As he continued to pray, now and againlie threw pieces of tobacco into the fireto add to the fragrance of the burning.On one of the last days of the great

annual feast the Wyandot Christians visitedthe Senecas. It was Sunday morning, andabout one hundred chiefs and braves wereplaying fiercely the Indian game of ball.The Wyandot Christians seated themselveson a log outside of the councU house andwaited for two hours listening to the terri-fying yells of these ball players.At last the playing ceased and the

visitors were invited in. The red meniseated themselves in a circle with theA^hief in the center. He lighted the pipe

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEof peace and passed it to the visitors. Awoman entered with a kettle of hominyand gave to each in the circle a ladlefullas she passed. Then the great chief askedthe visitors to speak their message. Be-tween-the-Logs, a chief of the Bear clan,arose and said:

"Brothers, we have long had a desireto see you and to speak with you, but it hasnot been possible until now. Our businessis from the Great Spirit. Let us begin bysinging his praise."

He then announced a hymn. As theysang many left the room. Then he kneltand began to pray. As he prayed someyelled and more left the room, and whenhe had finished there were but few remain-ing in the council house. Then Between-the-Logs began to speak."Fathers and brothers, from you I came

out, for my father was a Seneca. As chil-dren sometimes may find a valuable thingand bring it and show it to their parentsthat all may have the benefit of it, so I havefound a most valuable treasure. I mean the

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religion of Jesus Christ. It is like cool spring

water to the thirsty traveler. It refreshes

our spirits. It is also strong, for it makesgood husbands, good wives, good children,and good neighbors." As he spoke manystepped back into the house. He told themof the love of the Great Spirit and of Jesus.Some of the red faces lighted with gladness

as they heard his words. Dark scowls set-tled on the brows of others. Heavy earringsclinked as they shook their heads and utteredugly grunts. The big bark house was filledwith the noise of mutterings. Then aroseChief Mononcue, and his earnest eyes flashedover the assembly. His clear commandingvoice ordered silence and it was obeyed."When you meet to worship the Great

Spirit and to hear his word, shut up yourmouths, and open your ears to hear whatis said. You have been here several daysand nights worshiping your Indian godswhich have no existence except in yourclouded minds. You have been burningyour dogs for them to smell. What kindof gods are they that can be delighted with

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUEthe smell of burnt dog? Do you supposethat the Great Spirit who spread out theheavens, who hung up the sun and themoon, and all the stars to make light,and spread out this vast world of land andwater, and filled it with men and beasts,and everything that swims and flies, ispleased with the smell of your burnt dogs?I tell you to-day that his great eye is onyour hearts, and not on your fires. Hasyour worshiping here these few days madeyou any better? Do you feel that youhave gotten the victory over one evil?No! You have not taken the first stepto do better."He then spoke of Jesus and of his dying.

He told of the awful consequences thatwould follow if they neglected God's love.He burst into tears. He pulled the hand-kerchief from his head and wiped the tearsfrom his eyes. Many about the fire satas if they had been turned to stone. Otherswept quietly. Many of the women drewtheir blankets over their heads and wept.

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RED, YELLOW; AND BLACKthe thundering voice of this chief of theforest. "Your faces will look blacker withyour shame and guilt than they did withyour paint."So the message of the white man's re-

ligion spread from lodge to lodge and fromvillage to village. Sometimes the red manheard it gladly. Sometimes he would havenothing to do with it.Although John Stewart lived but six

years after he first wandered into thisvalley of the Sandusky, he lived longenough to see a great change come to theWyandots. He saw a neat church builtand filled each Sunday morning with abouttwo hundred Indians. He saw a largemission house put up where over fiftyIndian boys and girls went to school.He saw the Christian boys plowing andplanting, and later he saw them hoeingacres of growing corn and potatoes, cab-bages and other vegetables. He saw thegirls learning to cook and to sew, to washand to spin. As he walked here and therethrough the villages and from cabin to

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HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUE \cabin in the country he found many moreneat gardens and larger fields of beau-tiful corn than he saw when he first arrived.He lived to see the Wyandot reservation,as white men came to call that region,become one of the very finest Indianreservations in all the country.Those who worship in Methodist churches

should not forget that a poor and ignorantNegro was the first Methodist who daredto go to the red men of the forest to tellthem of the love of Jesus. John Stewartloved them as a brother for Jesus' sake,and this love changed these savage war-riors as the warm sunshine and the re-freshing showers bring the pink blossomsto the brown branches of the peach tree.Because of John Stewart's daring and hislove, the Methodist churches in the UnitedStates formed themselves into a Mission-ary Society and during the one hundredyears since then they have been sendingmissionaries to red men and black men,to brown men and yellow men scatteredfar and wide the world over.

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PART II

CHINESE BABIES, DOCTORS,AND CRIPPLES

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TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIES"HOU CHIEH FU YIN TANG."These Chinese words were paintedin large gold characters on the

door of a small gray brick church.

jt^-^ Just across the street stood the\^ \ open gate in the old stone wall

that surrounded the city of Kiu-

^^iS" ki^^g- -^s long-queued Chinese

^^V^FJI crowded through this gate and' down the narrow street, the great

gold characters seemed to lookstraight at them. They said,"This is the Back Street GoodNews Hall," yet, strange as itmay seem, only a few of thehundreds of Chinese who passed

through that gate each day had yet heardthe Good News the Chinese pastor of thelittle church wanted to tell them. Theywere afraid even to step inside the door,

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKfor they said: '"Tis the house of the fol-lowers of the 'foreign devils.' They havean evil magic, those 'foreign devils,' andwhoever enters under that roof of tiles ismade to forget his ancestors."Back of the little chapel where the few

faithful Christians met to sing and pray,was a small schoolroom, and back of theschoolroom was the cozy home of theChinese pastor and his wife, Mr. andMrs. Shih.

Chinese women, carrying large basketsof clothes, passed by the little house asthey walked down the hill to do theirwashing in the lake that lay a little far-ther on.

