real good accomplished, can not be told in words, but its
effects may be seen in many homes where men and women, strengthened and
encouraged, are once more assuming their rightful places in the
household, sharing the work and the responsibility, just as in the days
before blindness came upon them.

In order to bring the work within reach of those to whom it is not
possible to give oral instruction, we have a correspondence course for
pupils in this and neighboring states. In this way, we are reaching
people from Humboldt to San Diego county in this state, and the list
includes persons from Arizona, Washington, Nevada and Oregon. This
course is well known to every county librarian in the state, and even
custodians of very small branches send us the names of blind persons in
their vicinity. Among the correspondence pupils is a man who was
superintendent of a power plant before losing his eyesight, and he still
holds the position, despite his handicap. He tests meters in three power
houses daily, walking a distance of three miles in order to reach them
all. I taught him to read and write two systems, to use a writing board,
and he has now mastered the typewriter. He is a brave man silently
fighting his way along the dark trail, and I am privileged in being
permitted to guide his unaccustomed feet over the rocks and crevices I
have long since learned to avoid. Another of the pupils is in the
insurance business, and is also one of the Four Minute men in his
country's service. I could give you many more instances of the splendid
courage of these men and women who, though deprived of the most
important of the special senses in adult life, are cheerfully doing
their best, wasting no time in straining after the fruit just over
"Fate's barbed wire fence."

Our work carries us into hospitals and almshouses, and, through the
co-operation of charitable organizations, we find the poor and, in
addition to teaching them to read, we endeavor to better their
condition, and the charities are always glad to second our efforts. The
teacher in Los Angeles goes regularly to the County Hospital and County
Farm, and up here I teach in the San Francisco Hospital, Relief Home,
and in the San Leandro Infirmary, and it is a great joy to minister to
these lonely, friendless souls. In the Relief Home I have a splendid
class, and I go there once each week, and read to all the men in the
ward, blind and seeing, before giving the lessons. Two of the me