me or pleasure, Sada San has been the moving spirit.
Adorably girlish and winning in her innocent joy, I grow faint to
think of the rude awakening.

She has talked much of Miss West and their life together; their
work and simple pleasures.

To the older woman she poured out unmeasured affection, fresh and
sweet. Susan made a flower garden of the girl's heart, where, if
even a tiny weed sprouted it was coaxed into a blossom. But she
gave no warning of the savage storms that might come and lay the
garden waste.

Well, I 'm holding a prayer-meeting a minute that the rosy ideals
of the visionary teacher will hold fast when the wind begins to
blow.

I found Sada one day on the bed, a crumpled heap of woe; white and
shaking with tearless sobs. Anxious to shield her from the
persistent friendliness of the girls, I persuaded her to come with
me to the old Prince's garden, just back of the school.

She had heard from Uncle. For the first time he definitely stated
his plans. Hara, the rich man, had sent to him a proposal of
marriage for Sada! Of course, said Uncle, such an offer from so
prosperous and prominent a man must be accepted without hesitation.
It was wonderful luck for any girl, said dear Mura, especially one
of her birth. Nothing further would be done until she returned,
and he wished that to be at once.

Not a suggestion of feeling or sentiment; not a word as to Sada's
wishes or rights. If these were mentioned to him, he would
undoubtedly reply that the rights in the matter were all his. As
to feelings, a young girl had no business with such things. His
voice would be courteous, his manner of saying it would fairly
puncture the air.

His letter was simply a cold business statement for the sale of the
girl. When I looked at the misery in her young eyes, I could
joyfully have throttled him and stamped upon him. I wished for a
dentist's grinding machine and the chance to bore a nice big hole
into each one of his white, even teeth.

She knows nothing of the man Hara except that he is coarse and
drinks heavily. The girls in the tea-house always seemed afraid
when he came. Vague whispers of his awful life had come to her.
What was she to do? She had no money, no place to go, and Uncle
was the only relative she had in the world.

Mate, I heard a missionary speak a profound truth, when he said
that no Japanese would ever be worth while till all his relatives
were dead. Their power is a chain forg