"The angry spirits will some day flythrough that door," they said, shakingtheir heads wisely, "and they wiU bringmisfortune to Mr. and Mrs. Shih fordaring to worship the God of the 'for-eign devils.' "

These Chinese women did not under-stand that for Mr. and Mrs. Shih therewere no evil spirits. The little bedroom

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TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIESalready made cheerful by its clean, white-washed walls became a glad and holyplace. Lying at one side of the roombehind the long grass-cloth curtains thathung about the bed, lay the mother anda new-born baby. The father, sitting on astool at the bedside, was leaning over theface of his new daughter.

"Mother-of-my-child," he said, lifting hiseyes to those of his wife, "I am glad sheis a girl. Perhaps we can now show ourpeople that girls are as much worth whileas boys. Let us this first day of her lifegive her to God."

Standing by the bed, at the opening inthe long curtains, he prayed. "HeavenlyFather, we thank thee for this child whomthou hast given us to love. We give herback to thee. Through all her life useher to do whatever kind of work mayplease thee most. Amen." A smile ofpeaceful joy passed over the mother's faceas her husband prayed.

"Tsai-yu," she said, "she is a perfect

babe. Let us call her by the name of the55

RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKgreatest woman of all the nations. Let uscall her 'Mary.'

"

"That thought is good, Mother-of-my-chUd," answered the father, eagerly, "butlet us also make her name a Chinese nameso that she will not be jeered at by thosewho hate the foreigners' religion." Aftera moment's thought he added, "Marysounds much like Mei-yu, and that meansBeautiful Jewel; and is she not like aprecious stone?"

"Mei-yu, Mei-yu, that shall be yourname, O precious jewel from the hand ofGod,'' said the mother, gladly, as shelooked at the sleeping face of the new-born babe. Fondly petting the wee softtoes she added, "and I promise God thisday that these feet shall never be bound.They shall always be left as He has madethem."News of the little newcomer spread up

and down the narrow street. "ThoseJesus people have a little baby girl," saidone neighbor to another, "but, strange tosay, they do not seem to care that she is

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TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIESa girl. She is now ten days old and theyare having a feast for her just as if shewere a boy."

On the other side of the old city wall,in one of thousands of little brick houses,in the great city of Kiukiang, lay anotherChinese mother and at her side sleptanother new-born babe. The mother's facewas turned to the wall and tears fiUed hereyes. A room full of noisy neighbor womenstood about. "Another girland four girlsin the family already!" said one.

"Let this new one be drowned at once,"said another.

"Five baby girls in one family and nosons! The shame of it!""The evil spirits are very angry with

the woman. She is being punished forsome great sin."

Such words as these were being shriekedat the weeping mother by one after anotherin the room. And still more cross wordscame. "If you keep the babe you wUlnever have a son. When you and your

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKhusband are dead, there will be no son toburn paper money at your graves or tobring your spirits food. You and Mr.Kahn will wander about the next worldas beggars."

"Let me drown her for you in a pailof water," said one.

"No, no," pleaded the mother, suddenlyturning over in her bed. "I cannot bearto have you do it."

"Let me have her," cried another. "Youwill never need to think of her again."Turning to a woman at her side she whis-pered, "I'll bundle the thing off to thebaby pond over by the city wall.""No, no, leave her alone," begged the

frightened mother as she put her armsaround the helpless child. "She is beau-tiful. She is warm and soft. She cancry. Leave her alone!""But your husband says you have not

rice enough for any more girls, and thatthe gods will send you no sons if yoakeep her," insisted another,

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TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIESwhat shall be done," suggested the grand-mother.

All heads in the room nodded theirapproval and added a chorus of "Yes,yes, call the fortune-teller."The following day the fortune-teller, an

old blind man dressed in a faded bluegown and red jacket, entered the homeleaning on the shoulders of a boy. Beingcarefully seated on a stool beside a smalltable in the midst of a curious crowd ofmen and women, he asked: "What was theday of the moon when the child was born?What was the exact hoiu*.?" Writing thedates in a book, he bowed his white head,touched a finger to his forehead and thento each cheek. He began to move hisfingers about as if counting a sum inarithmeticaU the while chanting in a lowsing-song voice words which no one else inthe room could understand. Finally lifting

his head he solemnly announced: "Thechild must be sold to another family, whowill raise her to be the wife of their son."AU heads in the room nodded em-

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKphatically and all cried, "Yes, yes. Letthe girl be sold!"There followed days of searching here and

there up and down the narrow streets ofthe big city for a family who wished tobuy a baby girl. Finally an agreementwas made with the Wangs. They wouldgive two dollars for her.Again the fortune-teller was called to

the Kahn home. "Are the stars in favorof this deal?" he was asked.Again the old blind fortune-teller asked

the hour and date of the birth of the Kahnbaby girl and the date of the birth of theboy who was to be the future husband.Again he touched his finger to his fore-head and to his cheeks, and again he movedhis fingers about as if counting a sum,and again he chanted in a sing-song tonewords no one else could understand.Then he solemnly pronounced the de-

cree. "This match wiU never do. Thebaby girl has been born under the dogstar and the boy has been born imderthe cat star. As the dog is stronger than

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This Chinese woman is walking the streets trying to sellboth of these girl babies. In times of famine they even tradethem for poultry

TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIESthe cat, so the wife would be strongerthan the husband. Of course this mustnot be. As dogs and cats always fightso they would quarrel as husband andwife. It must not be."Once more there was distress in the

Kahn householdmost of all in the heartof the mother. Must she, after all, drownher babe? She wept and tried to rememberwhat awful sin she must have committedto make the gods so angry with her.

Past many bends and turnings in thenarrow streets, packed on all sides withlittle gray brick houses, away in anotherpart of the big city, there stood in themidst of a grove of mulberry trees a two-storied house hidden from the street by ahigh stone wall. "One house is built ontop of another," said some as they passed."The evil spirits can easily fly in throughthose large windows."

