lf to seek the Lord. Little by little he was led on to
know the true way of salvation, and decided to serve Christ. Having
taken the first step along the narrow way, he went steadily on and
never wavered in his decision. It was touching to see his earnestness
in worship and prayer, and in listening to the Word. He left off
smoking opium, and was only swallowing one small pill a day as
medicine. He tried hard to reduce even that small pill, and several
times decided to do without any opium, but he got so ill that he had to
take the pill again.

In the spring of 1904 he tried again to do without opium altogether,
and we gave him some anti-opium medicine, but he could not take it.
His poor body was altogether ruined. Soon he had to keep to his bed,
and Mrs. Lue looked after him as if he were her own father. The old man
loved her, and could not bear her out of his sight. The children, too,
cheered him greatly, as they would come to his bedside and talk to him
about God, and sing their hymns to him. During his illness he drew
nearer and nearer to the Lord, and was constantly in prayer. Often
during the day, and especially during the long sleepless nights, his
voice could be heard in praise and prayer. For the last few days he
refused to take even the smallest pill of opium. They told him that it
was only as medicine he needed it, for he could not take any food; but
the old man firmly resisted, saying, "I will go to meet my God
altogether free from opium, and from any other of my former sins. The
blood of Christ has cleansed me, I will not defile myself any more."
Although suffering all the time, he awaited his end joyfully, and
continually repeated to those around him that he was trusting in the
merit of the Crucified.

One day shortly before his death an old vegetarian leader came to call
upon Mrs. Lue. His chief motive was to point out to her that all the
sickness, sorrow, and trials, and the deaths of some of her family had
come to her as a result of her breaking her vegetarian vow. He
finished up by saying, "You see how wrong you were. Your God does not
care for you, He only sends you trouble." Mrs. Lue felt tired and weary
that day, and being downhearted did not answer so quickly and brightly
as was her wont.

Old Chang, lying on his death-bed in the next room, could hear all, and
noticed not only the man's cruelty, but Mrs. Lue's depression. Feeble
as he was he managed to get out of bed, and stumbl