pany with his stories of Chinese life and the victories of the
gospel. Esther invited in her brothers, Walter and Louis. Felix Bauer
had never seen anyone like Randall, and he sat the whole evening
absorbed, listening to the recital of as marvellous a story of conquest
as any to be found in the chapters of Caesar, Frederick the Great or
Napoleon. And what a conquest! Not war and pillage and pitiful man's
ambition for power, but conquest of that great territory called the
human heart.

"My, but I wish you folks could have seen what I saw there months ago at
Shantung; five thousand people stood up in a public square in front of
one of the old temples, no one knows how old, and threw thousands of
idols into a heap on the ground and burned them, and then sang in their
own language to our tune, 'Anywhere With Jesus I Can Safely Go.' For
five days, much of the time through a pouring rain, more than five
thousand people met to listen to the gospel of light and life and
healing. We rigged up a sort of field hospital, using part of the temple
for a clinic, and Walter and Rice and Colfax and I cut off legs and arms
and heads of no end of diseased folks and operated for compound cataract
and every known and unknown disease, and the Lord was with us. We didn't
lose a case, and you never saw or heard such sights in prosaic
money-loving America. Why, those people are born again! That whole
district is simply awake out of several centuries' sleep. I have the
consent of the high powers in that district to negotiate over here for a
lot of machinery and stuff for agricultural purposes. And those people
are putting up a church at Angfu that will beat any church in Milton for
work and worship. Think of that, beloved! In a country that has stood
still for twenty-five centuries, worshipping the past and bowing down to
nineteen thousand filthy gods, you can hear 'My Faith Looks Up to Thee'
and 'All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name' sung by congregations so big
that they have to meet out doors. And yet I understand from reading one
or two high-browed religious magazines printed in this country that the
old gospel has lost its power and that the world must have a new brand
of religion of the hermetically canned variety suited to the elevated
culture and new thought of the times. But the old gospel seems to do the
work in China all right. At any rate it makes real men and women out of
animals, and changes sinners into saints. I don't know any test o