"It will serve those 'foreign devils' right,"said others, "for they bewitch those whocome to them."

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKThis two-storied house was the only

girls' school in all the big city. It wasalso the home of Miss Gertrude Howe, theAmerican missionaiy in charge. Seatedwith Miss Howe at a table in her studywas a Chinese teacher, and an open booklay before each. Her la:rge gray eyes werelooking earnestly at the small slant eyesacross the table from her, and her lipsmoved in an effort to speak the Chinesewords just Uttered by the Chinese teacher.Then for a moment the Chinese teacherforgot the lesson he was teaching theAmerican woman.

"Miss Howe," he said, abruptly, "neigh-bors of ours, the iKahns, have had theirfifth baby girl. The husband does notwish to keep the child. They tried tosell her, but the fortune-teller predictedbad luck for the match. Mrs. Kahn is indespair. She is too kind-hearted to drownthe babe. Will you not take the child.Miss Howe.? Bring her to your own homeand teach her to be a Christian."A few minutes later two sedan chairs

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TWO CHINESE GIRL BABIESborne on the shoulders of men were waitingat the gate. The American woman andthe Chinese teacher were hurried along thenarrow streets, through noisy crowds ofmen and wheelbarrows and other sedanchairs, until they reached the house of theKahns. ;--,;..;Not long after, the sarne s'edan chairs

were hurrying back to the two-storiedhouse. Miss Hdwe carried in her arms alittle bundle and out of the bundle pfeepeda sweet baby face.' As Miss-Ho^siee carriedheir upstairs to her own room '^nd laid heron her own bed, she said:' "You are nowmine^ dear child. I will dare for you.I will feed iyou arid clothe you as if jrouhad always been riiine. : You shall learnthat there are no evil spirits to fdar, aridthat the heavenly Father loves little girlsas well as little boys. Your name shall beIda," and she pressed a kiss on the warmbaby cheek.

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TWO KINDS OF FEET

ONE morning a number of years agoin a big Chinese city, a missionary

and his wife sat in their rocking chairsreading Chinese books. Loud voices, therumbhng of wheelbarrows, the clatter offeet on the rough stones of the streetssoimded in their ears continually from out-side the wall that surrounded their yard.These noises, however, did not disturb themas they read, for they had long since be-come accustomed to these city sounds.Then above the noise of the crowd, theysuddenly heard a series of sharp screams,like the shrieks of a child."What do these cries meaji?" asked the

wife.

"I am afraid that a Chinese woman isbinding her daughter's feet," answered thehusband. The cries continued, now at the

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TWO KINDS OF FEETtop of a child's voice; then a moment'squiet, followed by a sudden outburst ofquick screams, as if the pain were toogreat to bear,

"I cannot sit here any longer and listen tothat poor child," said the woman as she rosefrom her chair and started toward the door.With a heart quivering with pity, she

made her way out of the gate in the walland down the narrow, crooked street to-ward the crying child. Entering an opengate in another brick wall, she found her-self in a narrow coin-t surrounded on allsides by low houses with dark tile roofs.A few men stood about talking and laugh-ing. Women sat here and there embroider-ing and chatting. No ear was turned orseemed to hear that distressing cry. TheEnghsh visitor crossed the court, but stoppedbefore a doorwaytoo shocked to move

when she saw the object of her search.A little girl who looked to be about fiveyears old sat leaning back in her chairwhile her mother, firmly gripping one ofher ankles with one hand, with the other

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKwas wincling a Ipng white bandage tighjtlyaround h)sr foot, squeezing underneath . allthe four smaller toes and pressing the heeland great toe nearer together. The chijd'sface was streakied

,with tears and she

clutched her,

rapther'g arm, cirying: "O,stop! stop! I sji^ill, dip!) I shall die yeith thepajin! I cannot beiartji^s bandagii^g , anylonger, Q, naotlie^r, mother, imlpose thebandages!"}The missionary stepped aqrogs the room

and; laid her hand lightly on thp mother.'sshoulder. The startle^ woman droppedheir child's fppt and bondage, and turningaround,; ^he stared like an angiy tigjgr atthe intrUjdpr.,

"I have cpme," said the missionary ina gentle voice, "to beg you to stop tpr-turing your daughter- She is

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your p^vnchild. Look at her little facej red withthe pain, and listefli to her crying. Dohave pity on h,er and imdo the binding."The angry mother blazed at the in-

truder. "Who are you that you come toteach me how to treat nay daughter? You

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So that \\hen she ^'ro\\s Iti be a lad\' she ma;\' haye "lily feet"like these"

TWO KINDS OF FEETthink that I do not Ioyc my child? Youdo not understand. This footTbinding isour evil fortune handed down to us byour ancestors; no one can free us from it.If I were to stop binding her feet now,when my daughter grew up, she wouldcurse me. No decent man will marry awoman without 'lily feet.' Dare I listento her screaming now and let my daughtergrow up to be a slave? Must I live to seeher always wearing old blue cotton dresses,walking the streets with big bare feet andwith uncombed hair, a slave, despised,jeered at, beaten with a stick? Never!Never! Let her die first!"Then bending over toward the frightened

face of the child, the mother looked straightinto her tear-stained eyes and asked,"Daughter, do you really wish me notto bind your feet?"The child's wet eyes stared helplessly at

her mother's determined face,i and herlips quivered as she shook her little headwith so slight a shake ; that the visitorcould scarcely see it move.

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK"See !" shouted the mother. "If my child

would only speak, she would say: 'Don'tmind my screams. Go on and bind myfeet tighter. Make them so small that nolittle girl in all the city can say that herfeet are smaller than mine.' "

The missionary herself could scarce keepback the tears. Without a word shewalked quietly out of the door, acrossthe court, and slipped down the crooked,crowded street back to her own room.

"It is hopeless!" she said as she fellinto her rocking chair, "So the little girlsof China have sufiFered for hundreds ofyears. O heavenly Father, when will thegood news of thy love be told? When wUlthe little girls of China be given a fairchance to be happy .''"

