We are in need of clothing to be sent to our mission stations in the South. Second-hand clothing will be of use if it is yet durable. All such helps should be sent to our office in New York, 56 Reade St., and we will forward promptly where most needed. BUREAU OF WOMAN'S WORK. MISS D.E. EMERSON, SECRETARY. WOMAN'S STATE ORGANIZATIONS. CO-OPERATING WITH THE AMERICAN MISSIONARY ASSOCIATION. ME.--Woman's Aid to A.M.A., Chairman of Committee, Mrs. C.A. Woodbury, Woodfords, Me. VT.--Woman's Aid to A.M.A., Chairman of Committee, Mrs. Henry Fairbanks, St. Johnsbury, Vt. CONN.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. S.M. Hotchkiss, 171 Capitol Ave., Hartford, Conn. N.Y.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C.C. Creegan, Syracuse, N.Y. OHIO.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Flora K. Regal, Oberlin, Ohio. Ill.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C.H. Taintor, 151 Washington St., Chicago, I11. MICH.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Mary B. Warren, Lansing, Mich. Wis.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C. Matter, Brodhead, Wis. MINN.--Woman's Home Miss. Society, Secretary, Mrs. H.L. Chase, 2,750 Second Ave., South, Minneapolis, Minn. IOWA.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Ella B. Marsh, Grinnell, Iowa. KANSAS.--Woman's Home Miss. Society, Secretary, Mrs. Addison Blanchard, Topeka, Kan. SOUTH DAKOTA.--Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. W.H. Thrall, Amour, Dak. * * * * * Not many weeks since, the Congregational Sunday-school of Ithaca, N.Y., sent us forty-five dollars towards the education of an Indian girl at Santee Agency, saying "we expect to make it seventy dollars." The story "How I Became A Golden Missionary," tells how they did it. It is a clear case of evolution. If any of our young people do not know what evolution is, they can learn how to start one by reading HOW I BECAME A GOLDEN MISSIONARY. My birthplace was in a very Superior region, as for millions of years I had dwelt near Lake Superior. My superior quality almost defied the arts of man. I first became conscious of existence when being liberated from my copper prison. I was, as I heard men say, ninety per cent. pure copper. Up to this time I had never been disturbed, but now sounded sharply the click of the hammer upon the cold chisel that rudely separated me from all that had been most closely associated with me. I heard men say that I was to be made over; and I was transported far away to a place where I was exposed to fierce fires, and without suffering I was made to assume a liquid form. I was then poured into a mold from which I came out, verily, a new creature. I was very bright and beautiful, shining and glowing, as if still retaining in myself the fires that had transformed me. I now discovered that I had a new name, for they called me "One Cent," and gave me this motto, "In God we trust."