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Men of the Trail Eves that are narrowed and keen. Gleaming ’neath hat brims wide; Cheeks that are browned by the sun. Vigor in pose and in stride; S<ant of their laughter and speech. Swept by no impotent gale. Yet quick unto honor's defence— These be the men of the trail. Paths that they follow lead far To the heart of the hills or the plain— To the snows that gleam white oa the | crest. To the horizon lost, in the rain; No flowery byways they seek; And duty alone is their grail: ‘ Our work. In the storm or the sun/* Murmur the men of the trail. —Denver Republican. ONLY A JAIL-BIRD | By MAY BELLEVILLE BROWN (Copyright.) # Molly was maid-of-all-work, nurse, plain seamstress, butler, laundress and general factotum in the family of James B. Revell, or, as it was written on her mistress’ cards, J. Barnett Reveil. Her position was not a sine cure. for in each of her offices the . best work was expected of her, few liberties were given her, and her week ly stipend was no greater than that given in houses where the same work was divided among three or four. But Molly was an orphan, unsophisticated and easily imposed upon, and. besides, a livid red mark lay across her right cheek, rendering her self-conscious and willing to hide herself anywhere. When she looked in her mirror she did not see that her eyes were a pleas ant blue, that her lips were full and rosy, that her light brown hair waved prettily back from a broad forehead— she only saw the angry looking brand burning on her cheek, and felt that L she could not bear strange eyes. When Molly sat at her kitchen window, she saw. across the neat back yard and high board fence, sandwiched between a great corn-crib and a blacksmith shop, the brick wails of the city jail—called the 'calla boose" by the youngsters about town, it was a grim one-story affair, with barred windows, and had been an eye sore to Molly ever since she first saw it. Sometimes its prisoners were hilarious, and their shouts and ribaid songs made her shudder, often it was empty, for Veneering jvas a staid. Sober town. - To-night she paused between the verses of a song. The policeman on his heat was corning down the al ley with a prisoner, their voices 50m ing clearly to her across the fence. He was a new man, therefore very zealous. "Yes! Yes!” he was saying deris ively. "They all play that gag on me. I guess the sunstroke ye got was over a counter and out of a glass.” "But—but, listen to me, officer," said the man thickly, as he staggered along with the policeman's help, ”1 haven't touched a drop . It's the heat —I was overcome in the harvest field last month, and this is the first time I've been out—" "Yes, an’ll be your last time till you’ve paid your fine," put in the po liceman. But it s true, t say, stammered the man, "and you mustn't lock me F up. I'm sober—I’m sick. This is a false charge." As he pleaded they reached the jail, and. unlocking the door, the officer, with a derisive laugh, pushed the man into the inner darkness and slammed the door on him. Molly straining her ears, heard him call once or twice, then all was still. Her song stopped, and her ready sympathy went out to the poor man across the alley . Not for a moment did she doubt his story, though his thick husky voice and un certain walk were against him, and an unusual anger burned within her. She hurried into the parlor where Mrs. Revell sat in imposing leisure. "Oh, Mrs. Revell—ma'am! The po liceman has just brought a poor sick man up the alley and locked him up for drunk, for all the man told him he was only sick from sunstroke. Won't you have Mr. Revell go and see about it.” The mistress stared in petrified sur prise, not comprehending the meaning *• of Molly's request, t hen she laugh ed an unpleasant, contemptuous laugh. •Fancy! she said in a tone that made the girl shrink. “So you want Mr. Revell to espouse the cause of a sot arrested on the street, just be cause you hea-d the creature protest that he was not drunk. You've done a good many foolish things, Molly, but this is the worst yet. (Jo back to ■your place and don't worry about your jail-bird. He’ll be sick enough by morning, anyway." 3 Molly crept back to her kitchen, abashed but not convinced, and sat in silence by the window for an hour longer. The evening was still and very hot. She knew that the only ventilation afforded in the prison er's room was from a single ■slit-liRe window. At last she could stand it no longer, and taking a pitcher of cold water and a small tin cup, stole out of the gate and across to the building opposite. She peered through the bars, but the interior was in the blackest drak ness. The man was breathing heav ily. groaning with nearly every breath. She shook the bars gently once or twice to attract his attention, and spoke softly: “Say, mister—listen!" Finally she heard a motion, and ir. a moment the man answered weakly “What Is it?” “It’s so hot that I've brought a pitcher of water. Don't you want a drink?” “Yes. yes," he answered thickly and eagerly. “If you can wait till I puli myself up.” After some struggling the man stood at the window. The