chose this poor wretch of a fellow, as her personal
body-servant. When she went out on her evangelistic work, she had
her mother with her, as you know, and this coolie went along
drawing the 'ricksha. He became very devoted to her, and very
carefully cared for her. When she had her meals with her mother,
she had this coolie eat with her, lest he go off and get hold of
opium. He is a very weak, easily led fellow, as you will have
judged, and Anna felt his one safety was in keeping with them all
the time. Little by little, the fellow straightened up and became
stronger and able to do a respectable amount of work."

"Meantime Anna was teaching him, as she had opportunity, about
Christ. Finally last New Year's Eve, at the watch-night service led
by Anna herself, among those who openly took their stand for
Christ, was this poor fellow. As far as we know he has led a
straight life ever since. He is still working about the hospital
and there is no sign of the old dissipation. When Anna left us a
few weeks ago, the man's grief was great, and it was this old
'body-guard' who sat up all night the one night after the coffin
was sealed and remained in the house. The old mother at
sixty-seven years of age has learned to read the Bible and is a
very earnest Christian."

"I wish I could tell you how it impressed me as Dr. Stone told of
the efforts of Anna to win that poor wretch of a fellow to Christ.
There wasn't a thing attractive about him, in fact, just the
opposite; but she saw that there was a soul there to save, and with
no apparent thought of herself, no shrinking from a man of his
type, she, with the true spirit of the Lord she so closely
followed, bent every effort to save him from the thing that had
cursed his own and his mother's life. I think I have never heard
anything more beautiful than this story of Anna, who with all the
delicacy of her nature, her pure, sweet womanhood, her love of the
refined that always marked her, and her keen sensitiveness to the
niceties of life, laid all, as a sacrifice to her Lord, in the
background, and had at the same board with herself and her mother,
that miserable man, thus helping him to fight the enemy of his soul
and body."

Her Master's work was indeed everything, and self was nothing to Anna
Stone. She once said in a letter to Mrs. Joyce, "I