The Chinese pastor's wee baby Mei-yugrew until she became a little girl and hadher eighth birthday. Over in the two-storied house among the mulberry trees.Miss Gertrude Howe was sitting at theteacher's table before the rows of chil-

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TWO KINDS OF FEETdren's desks. Mei-yu, dressed in a prettyflowered cotton jacket and blue trousers,stood beside the desk with her father andmother."We have brought our Httle girl to you,"

said the father. "We want you to make adoctor of her." For a moment MissHowe's clear gray eyes stared in surpriseat the fine face of the man. "I havewatched your American doctors," he con-tinued. "I see how much good they aredoing our people. But we feel that aChinese woman doctor might do manythings for the women of China which aforeigner could not do."

"Very well," answered Miss Howe withenthusiasm. "Bring Mei-yu to school to-morrow and leave her here. We will thensee what we can do."So it came about that Mei-yu began

going to the American school for Chinesegirls that stood behind a wall in the midstof a grove of mulberry trees. The schoolwas beyond many bends and turnings inthe narrow streets in another part of the

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TWO KINDS QF FEETMei-yu, wo^^d cry, "A,ti! ah! you'll be fitto follow the buffa,loe^ in the; fields withthose big feet of yours."

Again one morning as Mei-yii . "vy;alkeda;lopg happily to school, she met anothergirl trudging lamely

, along, leaning on thearm of a servant. The other, girl stopp>edshort and, stretching her t^ands out straighton either side, sjbe shouted, "You shallnot pass until you kn;^l down

.here on

tliese stonps at my feet.""I will not kneel," answered Mei-yu.

"My feet are as beautiful as yours. It isright that girls should walk aS; boys. jOurfeet ishould bje l^eft to grow as the Creator,made them."

,,|, ,.:...,, ^,,, .., ,^ ,;;, ^,, ;i-"You, must kneel, ,beforp, me," an^weijed

the haughty girl. , "To bind the feet isthe custom handed down tP us by ourancestors. We dishonor thein if we do ,notfollow their custom.

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Neither girl would yield. Their faces;:e|ddi^ned' They stood stiffly facing eachother, each determined to win. Whatmight have happened no one knows had

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKnot the two women with them parted thetwo girls, and made them move on.

Sometimes when school was over forthe day and Mei-yu stepped iaside thedoor of her little home back of the GoodNews Hall, she would throw herseK intoher mother's arms and cry, "I wish I didnot need to walk to school. They arealways taunting me. Is it true that thereis not another respectable girl in the citywhose feet are not bound? I am so tiredof hearing the mean names they call me.""Try to bear it all patiently for Jesus'

sake," said Mrs. Shih to her daughter."It matters not if sometimes you cry inyour mother's arifis; but on the street walkalong like a brave girl. Act as thoughyou did not hear."Sometimes when Mei-yu was at school,

the neighbor women would step into theShih home and chat awhile with Mrs. Shih."You are very foolish not to bind Mei-yu'sfeet," they would say. "You wiU never finda man to marry her."

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TWO KINDS OF FEET"It matters not," answered Mrs. Shih.

"She will live to be more useful than yourbound-footed daughters. She is going toschool so that some day she may be adoctor.""A woman doctor!" they answered in

surprise. "Who ever heard of a womandoctor ! Your Jesus religion certainly makesyou very queer."

One Sunday morning all the girls of theschool among the mulberry trees gatheredin the little chapel for morning prayers.They stumped into the room on their tinystubs of feet, some leaning on canes, othersholding the arms of grown-up women.All the little bodies moved as if walkingon stilts, except those of two bright-eyedgirlsIda Kahn and Mei-yu Shih. (TheChinese would say Shih Mei-yu.) Straightas two arrows they walked, light and free.No pain,s shot through their well-formedfeet that stood in sensible shoes.

Seating themselves on long benches, thegirls faced the plain wooden pulpit behind

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKwhich stood Mr. Shih. The Chinese pastoropened a Bible filled with strange Chinesecharacters and began to read. In the midstof his reading, a shaip quick cty burstfrom a pair of lips and a little girl buriedher face in her hands as she shook withcrying: A few more verses were read bythe man in the pulpit, when another screamdisturbed the service and another sufferhigchild dropped herself on the lap of thewoman seated beside her. "My bandagewill kill me. 1 cannot stand it any longer,"she half whispered and half cried. Th^kind-hearted woman beside her gently re-moved her shoe and loosened a wee bit thebandage that bound her aching foot, whileMiss Howe stepped quietly around aridseated herself beside the othei" sobbingchild. As the piastor told of the lovingheavenly Father the little girl lay tremblingand sobbing in Miss Howe's arms.

Ida Kahn and Shih Mei-yu, sitting to-gether on a bench behind, watched theweeping girls and Ustened to their mtiffledsobs. Tears came to their eyeS, too; but

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TWO KINDS OF FEETit was not for themselves that they sufifered.Ida Kahn and Shih Mei-yu thought: "Howthankful we are that our feet have notbeen bound. Jeers and taunts and meannames are nothing, if only we can helpto bring the time when no little girls in allChina will have to SufiEer like this."

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YEAR after year Ida Kahn and ShihMei-yu studied faithfully in the Mul-

berry School. They worked hard overarithmetic, geography, and history. Theyread books in Chinese and they learnedto talk easily in English. Then their greatdream came true. They sailed across thewide waters to America. Shih Mei-yuwas given an English name of similar mean-ing to her Chinese name. She was calledMary Stone. The two Chinese womenwent to a medical college. For four yearsthey studied about the human body andhow to make it well when it is sick. Whenthey returned across the Pacific Ocean,they were called Dr. Kahn and Dr. Stone.The day of their homecoming has never

been forgotten in Kiukiang. A large crowdof long-queued Chinese, some dressed in

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TWO LADY DOCTORStheir silks, others wearing their old bluecotton smocks, filled the wide street, or"bund," that led along the embankment atthe side of the great Yang-tse River. Asteamer slowly pushed upstream and wasmoored to the bank. Thousands of fire-crackers banged their welcome to twoChinese women as they stepped ashore,and many old friends greeted them withhearty Chinese handshakings.

