[Illustration: "IN THE UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE EARTH." (_The peoples amongst whom the C.M.S. Missionaries are now working._)] Twice in its career the Church Missionary Society has definitely committed itself to a policy of faith as it has committed itself to sending out all who offer and are found qualified. It is a policy which, judged by the most secular standard, must be accounted a success. The growth of its staff in recent years, under this system, has been most striking. The Society has had its periods of stagnation and disappointment; at times its directors have felt driven to retrenchment. Thus in 1859 the number of European missionaries on its roll was 226; ten years later it was only 228. But, whereas in 1889 the number was 360, in 1898 it had risen to 802. During the first ten years the Society sent out five agents; in the ten years ending with its Jubilee the number was 119; in the nine years ending 1898 it reached 719. The income of 1848 was £92,823; the income of 1898 was £331,598. Its latest statistics show that there are about 240,000 natives associated with its missions, and of late it would seem that its clergy baptise on an average about twenty adult converts every day. [Illustration: (_Photo: A. G. Carlile, Exmouth._) SIR JOHN H. KENNAWAY, M.P. (_President of the Church Missionary Society._)] In this month of April all round the world--from North-West Canada to New Zealand, from Palestine to Japan, from Central Africa to the Indian frontier--men will be keeping the centenary of that meeting at "The Castle and Falcon," in Aldersgate Street. For a hundred years of work, considered in relation to the power and the wealth and the responsibilities of our nation, there may be little to show; but, for such as there is, men of many races, and once of many creeds, will, with one accord, give thanks to God. [Illustration: THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY'S MAP OF THE WORLD. (_The shaded portions indicate the present-day fields of work._)] [Illustration: THE MASTERFUL YOUNG MAN] _A COMPLETE STORY._ By Margaret Westrup, Author of "They Furriners," Etc. He stopped in the shade of the high old wall and listened. A smile shone in his blue eyes as the sweet, childish voice sounded clear and high in the still, scented air. "What now, Jeannette, shall the mistress of Ancelles fall in love like an ordinary mortal, then?" There was mischief in the pretty voice, but there was pride, too. "But yes, mamzelle! Love comes to all--high and low--and spares no one its pangs." "Pangs? Ah, bah! it shall have no pangs for me!" "Ah, mamzelle! do not be rash." "How will it take me, Jeannette? Tell me, that I may be prepared. Will it come like a fiery dart to my bosom, bringing a light to my eyes, and a colour of roses to my cheeks? Or will it take me sadly, rendering my cheek pale and my spirits low? Tell me, Jeannette." "Not the last way, mamzelle"--the voice was slow now--"for you are too proud."