s
organization saw these things, the word went back across the water to
Saint Louis, and Peter McDougall took credit to himself for a
commendable shrewdness.

But the ever-watchful eyes had no instructions to report on the tool
missionary's other activities, and therefore no report was made. None
the less they saw, and wondered, and thought that there was something
back of it all. There was more back of it than they could have guessed.

For J.W. had come to a new zest for both of his quests. The business
which had brought him into the East was daily becoming more fascinating
in its possibilities and promise. In even greater measure the interests
which belong especially to this chronicle were taking on a new
importance. Everywhere he went he sought out the missions and the
missionaries. He plied the workers with question on question until they
told him all the hopes and fears and needs and longings which often they
hesitated to put into their official letters to the Boards.

In Manila he saw, after a little more than two decades of far from
complete missionary occupation, the signs that a Christian civilization
was rising. The schools and churches and hospitals and other
organization work established in Manila were proof that all through the
islands the everyday humdrum of missionary service was going forward,
perhaps without haste, but surely without rest.

When he came to Singapore, that traffic corner to which all the sea
roads of the East converge, he heard the story of a miracle, and then
he saw the miracle itself, the Anglo-Chinese College.

They told him what it meant, not the missionaries only, but the Chinese
merchants who controlled the Cummings line for all the archipelago, and
Sumatra planters, and British officials, and business men from Malaysian
trade centers whose names he had never before heard.

The teacher who put himself at J.W.'s service was one of the men to
whom Pastor Drury had written his word of appeal on J.W.'s behalf. He
respected it altogether, and the more because he well knew that here was
no need for mere talk. A visitor with eyes and ears could come to his
own conclusions. If the college were not its own strongest argument, no
words could strengthen it.

The college had been started by intrepid men who had no capital but
faith and an overmastering sense of duty. That was a short generation
ago. Now J.W. saw crowded halls and students with purposeful faces, and
he heard how, at fir