Entering two sedan chairs which werewaiting for them, they became part of aprocession of chairs that were carried alongthe "bund." Firecrackers continued tobang and the noise attracted even greatercrowds. Long-queued Chinese pushed andjammed against one another in order toget a glimpse of these women doctors."Ah, these women are receiving morehonor than was shown even to our com-mander when he arrived," some said.As the procession of chairs made its way

slowly up the "bund," Chinese would pressclosely to the chair bearers and would ques-tion them. "Are these Chinese women?"

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK"Is it true that these women have been

studying four years in a foreign land?""In what country were they?""Can they really heal the sick?""Will they live in Kiukiang?" There

were vigorous noddings of heads all aboutand a chorus of "Good! Good!" camefrom all sides. Every face in that blue-robed crowd looked pleased. Many hun-dreds followed the women through the gatein the great city wall, and up the narrowstreets even to the door of the schoolamong the mulberry trees. There a fewthousand extra firecrackers were set oflp asthe two Chinese women doctors steppedinside the door of their old school home.

It was but two days after their arrivalthat they were first called to help a sickwoman. A Chinese gentleman rattled theknocker on their door and asked for thewomen doctors. "My wife has been veryill for over a week," he said. "The Chinesedoctor is imable to help her. Will younot hurry to her and do what you can forher?"

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TWO LADY DOCTORSSoon the two doctors were tucked away

in sedan chairs and the Chinese runnerscarried them off on their shoulders throughalley ways and crowded streets, turningand winding here and there through rowsof thickly packed Chinese houses. At lastthe two chairs were lowered before a gatein a brick wall. They were led through acourt into a neatly furnished receptionhall, already filled with a goodly numberof women. A grandmother and an auntwelcomed them pleasantly. "We are highlyhonored by your coming," they said."First, rest yourselves with a little tea."So sitting each before a pretty black

table, the two doctors sipped tea whilethey were told of the sick wife."We gave our Chinese doctor many cash

to make her well," it was said, "but he hasfailed. At last he admitted that he coidddo nothing. 'Put her into the hands ofthe two women doctors who have justarrived in Kiukiang; they have traveledover mountains and seas to study theseaffairs,' the Chinese doctor told us. Now,

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKpromise that you will cure her and we willreward you well.""We cannot make such a promise," said

Dr. Kahn."What! not promise to cure her? Wby,

then, did you come? Did you not studyall those years in a foreign land.?" Andto one another they said, "She is not solearned as we supposed."

"No," repeated Dr. Stone. "We cannotpromise to heal her. Let us first see herand let us learn what sickness she has.Then we will do our very best for her.""No!" said the women of the house-

hold, "we cannot allow you to see the sickwoman unless you first promise to healher."

"Very well," said the two doctors, "wewill have to leave," and they started forthe door."No, no, please do not leave us," cried

several women as they fell on their kneesbefore the doctors. "Please do not leaveus. We are helpless without you. Dothe best you can."

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TWO LADY DOCTORSSo Dr. Kahn and Dr. Stone entered the

sick room. Through the opening in thecurtains about the sick bed, they saw aface thin and drawn and weary with pain.For hours the two doctors worked over thesuffering woman. Even though their in-struments had not yet arrived from Amer-ica, they performed as best they could akind of operation on the woman, and theydid it successfully. When they bade hergood-by, a quiet grateful face looked upto them and thanked them.Three days later a messenger from the

home of the healed woman again rattledthe knocker on the door of the houseamong the mulberry trees. He left twolong thin red envelopes addressed to thetwo doctors. When the women opened theenvelopes, they found two long strips ofred paper bearing black Chinese charac-ters. They were none other than invita-tions inviting the two doctors to a feastto be given in their honor.So at the appointed hour at the home,

where a few days before the mother seemed81

RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKto be dying, Dr. Kahn and Dr. Stone satin the seats of honor at a large squaretable. Dish after dish fQled with the mosttempting foods was laid before them

first watermelon and lotus seeds, candiedoranges and cumquats, nuts, and cakes;then roast ducks, chickens, and pigeons,bamboo sprouts, and rice; then birds' nestsoup and tea. All the while as they sat,the guests spoke words of praise of thedoctors. They asked questions about thewonderful land of the foreigners where suchskill was taught.

When the feasting was over, the grand-mother stepped into the room carryingon her arm a pile of red silk cloth. Steppingup to Dr. Kahn and bowing before her,she wound about her long strips of thisred silk. Turning to Dr. Stone, she woundher about also with like strips of red silk."

'Tis thus we would honor the womenwho have cured our sick one," she said.Then she handed them gifts, saying, "Thesespeak our very great gratitude to thesehonorable women."

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of gayly decorated sedan chairs moveddown the street from the house of feast-ing. All the family were escorting thehonorable ladies to their homesome insedan chairs, others walking in line behind.All the way along, firecrackers were set offand voices shouted the praises of the twowonderful doctors.

So it was that the news spread frommouth to mouth and from house to housefrom one end of the city of Kiukiang tothe other.

