ovince,
but the geography of China is not as yet familiar even to those who
support the missions and missionaries of that vast, mysterious land.

The pastor thought it was two or three hundred miles inland from
Foochow. "Anyhow," said he, "it is a good-sized town, of about one
hundred thousand people or more, and Joe's hospital is the only one in
the whole district. The man whose place he takes is home on furlough,
and I've looked up his work in the Annual Report of the Foreign Missions
Board. Six or eight years ago the hospital was a building of sun-dried
brick, with a mud floor and accommodations for about seventy-five
patients. He was running it on something like five dollars a day. But it
is better now, costs more too. And there's a school attached, where
Marcia has already begun to make herself necessary, or I'm much
mistaken."

So the talk ran on, until the evening was far spent, and everybody
wished there could be half a dozen such evenings before J.W. must go
back to Saint Louis and the road.

No other opportunity offered, however, and all too soon for some people
J.W. was gone again from Delafield.

Walter Drury, seeing his chance, set himself to follow up the talk of
that one evening. It had given him a lead as to the next phase of the
Experiment, and he wanted to try out the idea before anything else might
happen.

So he wrote to his brother Albert in Saint Louis. "I know I'm a bother
to you," the letter ran, "but you have always been generous, being your
own unselfish self. It's about young Farwell, 'John Wesley, Jr.,' you
know. I judge he's a boy with a fine business future, and I've found out
from his father some of the reasons why he is making good. Now, I don't
know much about business, but it seems to me that the very qualities
which make J.W. a good salesman for a beginner would be profitable to
his company if they sent him to their Oriental trade. He's young enough
to learn something over there. My own interest is not on that side of
the affair, but I know it would be out of the question to suggest his
going unless the Cummings people could see a business advantage in it.
If you think it is not asking too much, I wish you would talk to Mr.
McDougall about it. Tell him what I have written, and what I told you
long ago about J.W."

Albert Drury had unbounded confidence in his brother's sincerity and
sense, so he lost no time in getting an interview with his friend
McDougall.

"See here, Peter,