light from across the opposite street cast a faint glow on the wall and window, and she ; could see that his face was fairly livid j and his eyes bright and staring. The cup would not go through the bars until she had bent its rim, he watch ing her eagerly. He emptied it thirst ily twice. “You mustn't have any more,” she said warningly. “Here is a cloth wet In the cold water. Rub your face and it will refresh you.” "I believe you've saved my life,” he mnrmured. "I felt myself sinking away with every breath till I heard your voice.” "I heard you come in the alley with ihe policeman." whispered Molly, "and I knew you told the truth. I am so sorry.” "Well, you're a blessed woman'." said he fervently. "Both for believ ing the story of an unfortunate man. and foi thinking to bring me the wa ter. I'm a respectable farmer, from 12 miles west of Veneering, and it's true about the sunstroke. He found me lying on the ground, and of course took me for drunk. 1 have money enough to make some one smart for this—only there's the disgrace of the police court in the morning." ‘if you've friends in town, maybe I could see some one for you to-night,” whispered Molly timidly. The man straightened himself. "The very idea!” he excleimea. "Go to Dr. Roberts, on Fourteenth and Locust streets. He treated me last month when I was sick. Here's the envelope he addressed to himself when he receipted my bill. Give it to him and tell him about this.” Before he had time to say more, Molly seized the envelope anu slipped away. The young man felt his way to the sheif-like berth in the corner and sat down to rest. Somehow, the darkness did not seem so intense as it had before, nor did he feel exhaust “It's So Hot That I’ve Brought a Pitcher of Water.” ed. The cold water had refreshed him. the kindly words of the little Samaritan had strengthened him. His heart felt warm when he thought of her. In less than an hour he heard a tap ping on the bars. "Dr. Roberts was very angry," she whispered, “and went to headquar ters to see about your case. He says that he’ll bring the officers right away. I’m so glad. Good-by.” “But wait,” said the prisoner. ‘Tell me your name. I want to know whom to thank for this great service.” “I’m only Molly Britts," she whis pered, “and I work for Mrs. Revell across the alley. You’re welcome. I’m sure, but it’s not likely you'll ever see me again." “But I'd like to know why I won't,” was the answer. “Am I just to for get all this? John Derring is his own master, and he'll probably see you before he leaves town to-morrow.” “But—but—I don't want you to see me,” answered she, glad that the dark hid her blushes. “Why?” he urged. “Oh—because I'm so—ugly!" whis pered Molly in agonized confusion that made the brand on her cheek burn and throb. “Oh!" laughed the young man soft ly, a tone of relief in his voice. “You'll have to let me be the judge of that. Shake hands till to-morrow," as Mol ly's work-hardened little hand slipped through the bars into his warm clasp, “and take my ‘God bless you' along with you. Good night!" John Derring, pale from his expe rience of the night before, stood be fore Molly in the kitchen the next morning. She blushed and quivered painfully, but not by the tremble of an eyelash did he show that he saw the throbbing mark on her face, and from that moment she worshiped him. Three months later she stepped out one morning, clad in modest gray, and went with him to the nearest parson age. where they were married much to Mrs. Revell's dismay and disgust, that lady giving speech to same of her burning thoughts on ingratitude. The once forlorn, heart-starved lit tle woman is a merry, lovable and be loved wife now, and the red mart, that was the heaviest burden of her early years, is fading, since, secure in her husband's love and admiration, she has ceased to be conscious of it. On a cabinet in their parlor stands a little tin cup, curiously bent and bat tered, a souvenir, so John laughingly tells Molly, of her “jail-bird.” Both Compatible. “This Old Home Week decoration is inconsistent in one way.” “What's that?" “It has been very energetic and yet at the same time quite a flagging in dustry-"—Baltimore American. NEW TUB ENVOY MEHMEO ALI’S FAMILY ATTRACTS CURIOSITY AT WASHINGTON. — Occupy Nice House in Fashionable' District of Capital—Not Be lieved That Women Will I Become Modernized. — Washington.—In all the picturesque life of a social season in Washington, probably no members of the diplo matic corps have attracted such wide spread curiosity as the family of the newly-arrived Turkish minister, Meh med Alt Bey. Of all the foreign lega tions in Washington, the Turkish and Persian have been the most barren of women. There have been Turkish women who have come here with their hus bands. but they have been seen by no one but their husbands and the 'mother of the retiring minister. She came over with him to care for his children, hut died in the legation a year ago. The new minister has brought with him a wife, sister-in-law. and eight children, the quaintest and strangest of all the quaint foreigners Washing tonians are accustomed to see. There are five children, bright