"These two Chinese women doctors whostudied in a foreign land and who followthe Jesus religionthey have learned greatskill. They can really heal our sick."So the sick and the lame and the blind

were brought to the door of the doctors'home. So many came that an old Chinesehouse had to be piu-chased for use as alittle hospital. The doctors had it cleaned;they placed in it a new floor of wood; theybuilt into the walls several windows; theywhitewashed the walls and ceilings. In

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six beds were far too few. Many camesick with fevers or having contagious dis-eases, or with sore or blind eyes, withbroken bones or with great festering sores.Some had to be turned away because therewas no room in the little Chinese house.A few good friends across the wide watersin America heard how these two doctorswere having to refuse to take care of sickpeople because there were no beds in whichto put them. So it came about that theyraised a sum of money and a big squarepiece of land was bought and a wall wasbuilt around it. Large piles of gray bricksand white stones and long sticks of timberwere purchased. Chinese carpenters andmasons after months of toil changed theseinto a beautiful two-storied gray brickbuilding with a dark tiled roofa hospitalfor women and childrenthe only place ofits kind for hundreds of miles around, and

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Chinese passing by the gate in the out-side stone wall would often stand and gazein wonder at the beautiful sight beforethemthe white gravel path leading tothe long gray-and-white building crownedwith its dark tile roof. On either side ofthe path, masses of red, yellow, and whitechrysanthemum blossoms seemed like hun-dreds of pretty fairies inviting them tocome in. Then, too, the Chinese felt theroominess of this heavenly place as theireyes glanced from one side to the otherof the wide green lawn, dotted here andthere with banana, orange, myrtle, limeand camphor trees and occasionally a hardypine. To the right, as strangers peeredthrough the gate, they could see a smallerbrick house with another dark tile roof,and it did not take them long to learn thatthere the blessed doctors lived.

Inside the big hospital were small roomsand large rooms. In some of these werelong rows of white iron beds spread with

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKclean white counterpanes. As poor sickwomen and children lay between cleanwhite sheets, they looked out on cheerywhite walls and pretty red doors. GentleChinese nurses dressed in blue dresseswalked quietly about from bed to bed,bringing them food and medicine andspeaking words of kindness.Sometimes women of wealth were car-

ried to the gate in richly decorated sedanchairs to see the doctors. Sometimes poorworkmen garbed in their soiled blue cottonwould bring their wives on wheelbarrowsto the porch of the hospital. Sometimesfathers would carry their little boys ontheir shoulders. Sometimes even motherscarrying their little ones on their backswould trudge up the white path on tinybound feet.As their eyes would first catch sight of

the beautiful scene, the gray, the red, thegreen, and the yellow, many would exclaim,"Ah! this must be heaven! We havenever seen such beauty before."Sometimes a smile would break over a

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARL

FU CHEN, or Happy Pearl, was thetwelve-year-old daughter of Mr. and

Mrs. Tseo, who lived about one hundredmiles south of the city of Kiukiang. Amongall the Chinese girls who lived in the bigbeautiful city of Nanchang, there were veryfew who lived in more beautiful homes thanHappy Pearl. Instead of the yard beingabout the house, the house was built aboutthe yard, or court, and such a beautifulcourt it was, too, with its bright coloredchrysanthemums, its beds of roses, its mag-nolia trees, and its ponds of twinkling goldfish.

In this very lovely garden Happy Pearlplayed, though really very little playingHappy Pearl could do. A look at her tinyfeet squeezed inside tiny pink slipperswould have told you why. Such wee

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLpinched feet found it hard to carry abouta big twelve-year-old body; and, of course,they could not run and jump.Day and night, week after week and

year after year, for six long years, HappyPearl's little feet had been held boundtightly with long white bandages so thatthey could not grow. Many a night shehad cried herself to sleep because of thepain. Many a day she had spent most ofher time sitting on the edge of her bed oron a bench in the garden letting her feethang down, for every step she took wouldmake the tears come. Now that she wastwelve years old, she could limp about withbut little pain, for the bound stumps offeet had lost most of their power to feel;yet she could not run and jump and play.Happy Pearl, however, had many things

to enjoy that most Chinese girls do nothave. She had pretty carved tables andchairs in her home. Pairs of beautifulvases stood about on tables and shelves.Her house had many rooms. Happy Pearlslept in a big bed with delicately carved

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKwood work and beautiful silk curtains hang-ing about it.Rich as her father was, however, Happy-

Pearl did not go to school. "You mightas well try to teach our buffaloes to readas to send our daughters to school," saidChinese parents. Mr. Tseo, however, hadonce gone to a big school for boys inanother city and had learned that inAmerica and Great Britain little girlslearn to read as well as boys. So HappyPearl, unlike all the other girls whom sheknew, was taught to read. Each day aChinese teacher came to her home andHappy Pearl had an hour or two of schoolall by herself.So the weeks passed, imtil one day Happy

Pearl's mother became very sick. Herfather was away from home. A Chinesedoctor was called, and he left her onehundred pills to take. However, she onlygrew worse. Another doctor was called.He gave her a quart of medicine. YetHappy Pearl's mother grew no better."That is not yom* mother," the gray-

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLhaired grandmother said one day to HappyPearl. "An evil spirit has entered her bodyand driven your mother's spirit away.We must shut her up in a room alone.We must keep away from her. That evilspirit may hurt us. We must pray to thegods and to the spirits of our ancestors.We must bring them gifts. Perhaps wemay win their favor and they will driveaway the evil spirit from her."So Happy Pearl and her gray-haired

grandmother took tall red candles andheavy incense sticks and stood them onshelves before rows of carved woodentablets and idols in the family hall. "Inthese wooden tablets live the spirits ofour grandfathers and our great-grand-fathers and our great-great-grandfathers.Some one of them may be angry with us,"they said to themselves. So Happy Pearland her gray-haired grandmother knelt be-fore these ancestral tablets, bending andknocking their heads on the floor andpraying the spirits not to be angry withthem. All night and all day Happy Pearl

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKkept the candles and the incense sticksburning before these tablets to remind thespirits of their prayers, yet Happy Pearl'smother only grew worse.Then they went to a temple that stood

by the roadside not far away where upona shelf stood a row of idols. They placedbefore them cups of wine, bowls of rice,and bits of sweet meats. "Accept ourgifts, O gods," they prayed, as they kneltbefore the idols one by one. "Be nolonger angry with us, and drive away theevU spirit from this mother."To other temples that stood further along

by the roadside they went. To other idolsthey offered gifts and to them they prayed,yet Happy Pearl's mother only grew worse.Then they called priests to come to their

home. "The priests have more power withthe gods than we," they thought. "Per-haps they can drive away the evil spiritfrom our mother."So the priests came^with their long,

gray gowns and their solemn faces. Theyentered the large family hall where on

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLshelves on one side of the room stoodancestral tablets and here and there afamily idol. After accepting a large sumof money, the priests began. One stood atone side of the room crashing his cymbalstogether as loudly as he could, while theother knelt before one tablet after anotherand before one idol after another, knockinghis head each time on the floor. Throughit all both priests recited long prayers inloud monotonous tones. "The more noisewe can make, the more surely we willfrighten away the evil spirit," they thought.Yet Happy Pearl's mother only grew worse.The poor old grandmother was in despair.

