o disregard caste, they are
never enough to do anything that counts. The effort is scarcely more
than a gesture, and even so it would not have been made but for the
activities of the missionaries."

* * * * *

And so ended J.W.'s Indian studies. Before many days he was retracing
his way--Calcutta, Singapore, Hongkong, Shanghai, Yokohama. And then on
a day he found himself aboard a liner whose prow turned eastward from
Japan's great port, and his heart was flying a homeward-bound pennant
the like of which never trailed from any masthead.

THIS EXPERIMENT TEACHETH--?

For the first day or so out from Japan J.W. behaved himself as does any
ordinary American in similar case; all the sensations of the journey
were swallowed up in the depths of his longings to be home. The voyage
so slow; the Pacific so wide!

But shortly he resigned himself to the pervading restfulness of
shipboard, and began to make acquaintances. Of them all one only has any
interest for us--Miss Helen Morel, late of Manila. Her place was next
to his at the table. Like J.W., she was traveling alone, and before they
had been on board twenty-four hours they had discovered that both were
Methodists; he, from Delafield in the Middle West, she from
Pennsylvania. J.W. found, altogether to his surprise, that she listened
with flattering attention while he talked. For J.W. is no braggart, nor
is he overmuch given to self-admiration; we know him better than that.
But it was pleasant, none the less, on good days to walk up and down the
long decks, and on other days to sit in comfortable deck chairs, with
nothing to do but talk.

Miss Morel, being a teacher going home after three years of steady,
close work in a Manila high school, was ready to talk of anything but
school work. She found herself immensely interested in J.W.'s
experiences. He had told her of the double life, so to say, which he
had led; preaching the good news of better tools, and studying the work
of other men and women, as truly salesmen as himself, who preached a
more arresting and insistent gospel.

"I'm glad to meet some one who knows about missions at first hand," Miss
Morel began one morning, as they stepped out on the promenade deck for
their constitutional. "You know, I think people at home don't understand
at all. They are so absorbed with their little parish affairs that they
can't appreciate this wonderful work that is being done so far from
home