and active, and most interesting. The eldest is a daughter. Sherife, eight years old. and a good English scholar. She learned the language in the high school of Constantinople and speaks it quite correctly. She has even reached the dignity of being her father's interpreter, and he is quite dependent upon her, for the attaches of the legation do not speak English fluently. Sherife's brothers and sisters are Izzedine, seven years old; Sanada. five MEHMED ALI. (New Turkish Minister in Full State Robes.) years; Nassouk, four, and Leilt one year, whose name seems to have been prophetic of her coming across the seas in such tender youth. The sister-in-law, who has much of the care of the children, is Mak Boule, a tiny woman in Turkish cos tume. who has given glimpses of her self accidentally to the gaping public. The older children have already as sumed the clothes of American chil dren, and it is sure to follow that the younger ones will soon do likewise. Whether the women in the legation will ever become modernized to the extent of the Chinese. Siamese and Korean women, and mingle with the men and the women they are thrown with in the social circles of Washing ton. is still a doubt in the minds of every one. They are far more likely to re main in their absolute seclusion, especially now that the sultan has failed to raise this legation to an embassy, which was expected and an nounced when Mehmed Ali arrived. He is comfortably established now in a modern house in a fashionable dis trict, and his oldest daughter has al ready entered the public school. Sherife is a remarkable clever child. She saw her first camera when she sat for her photograph soon after the arrival of the family in Washington. The photographer could scarcely get a negative of her because of her deep interest in the working of the ap paratus. She had to know all about it be fore she sat down. Then she had to be told how it worked before she could be quieted long enough to let the operator take a snap shot. She has also become converted to the Teddy bear. The very fact that the minister has allowed his daughter to enter the public school indicates a progression such as was hardly dreamed of from the land of harems. Digging Up Paul Revere Relict. Boston is still digging up Paul Re vere relics. Workmen employed in restoring the old Revere house at the North End uncovered In the back yard the old Paul Revere well. It shows a diameter of four feet and six inches, while Its depth is not yet determined, as, of course, it had been filled up com pletely. It proves to be entlrely planked in vertically, like an ordinary water tank, with old oak-hewn-plank. In connection with the work that has been going on there have been also some other discoveries. Two pieces of old Lowestoft china have been found, one a part of a cup and the other a part of a saucer. In some excavating in the cellar there was found an old half dollar, also a big copper cent of 1844. Louisiana’s Senator. Samuel Douglas McEnery, Louisi ana's senior senator, Is nearing his seventieth birthday and, except for defective hearing, he is hale and hearty. He was educated at the Uni ted States Naval Academy, but pre ferred the life of the planter to that of a naval officer. Indian Orator. Wounded Elk, a full-blooded Sioux missionary, is organizing a revival movement in New York city. He has a wonderful flow of simple oratory, be sides a majestic presence. ; ■ — OLD INDIAN CRADLE. Philadelphia Woman Obtains One Which Has Held Many Papooses. Travers.? Cily, Mich.—E. E. Miller has just sold to a woman in Philadel phia one of the few remaining Indian cradles. This curious cradle is much over 100 years of age, and in it have reposed many little Indian papooses. This cradle belonged to Kah-mis kah-se-ga-qua, a distinguished member of ihe Ottawas and sister to Chief N'ah-we-da-geshick. The relic appeals to the mother of to-day as it shows conclusively how primitive were the household arrangements of the forest one or Few Remaining Indian Cradles. people before the white man came and conferred upon them the gift (?) of civilization. Mr. Miller obtained the cradle from a squaw whose name was K&h-mis kah-6e-ga-qua, who was then 75 years of age, She was the mother of ten Children and each one had been car ried on her back or swung from a tree limb in the little wooden cradle.' The cradle was inherited from her mother, and she and her brothers and sisters had also been reared in it. The handle is of hickory and is peculiarly formed, the formation be ing the result of the three-fold pur pose to which it was put in the northern wilds over a century ago. First, it was used for carrying the cradle and the little red papoose. Again, in case of an accident, it prevented the child from falling out and striking on its face. In tiie third instance, when the mother had to attend to her house hold duties, plant corn out in the hot sun or do other work, she would remove the cradle, set it against the tree and to keep the little one con tented. she would hang on this handle a string of bright-colored beads and the wind swaying these they became an attraction for the infant. PARIS