As she sat in her little room beside thewindow, she moaned in her sorrow: "O,what more can we do to drive away theanger of the gods! My grandson has beenfollowing some of the foreigner's ways andthe gods are showering their anger uponus." Then she thought of the steamboatthat plied up and down the Poyang Lakethat lay beside their city. "That bigengine is disturbing the wind and water

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKspirits and the spirit of the great dragonthat lives under the earth, and my sonrides on that boat," she said to herself.The thin wrinkled hands trembled as thegrandmother thought of these things andwith frightened eyes she stared out of thewindow.An old woman servant standing by

saw her distress and overheard the moan-ing. "O, venerable lady," she said, "Iknow a way to satisfy the gods.""What more can you suggest?" asked the

old lady in surprise."Let the daughter of the household go

on foot to the famous temple of the lovingGoddess of Mercy, that stands in FilialPiety Square. There by means of offer-ings and prayers, let her beg the goddessto forgive our sins. Let her ask the greatmother with a thousand arms to pleadfor us to the other gods that they maydrive away the evil spirit from the mistress."During all this time Happy Pearl was

sitting just outside the open door of theroom. As she listened to the words of the

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLold servant, her face grew white and herheart well-nigh stopped beating. "Must Iwalk through the streets of the city! I, thedaughter of an oflBcial of Nanchang!" shesaid to herself. "I have never left thehouse, except in a sedan chair, in my life.Must I bring disgrace to the family ofTseo and to myself.? Shall the raggedbeggars and the workmen of the crowdedstreets look iuto my face? Never!"Then, remembering her mother, her angry

body became limp and she began to cry."What if it might make my mother well.''"she thought. "What would I not do formy mother.?"As Happy Pearl struggled with herself,

her grandmother and servant continuedtalking and Happy Pearl overheard thesewords: "Very well, we can at least try it."That night as the unhappy girl lay on

her beautiful bed she tossed about fromone side to the other. She could not sleep."How can I ever live through to-morrow.?"she kept crying.Early the next morning her servant pre-

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKpared her for the journey. Her glossyblack hair was unbraided and allowed tohang in disorder over her shoulders. Herbright dress was replaced by an old bluecotton gown put on wrong side out. Shelooked like a poor, neglected slave girl.Then she was led by two servants out ofthe door of her home, while more servantsfollowed carrying baskets full of candles,incense sticks, paper money and many"cash" for the priests.

Just three steps Happy Pearl took onher little bound feet, then down on theground she knelt, and knocked her headthree times on the dirty stones of thestreet. She arose, walked three more steps,then down she knelt, knocked her headthree times on the rough stones. Slowlythus she made her way along toward thegreat temple: three steps, then kneeling,knocking her head on the stones, thenrising, three steps more, and so on and on.Noisy crowds pushed by her in the narrowstreets. Now and again some laborer orteacher stopped to stare at her. Most of

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLthose who passed paid little heed to HappyPearl.

"'Tis but another pilgrim to the temple

of the Goddess of Mercy," they thought asthey moved along.

Still Happy Pearl continued taking slowlyher three steps, kneeling, knocking herhead on the stones of the streets andrising. To her it seemed hours since shehad left her home. Sharp pains shotthrough her cramped feet. Her back feltas though it would break and her poorhead began to whirl. At last her strengthseemed gone. She could not rise. Thenthe two servants lifted her and draggedher along. They forced her to kneeLThey knocked her head for her on thehard stones.When finally the temple was reached,

the young pilgrim fell in a faint before thedoor. By pinching and pricking theservants revived her. Mustering all herstrength, she entered the temple. Thenagain she kneeled and touched her headto the floor before the idol of the Goddess

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKof Mercy, the idol with a thousand arms.As she kneeled thus on the floor of theidol room, priests standing about chantedprayers for her, while other priests lightedincense sticks and candles and placed thembefore the Goddess of Mercy. They alsolaid before the idol the paper money andthe real silver pieces. At last her dutywas done. The weary girl was carriedhome by servants in a closed sedan chair.Safe once more in her own home she threwherself on her bed and cried herself tosleep. Yet Happy Pearl's mother onlygrew worse.Then word was sent to Mr. Tseo: "Your

wife is very ill. Send help at once." NowMr. Tseo had little faith in the ideas ofhis mother. When he heard of his wife'ssickness, he thought at once of two Chinesewomen doctors he had once met in Kiu-kiang. It did not take him long to decide.He telegraphed to the hospital.The next day Ida Kahn stepped aboard

the steamboat that plied down PoyangLake. After a three days' journey she

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So it all came about that after a fewwonderful weeks with the two doctors inKiukiang, Mrs. Tseo returned home verymuch better. She told her friends andneighbors of her wonderful experience. Mr.Tseo told of it to one and another of thewealthy Chinese gentlemen whom he knew.So the news spread from home to homein the great city of Nanchang.

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK"We should have a hospital like that in

our own city," some of them said.The result was that a group of these

officials met together, and among them-selves they raised enough money withwhich to build a hospital. Then theywrote to Dr. Kahn and said, "If you willcome and live in Nanchang and take careof a hospital, we will build one for you."

