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Show 40 NORTH CHINA MISSION the t r u t h : that fragrant herbs had been concealed in the trickling waters just above the pool; and public-spirited men sought to diminish the pilgrim throngs. Not only the illiterate, but scholars, Confucian, Buddhist, and Mohammedan persisted. Official prohibition enforced by police and soldiers was unavailing. Filth was openly poured into the pool, but still the devotees, wildly professing their faith aud supplicating Buddha, drank. This is the situation that missionary doctors in every station face. The shrines wax for a while and then wane, but sooner or later, there is a new impetus, and the faded red rags are replaced by fresh ones. Nevertheless, there is a growing appreciation of Christian medicine, and the hospital is one of the most effective evangelistic agencies we have. It is not always the patient whom you know would be benefited by residence in the hospital who is willing to stay and often patients for whom nothing can be done ^ ^ L J O - T come asking to be admitted. One could not WHO 1 11K.1.N ., r , . . .•.,, • , , MEDICINE? e a s , ' y forget the little girl who was run over by a cart, and brought to the LINTSING hospital with a fractured thigh. Her relatives would not stop to have the injuries attended to, for they must get to the Yanien and sue the owners of the cart for damages. Another child was brought by her father and brother in a large basket, and placed outside the hospital door, with tubercular disease of the bones of both hands and both feet. Repulsively filthy rags were tied over the sores, and under these, layers of paper pasted on the flesh dammed back iu part the poison which other wise might have escaped. Though nothing could be done to save her life, in her weak high voice she begged the doctor to amputate her hands and feet. When told that it could not be done she said: "No! you needn't be afraid. I must die soon anyway, and if I die a little sooner, I don't care, aud," motioning to her relatives, Slave Girl Victims of China's Cruelty-Taikuhsien "they'll not care." In a room of the FENCHOW hospital lies a frail gypsy-like girl, with large liquid eyes that are wonderfully |