BAR ADMITS BEAUTY. Mile. Helene Miropolsky Attracted to Law by Its Picturesque Side. Paris—A ravishing face and figure are those of Mile. Helene Miropolsky. who took the oath as advocate before the first chamber of the French court of appeals the other day. She is the youngest woman ever admitted to the bar here, having Just passed her 20th birthday. She does not affect to be mannish In either bearing or dress as I- I .tf/zzMize M&Qt&zmy' do almost all the other five or six women who have the same privilege in the Paris courts. Mile. Miropolsky is the daughter of a Russian doctor and lives with her parents in the Montmartre quarter. She is tall and fair, and has heavy yel low hair upon which the dark toque (part of the professional dress of the French advocate), sits with a lovely grace of its own. She looked something like an American college girl as, clad in cap and gown, she bowed before the grave old judges, or lifted a grace ful hand and arm to take the oath to serve the interests of the republic. The court was full and there mnst have been over a hundred young law yers there to witness an addition to their number. Mile. Miropolsky seemed not at all self-conscious, but wore a bright smile and nodded vivaciously about the room. She said she had been particularly attracted to the law on account of its picturesque and chivalrous side. Appearances Deceptive. “You can’t alius tell by appear ances,” said Uncle Eben. “Sometimes a man looks specially well-dressed ’cause he's broke an’ ain’t got miffin' to wear but his Sunday clothes.” Wolf “Eat* ’Em Alive.” A St. Clair county man has a wolf in captivity and feeds him on cats. The wolf Likes chickens, but dotes on cats. Instead of drowning their su perfluous kittens the people of that neighborhood save them for the wolf, and he “eats ’em alive.”—Kansas City Journal. Writer Once Studied Medicine. M. Sardou, the celebrated French dramatist, studied medicine as a youth, but he never Hked tile idea of settling down as a practitioner. a ON THE TRAIL OF THE C AMERICAN MISSIONARY By WILLIAM T. ELLIS This Distinguished American Journalist Is Traveling Around the World for the Purpose of Investigating the American Foreign Missr^nary from a Purely Disinterested. Secular and Non-Sectarian Standpoint. Illustrated with Drawings and from Photographs. Notables from West Who Do Things in Far East ..^ — Shanghai. China.—These articles engaged to tell of the American men and women who are investing their lives in heathen iands. It is in the nature *>f the case that these should be pronounced personalities, and full of interest; many of them will get volume biographies when they die. Let me recall, in a paragraph each, a few of those whom I have met in China, the reader remembering that there are many other hundreds in the interior of this immense empire whom I have not had the opportunity to meet. As he is the acknowledged foremost writer upon Chinese subjects, so Rev. Dr. Arthur H. Smith, of the American board, is probably the most interest ing personality among Americans in China. His books are not more bril liant than himself; he is a scintillat ing conversationalist, at a two-hund red-words-a-minute gait. Yet there is not a more inconspicuous or modest American in China. He has never been mistaken for a fashion plate, for he is as unconventional as he is learned and original. He probably understands { the Chinese better than any other serious hobby is not nursery rhymes, but Chinese art. He has the finest collection of Chinese paintings owned by any white man, and he is, doubt less, the world's leading authority on this subject. Incidentally, he is a con noisseur on Chinese rugs. These pur suits are merely avocations; his vo cation is that of teacher in the Peking university, where several hundred young men are learning the best that the west has to give, including its Christianity. • • • Two rare men, who long-headedly have elected to be inconspicuously great in China, rather than to stand among the many strong men in Amer ica. are Robert B. Gailey ("Bob" Gailey, Princeton's greatest football player), and C. H. Robertson, who are associated in Y. M. C. A. work at Tien-Tsin. Both are statesmen, whose breadth of vision, altruism and nobil ity of character have won the confi dence of the highest Chinese. Rob ertson, like Gailey before him. lives in a Chinese house in the native city, and, considering it the biggest work open to an ambitious man, he has in Palace Gate at Pek.ng. white man. If the legations and mis- i sionaries had listened to his urgings there would have been fewer massa cres and no siege of Peking in 1900. At President Roosevelt's request, he has just written a book, “America and China.” • • • Mrs. A. P. Lowrie, of the American Presbyterian mission, has been more than 50 years in China, yet the Chinese have not robbed her of her quaint and delightful Americanism. Her tongue Is rs quick as ever at coining keen, searching and, at times, satirical, apothegms. • • • Bishop Roots, of the Protestant Episcopal missionary district of Han kow, seems more like an alert, aggres sive professional or business man than an ecclesiastic. His