Life and light for woman . she might still be abeggar, knowing nothing of her Father. The middle of July we said farewell to one of our patients, who came to usnearly two years ago, a beggar, suffering with bone tuberculosis. We havegiven him two operations, and the doctors and nurses have taken such goodcare of him that we were able to send him home recovered, only he willalways be lame. The best of it all is, though, that for the last six monthshe has made straw sandals and supported himself. He has promised to giveup begging, and I feel sure he will do it. Ever since he came to us wehave be
Life and light for woman . she might still be abeggar, knowing nothing of her Father. The middle of July we said farewell to one of our patients, who came to usnearly two years ago, a beggar, suffering with bone tuberculosis. We havegiven him two operations, and the doctors and nurses have taken such goodcare of him that we were able to send him home recovered, only he willalways be lame. The best of it all is, though, that for the last six monthshe has made straw sandals and supported himself. He has promised to giveup begging, and I feel sure he will do it. Ever since he came to us wehave been telling him of Christs love for the sick and reading the Biblewith him. I think he is a Christian, and we often heard his voice in prayerat our meetings. We thought it best not to baptize him, as he goes back toa heathen home where he might not be received. We hope it may be donelater. We taught him to read, in a stumbling way to be sure, but he canread his hymn book and Bible I think. He says he can never forget all we. MISS ALICE P. ADAMS igo8\ City Missionary Work in Japan 111 have taught him, and thinks God led him to us. He has gone back a manchanged for the better. I wish I could send you his photograph as he cameto say good-by to me that last morning as I was starting for the boys schoolwhere I teach English. He was leaning on liis staff, dressed in a loincloth and shirt that came about to his waist. He would have had on a dress,but my girl was mending it. Tlie tears were running down his cheeks ashe thought he might never see me again. I could hardly keep him fromworshiping me as he tried once more to express his gratitude for all we haddone for him. Later the peo-ple all assembled and had ourlast prayer meeting with him,commending him to God, andthen my business agent tookhim to the station and startedhim off home. His last wordswere ones of gratitude. We can do something forthe patients as they are in thewaiting room, but we can domuch more for those who arewith us
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