Dr. Kahn could not refuse, although itmeant leaving Dr. Stone alone in thehospital at Kiukiang to care for the thou-sands of patients who were coming thereeach year. A large beautiful hospital wasbuilt in Nanchang, in every way just asfine as the one in Kiukiang. Then Dr.Kahn began to train her own nurses andit was not long before thousands of womenand childrenthe lame, the blind, thosesick with fevers, and those with brokenlimbscame to her for healing. With noother doctor to help her among all thethousands of that great Chinese city, Dr.Kahn brought the desperately sick backto health and performed the most serious

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THE STORY OF HAPPY PEARLoperations. Every one in Nanchang learnedthe name of Dr. Kahn. As her sedan chairwas carried through the narrow streets,Chinese gentlemen would look toward herand say, "Our doctor."Happy Pearl was allowed to go to

Kiukiang to attend the school among themulberry trees. Although she had alwaysbeen accustomed to a beautiful homewhere servants were ever ready to waitupon her, in Miss Howe's school she gladlyswept and dusted just the same as girlswho came from one-room huts of mud.Eager to do her very best in her studies,she often slipped out of bed in the morn-ings before the other girls; and MissHowe would see her before breakfast sit-ting with a book in her hand out under theshade of a mulberry tree.

Incense sticks, the burning of candlesbefore ancestral tablets, the chanting ofmonotonous prayers to idols of wood, andthe fear of evil spirits meant nothing toher any more. She learned of the lovingJesus and of the Father in heaven who

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKcares for us all. She gradually loosenedthe bandages that bound her feet untilfinally she could remove them entirely,for she too wanted to be useful like thetwo doctors.By the time she was graduated from the

Mulberry School, she had decided on thework which she wanted to do as a woman,She sailed across the wide Pacific to Amer-ica to study in a medical school, that shetoo might care for the sick and the lameand the blind and the fevered and thatshe, too, might help to drive from theirhearts the fear of evil spirits.

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IDA AND THE OTHER CRIPPLES

WHY, that child of ours limps!"exclaimed Mr. Gracey as he stood

watching his little two-year-old toddleacross the parlor floor in their home atClifton Springs, New York. He thenrealized for the first time that the scarletfever had left her lame. As the yearspassed and Ida grew larger, the slightlimp became worse. Each step as shewalked brought an awkward jolt to herlittle body. So crutches were given to helpher. When old enough to go to school,Ida tried, in spite of her lameness, to doas many things as she could that otherchildren did.

She loved the summer time when allthe family went to live in their cottageon one of the beautiful islands of theSaint Lawrence River. She flitted about

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKon her crutches almost as quickly as any-one else, as they gathered wild flowers,climbed over rocks, or chased their run-away donkey. She enjoyed equally wellsitting quietly on a hillside watching thebirds as they fluttered from branch tobranch and from tree to tree. She learnedto recognize each red and yellow breast,each white-tipped wing and each crestedhead. She could call the birds by name.She learned also to understand the lan-guage of their songs.

She loved to handle the oars and torow a boat up and down between theislands. Now and again she sat with herfather and sister, each holding a fishingrod out over the clear water waiting for anibble. Often in the twilight she sat onthe steps playing her banjo. No jolliergirl than the lame Ida Gracey roamed theThousand Islands of the Saint Lawrence.The little girl grew to be a young woman.

In spite of her crutches, she worked andearned her own living. The lame limbs,however, became more useless and weak.

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IDA AND THE OTHER CRIPPLESThe doctors thought that they might helpher and she went to the Sanitarium inCHfton Springs for a few weeks of specialtreatment. But their hopes were not real-ized. She never again became well enoughto leave the Sanitarium.

After a while it was not only her hipsand knees and ankle bones that pained her,but her eyes grew weak and sunlight onthem brought excruciating pain. Whentaken out into the garden in a wheelchair to see the pretty ducks in the pond,she wore dark green glasses over her eyes.The shutters before the windows of herroom were always kept closed. One after-noon a very fine eye doctor came to herdarkened room and for an hour he examinedand tested her eyes. Then, sitting on theedge of her bed, he said, "Well, girlie, Iknow of nothing I can do."The darkened room became her parlor.

Friends who had known her for a longtime liked to call frequently and to visitby her bedside. Those who had neverseen her before asked for the privilege of

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RED, YELLOW, AND BLACKcalling. Entering the door, they saw adainty giri with dark hair and dark grayeyes lying on her white bed or sittingpropped up against pillows, with always afew bows of pink ribbons dotting the neckof her clean white gown. Sometimes hercallers came from lands far away. Dr.Mary Stone, on one of her visits to Amer-ica, lingered occasionally to chat with thecheerful cripple, and ever after she andIda Gracey were good friends.For six long years Ida never walked.

During all the hours and weeks of allthose years she never knew what it wasnot to feel pain somewhere in some jointor limb. Sometimes for hours her suffer-ings would be so great that her weak bodywould be twisted and flung about on herbed in agony. The doctor of the hospitalwatched her with the greatest care, andgave her every comfort he could think of;for he said, "I feel as though I were caringfor an angel of God." Yet there was littlehe could do. In the long lonely hours ofthe night she suffered most. As she

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IDA AND THE OTHER CRIPPLEStossed to and fro in her bed in her agonyshe found comfort in the Bible thought ofheaven. "There shall be no night there,"she said to herself. One morning a friendknowing that Ida had suffered much dur-ing the night before, came to her room.She saw lying on the clean white pillow aface still marked by the stains of the tears,and the suffering of the night, yet bearinga sweet smile.

"How can you be so bright and dearand beautiful," asked the friend, "wheayou suffer so?""The attack only lasted two hours this

time," she answered, sweetly.A stranger after just ten minutes with

this cheerful sufferer came out of theroom with tears in her eyes. "How can Ithank you enough," she said to the doctor,"for letting me see her.? I am a betterwoman forever. I'm ashamed of myself.I could see she was suffering, but she paidno attention to her pains and talkedsweetly to me with smiles on her face.^How can she do it.''"

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could be so patient and sweet," said theman who cleaned the windows of herroom and who pushed her bed about whilehe worked the vacuum sweeper.

"Flow