personality (almost to as great a degree as that of his wife, who was Miss McCook, of New Haven) would be characterized as delightful by any company of men anywhere. He is rich in that quality colloquially called “horse sense,” and there is no better administered mis sion than his. In his activity for the Chinese be does not overlook the • white community at Hangkow, and half of the time of his clergy is given to the latter. • • • I have met several missionaries who hold decorations from the emperor, a prize which, I understand, the com mercial community in China covets in vain. A missionary doctor who has been so honored is Dr. R. C. Beebe, of s vested his personality as a foundation | stone in the New China over which he is so enthusiastic. Both these men are truly leaders of a constituency of young Chinese. • • • China is full of Boxer stories, tragic and amusing. One of the latter con cerns Dr. W. H. Park, of the Southern Methodist mission, whose long serv ice in and for Soochow has made him one of the city's prominent and hon ored citizens. He was riding in a closed sedan chair one day during the turbulent times of 1900, when the cry was raised: “Here comes a for eigner! Kill him! Kill him." The mob took up the refrain, rushed the chair, opened it, and then fell back foiled, for. as the leader said: “It's not a foreigner; it's only Dr. Park.” • • • It Is rather something unusual to have a whole warship or two in love with you. when you already possess a husbands But that is the unique experience of Mrs. C. A. Nelson, of the American board mission. Canton, and Mrs. W. H. Boyd, of the Presby terian mission. In case of trouble, the United States government keeps a warship up at Canton, which is hard lines for officers and men. These two young matrons open their homes weekly to officers and men, and both are the belies that their gifts and graces entitle them to be. Incidental ly, the lonely American has a jolly time, and is kept from the power of the lure of the east. The government has given medals for less worthy Sanctuaries in the Temple of Heaven, Looking from the Altar. the Methodist Episcopal misslou. Nan king. His steady, beneficent add self sacrificing work for the Chinese came to the attention of the palace. An in teresting sidelight on missionary influ ence is related concerning Dr. Beebe. He had been invited to an official feast at the viceroy’s yamen one Sun day, and in sending his regrets he ex plained somewhat the Christian atti tude toward Sunday. For some reason the letter did not reach the viceroy until the feast was in progress. The latter read it aloud, and declared that he, too. was going to keep the first day of the week free from official cares; and since then the yamen has been closed to business Sunday. • • • One of China’s great women is Dr. Mary Fulton, the head of the Presby terian Woman's hospital and the Woman’s Medical college, Canton; the latter is the only one of its kind in the empire and it can never begin to re ceive all the students who apply for admission. What is thought of it by tne Chinese is apparent from the fact that at the recent commencement three gold watches were awarded as prizes to the students by the viceroy. The most eminent and discriminating natives do honor to Dr. Fulton, for she is a physician, an executive and a woman of unusual ability. “The Chinese Mother Goose” is— Prof. Isaac T. Headland of the Meth odist Episcopal mission. Pekf=s! This book brought Prof. Headland no little reputation in America; but his more work than that which is done by these two ladies. Mrs. Nelson, by the way, conducts a girls’ school which is so superfine that Wu Ting Fang, after inspecting it, promptly asked to be permitted to send his daughter to it. • • * Canada probably knows little of one of her noblest daughters. Miss Annie H. Gowans, of the Presbyterian mis sion. Pao Ting Fu, who went through the Boxer troubles heroically, and who is still, undaunted in spirit spending her life beautifully for a people whom, she clearly realizes, may demand her life any day. Miss Gowans’ labors under the delusion as ' to the sentiment of the Chinese, or to ! the possibilities which the future I holds, but serenely, sweetly, sunnily, j she moves ministeringly among the ; Chinese, gazing at life all unafraid, : through clear gray eyes that have • seen deeply into great things of exist ence. Two associates and friends of Miss ! McGowans are Miss Grace Newton, of 1 the Presbyterian board, and Miss Lu ella Miner, of the American board ! Both are survivors of the Peking I siege, the latter having written a book ! upon that great experience. Both are engaged in female education, with re sults that would rank them in the class of the foremost women educa tors in America. The fame of Rev. Dr. W. A. f. Mar tin, Chinas oldest missionary, is known wherever men read thoroughly about Utaina. He was long head of the Imperial university; he is author of .