Hijiyama was American lady. She wear name of Miss Jaygray. Who
have affliction of kind heart and very bad health. Also she
have white hair and no medicine. Street she live in have also
Japanese gentlemans what kill and steal and even lie. Very bad
for lady who have nice thought for gentlemans, and speak many
words about Christians God. Now not one word can she speak.
Her sicker too great. Your great country say "Unions is strong
and we stand together till divided by falling out." Please
union with lady countryman and also divide. She very tired. I
think little hungry too.

Yours verily
TAKATA.

(Some little more.) Go down House of Flying-Sparrow Street and
discover Tube-Rose Lane. There maybe you see policeman. He
whistle his two partner. Hand in hand they show you bad
gentlemens street where lives sick ladys mansion.

I hastened at once to the succor of my sick countrywoman. The way led
through streets obscure and ill-kept, the inhabitants covertly seeking
shelter as the policemen and I approached. It was a section I knew to
be the rendezvous of outcasts of this and neighboring cities. It was a
place where the bravest officer never went alone. For making a last
stand for the right to their pitiful sordid lives, the criminals herded
together in one desperate band when danger threatened any of the
brotherhood. The very stillness of the streets bespoke hidden iniquity.
Every house presented a closed front. Surely, I thought, ignorance of
conditions could be the only excuse for any woman of any creed choosing
to live in such surroundings as these.

In the cleanest of the hovels I found Miss Gray, her middle-aged figure
shrunken to the proportions of a child. There was no difficulty in
finding the cause of her illness. She was half-starved. Her reason for
being in that section was as senseless as it was mistaken, except to one
whose heart had been fired by a passion for saving souls. After being
revived by a stimulant from my emergency kit, she told me her name,
which I already knew, that she was an American and her calling that of a
missionary. I thought I knew every type of the profession and I was
proud to call many of them my friends, but Miss Gray was an original
model, peculiar in quality and indefinite in pattern.

"Does your Mission Board