na Stone, we
recall to your thought these words, applied to her by one who knew her
well:

'And half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere
To give to heaven a shining one
Who walked an angel here.'"

Her life was a blessing to people in her own great country. Her sister
wrote: "I am so thankful that she returned and spent about two years
working for our own people. When I saw how much she was loved by the women
and girls here I knew her short time with us had not been spent in vain." A
letter from another Kiukiang worker says: "We felt when Miss Stone was
taken from the Women's School that indeed its light and glory had departed.
Her influence and life among the women will never be forgotten. Her
gentleness, sweetness of spirit, and unselfishness, won a place in our
hearts, and made us feel that we had caught a glimpse of the Master. Among
her fellow-workers and her own people, she was universally beloved."

Miss Hughes, who was later appointed to take up the work which Anna had
laid down, wrote in a letter to Mrs. Joyce: "I don't think any one will
ever be able to tell you what a vacancy there is in Kiukiang since that
little girl was taken from us. I was not in China any length of time before
I, personally, realized something of the influence of her life. Her spirit
of beautiful, consecrated young womanhood that so impressed every one at
home seemed intensified when I saw her in the fall upon my arrival." Miss
Hughes went on to tell of an incident which revealed what was doubtless one
of the great sources of the power of the life that was so short in years.
She says:

"I think nothing that I have heard of Anna Stone's life speaks more
clearly of the depth of real self-abnegation,--perfect obliteration
of self, in fact--and the secret of her power in winning souls
where others failed to win, than this story I am now to tell you.
Several years ago, before Anna returned home from America, an old
woman about sixty-four years of age, was engaged to do sewing for
Dr. Stone from time to time. The woman was a widow with one son,
who was an opium fiend in every sense of the word. He was unable to
work, and deprived his mother of all the comforts, and often of the
necessities of life, that he might buy opium."

"One day the old woman was taken ill, and while ill, her son
carried off the only clothes the old mother had (she slept with her
cl