-tandard works in Chinese and upon 1 bina in English. His magazine con tributions have been legion. Withal, at S6 years of age, he is as fresh and zealful and busy as ever, and still looked up to for the last word upon obscure Chinese subjects. ♦ * • Another veteran, a type of New England at its best, is President D. Z. Sheffield, of the North China Union college, Tung Chow. To tell of his literary labors, ranging from bis uni versal history through a long list of publications to his present work of Bible translation, would be to out line a great life work for any man. Yet, these have been a mere phase of his educational and direct missionary effort. At once a dry Yankee and a cultured gentleman and good compan ion, Dr. Sheffield is worth traveling a long way to know. In the same group with him must be classed the famous Timothy Richards, of the Christian Literature society, an overflowing Welshman; Drs. Wherry and Mateer, of the Presbyterian board; Dr. Sim mons, of the Southern Baptist board. The romantic story of Bishop Scher eschewsky, the famous Chinese scholar who died a few months ago in Tokio. demands a page, and not a paragraph. When I saw' him recently, although paralyzed and scarcely able to speak intelligibly, he was working on a complete set of references for his Chinese Bible. He was T4 years old, when he died in the chair where he sat for the 25 years of his paraly sis; during which time he had trans lated the whole Bible into easy Wenli, or Mandarin, which is the written lan guage of three-fourths of all the peo ple in China. His Old Testament Mandarin is issued by both the Bible societies For seven years he worked eight hours a day. seven day* in the week, on the translation and revision of this classical version. He called it his two-fingered Bible," because he had laboriously written it on a type writer with only two fingers on his paralyzed hands that he could use at all. Not alone for his splendid bat tle against affliction was Bishop Scher eschewskv famous; his ability as a Chinese scholar, and as a linguist gen erally. was almost uncanny. He was a Lithunian Jew, and when past his majority he went to America, where he became a Christian and a clergy man in the Protestant Episcopal church. Even before he was accepted as a missionary he had determined to translate the Bible into Chinese. Dur ing the six months’ voyage out he learned enough Chinese to be able to write it acceptably when he arrived at Shanghai. Twice he declined the bishopric, which he was finally obliged to accept. When I saw him he said, after outlining some translation projects which he had hoped to under take: "But I am weary. I want to £0 home, and I hope the good Lord will send for me soon." Not many days later I was shocked to learn that he had quietly passed away while at bis labors. m w w American Cnurchmen Abroad. Just now tne west seems to be flooding the east wirn missionary au thorities and religions leaders. The tour of President Charles Cutherbert Hall, of Union Theological seminary. New York, through India and China, has been a notable triumph. Dr. Hall seems to possess a rare genius for Im pressing his personality upon people. Mr. Charles Alexander, the famous singer of the Torrey-Alexander evan gelistic combination, has been In the east for his wife's health. During a visit to missionary relatives at Pakhoi he demonstrated the power of a win some personality over even people of an alien tongue. At Hongkong he held the largest religious meeting In the city’s history, and at Manila he spoke in both the Methodist and Pres byterian churches. A week later, as my ship was entering Hongkong har bor by night a launch passed, full of men singing lustily, "The glory song.” Considering that this was Hongkong, the incident was a notable echo of the Alexander meeting. Nor were the singers Y. M. C. A. men; the working force of that organization has gone to Canton, to attend the marriage of Sec retary C. C. Rutledge, of Philadelphia, to Miss Edmunds, of Baltimore. There are three special reasons for the presence of so many American churchmen in the orient at this time; the Methodist Missionary Jubilee in India, at the end of last year, the World's Student federation convention in Tokio in May and the centennial celebration of Chinese missions in April-May. 1 have chanced to meet personally, or to strike the trail of. Bishop Cyrus D. Foss, of Philadel phia; Secretary Lloyd, of the Protes tant Episcopal mission board; Secre tary Barton, of the American board; Secretary Fox of the American Bible society; Secretary MacKay of the Canadian Presbyterian board; John R. Mott, of the International Y. M. C. A.; President Goucher, of the Woman'3 university, Baltimore; two Methodist editors. Dr. Parkhurst, of Zion’s Her ald, Boston, and Dr. Rader, of the Western Christian Advocate; John B. Sleman, of the Washington Y. M. C. A., and dozens of other friends of for eign missions, clerical and lay. The missionaries are now having a foretaste of the visitation they expect when that committee! of 50 American business men, arranged for in con nection with the recent celebration or the American board, comes out to make an independent study of foreign missions. This is one of several signs, apparent out here, of a remarkable in crease of interest in foreign missions. f Copyright, by Joseph B. Bcu.es.)