The removal of the growth on the boy’s foot was a simple operation, but it required the administration of chloroform. When this was about to be given the father showed decided nervousness, but a few quiet firm words from Dr. Blank allayed his fears. He stood aside and watched with intense wonder and admiration every detail of the operation. Dr. Blank saw the man’s keen interest in everything connected with the Hospital, and arranged for the care of his boy so that the father could be with him in the operating room, the afternoon clinic, and ward visitation. When the work of the day was over the missionary sometimes invited Dr. Dwan to his study in his house at the rear of the compound. It was at such times the missionary doctor opened to his less favored brother the way of Salvation. It was not till the close of his stay that Dr. Dwan seemed to really understand. The two men were talking in the study when Dr. Dwan spoke out suddenly as if to get something off his mind: "Dr. Blank, I have a request I find hard to make." Dr. Blank’s face fell as visions of many past requests came before him, but he said merely: "What can I do for you?" "The fact is," continued the other, "people say you have strange things in your home. Would you allow me to see the place?" The missionary jumped to his feet with a relieved smile saying, "Why, come along now. I’ll show you everything." Through the house they went; each room seemed more wonderful to Dr. Dwan than the last, everything was a wonder, but what especially aroused his admiration and astonishment was the school-room where the missionaries’ children—girls as well as boys—were at their lessons. All he saw made a deeper impression on his mind than the missionary or even he himself at the time realized. Some days later when in conversation with one of the missionaries something like the following took place: Dr. Dwan, looking intently at the missionary, suddenly said with deep feeling, "Do you know what people are saying about you all?" "Yes, I think we do," returned the other, with a little laugh. "At least we know quite enough." "Then I cannot understand how you can stay and do what you are doing with my people." "My friend," replied the missionary, drawing his chair nearer to the other and speaking from the depths of a full heart, "It is like this, Jesus Christ left His home in heaven to suffer and die for us—for me. The love that made Him do that He has given to me and those with me. It is this LOVE that makes us do all this for your people." "You mean then that you are just following in Jesus Christ’s steps—just doing as He did?" "Yes," came the answer quietly, "just that. Will you follow Him too?" There was a firm and set purpose in Dr. Dwan’s face as, after a moment’s pause, he said gravely: "Yes, I will, I will follow the Lord Jesus." * * *