ere to
surprise you a minute and I backed up against a hook and it caught right
under my collar and tore half of it off. What makes you make your
closets so small?"

While Paul was overwhelming Randall with greetings and questions, and
Mrs. Douglas was sewing on the medical missionary's coat collar, Randall
was explaining his unexpected appearance in Milton.

"You see I've been transferred to Feu Chou Fu, the new hospital there.
I've been called home by the board to help raise funds for the plant. I
left so sudden I didn't have time to write you and I wasn't certain
either that I would come here. But my father! Do you know about what's
happened to him?"

"No," said Paul. "I knew he'd been travelling with your mother for her
health, but I haven't seen either of them for two years since they went
abroad the last time."

"My father is going to be a Christian! He and mother never took kindly
to my going as a medical missionary, but last year they stopped to see
me at Shaowu. I didn't know it at the time, but father was tremendously
impressed with the missionary situation. Then over at Ponasang, father
was taken ill, and what should happen to him providentially but he had
to go to our hospital there. Dr. Wilder fixed up his body, and what is
more he reached his soul, and father wrote me just before I left Feu
Chou Fu that he had found the light after living in the dark all his
life, and at the close of his letter said he and mother were on their
way home to Milton and wanting to know how he could best serve the cause
of Christ. I hardly slept all the way over to Vancouver for the joy of
lying awake thinking of it. A cable from father reached me this morning
from San Francisco, saying they would be at Milton next week. They
sailed by way of Auckland and Honolulu. So I thought I might as well
come and board with Mrs. Douglas and you until they arrived. You can
open a can of something, and that will do for me, and I can hang myself
up in the closet if you are short of beds.

"But won't father and I have a jolly time when he gets back? I won't ask
him for more than half a million to start with to put into the surgical
department. Poor old pater! He has never had any fun with his old money.
I'm going to help him have the time of his life now spending it for
Christ and the Kingdom. My! But won't we have a jolly lot of fun with
that money now?"

That evening at the supper table George Randall simply fascinated the
whole com