Then the knowledge slowly gained ground that there were two parties among these foreigners. Protestants, it was said, had equal power, but did not countenance such coercion. Why not invite these into the county, and join their organization? The plan was plausible and prevailed. Representative men went to the capital to invite the Protestant missionaries. After a time they came, received everywhere with honor and acclaim. Villages, a score and more, organized and sent representatives to support the movement. A central organization sprang up and a big building was secured. Among the many villages that thus sent representatives was that of the Chao family. Who should be sent but Li, the scholar, soldier, merchant, man of affairs. He went to Jenshow, listened, gave hearty support, bought books said to be necessary and went his way. He was more interested now, however, and read his books carefully. Though his motives could scarce be called Christian, he was being led and to lead in a way that he knew not. Some months later, a convention for leaders was summoned in the provincial capital. Li was ready and receptive. He returned to his native village, moved as not before to pilot his people. Many became converts, not of convenience, but of conviction, among these his former teacher and his own family and friends. Another year, and again a conference of those most worthy was called. Li came gladly. This time his home-going meant the giving over of business interests to others while he went forth in his own village, county town, and all the surrounding district, this time persuading men to make the greatest of all investments, those eternal investments in the Kingdom of God. Henceforth for him he felt his life’s chief business lay in the extension of the reign of righteousness, peace and joy throughout his native land. Two years have passed since then, but he is still as of old—fervent, fearless, faithful. A year’s study at college in Chengtu has given him greater grip and wider vision. To-day he is again out in the work he loves, the scholar seeing even more clearly the signs of his times, the soldier going courageously forward in the great commission, the trader offering in all market-places treasure that death cannot corrupt, the evangelist heralding the glad tidings of great joy to a great people. Of such stuff are China’s first apostles in the far west. Of such appeal is the message of the Son of Man to draw alien races unto Himself. To this end let us have firmer faith in all. Bo and Nare, or Found Out “Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub!” Little Bo heard the music, and ran after it. He had been fishing in a pool with a bent pin for a hook. “It is lots more fun to run after the band than to fish with a pin and not catch anything,” thought Bo. So he gave the line to his little sister Nare. Nare wanted to fish before, but Bo had said, “Girls don’t know anything ’bout fishing.”