The Millions 1884 . ittlebrothers, whom she dearly loved. In household dutiesshe excelled some of the other girls, but thought her bookshard and uninteresting. Often what seemed easy to her classmates had to be a returned lesson to this dull littlescholar. Such was the brief history that I learned on my arrivalin Feb., 1881. A little incident occurring shortly afterwardsdrew my attention more to her. Lessons for the morningwere over, but, as usual, Hti Siang had to remain in theschoolroom after the other children had left, to completeher task. Despair filled her heart, and she resolved toleave
The Millions 1884 . ittlebrothers, whom she dearly loved. In household dutiesshe excelled some of the other girls, but thought her bookshard and uninteresting. Often what seemed easy to her classmates had to be a returned lesson to this dull littlescholar. Such was the brief history that I learned on my arrivalin Feb., 1881. A little incident occurring shortly afterwardsdrew my attention more to her. Lessons for the morningwere over, but, as usual, Hti Siang had to remain in theschoolroom after the other children had left, to completeher task. Despair filled her heart, and she resolved toleave all her troubles and run away. The large entrancedoor being unfastened, no difficulty presented itself, andin a few minutes the sudden resolve was carried out, andthe little scholar had flown. Search was quickly madefor her, at her home and elsewhere ; but no tidings couldbe obtained of our missing scholar. We came to theconclusion she must be hiding somewhere until an oppor-tunity should occur to reach her TRAVELLING WITH ARMED ESCORT IN NORTH CHINA. Night closed in, chilly and wet, and search was givenup for the time. The other children were all in bed, Iwas alone in my room, when a sound caught my ear—justa sob, and then all was silent. Going to the childrensbedroom I found all fast asleep ; certainly the trouble wasnot there. The thought entered my mind, could it be ourlost Hu Siang? Instantly I crossed the courtyard, anddrawing back the heavy wooden bolts of the outer door,looked out, and called her by name. A sob of wearinessand sorrow was my only reply. Groping in the dark-ness, I soon found the penitent child crouched near theentrance. Taking her by the hand I led her in. She confessedher fault, and begged to be forgiven ; but the welcome wasawaiting her ere she returned to receive it. As she soughther bedroom I thought of Him who said, Let the wickedforsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts, and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mer
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