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Show stage, all beak, and beak wide open, everything comes that way. It was such a pleasure to give him a lift that those about him bore a hand generously. He had a good voice. A blind but musical Mr. Chow, (Joe), organist for the American Board Church services, taught him to sing fifteen hymns. Later on, when he was at work, friends secured for him a baby organ, which he learned to play very well, drawing hearers in that way, better than by a bell. His life now had horizon, hope, and sunshine. He was neat and clean in appearance, and cheery about his limitations, keeping quite patient and sweet when a careless guide let him step into a hole, or run against a tree. While his budding new life was bursting into flower in Peking, earnest missionary women laid siege to the heathen home left behind. They invited his wife to come to a class for instruction. As the easiest way out, she promised to go, but did nothing of the sort, unwilling, as she afterward confessed, " to be persecuted as a follower of foreigners." During Mr. Tong's first vacation he was brought back to Shantung to work in the hospital. His wife was obliged to come to Pang Chuang to work for and wait on him. In that friendly atmosphere she thawed, and found herself studying. Perhaps not more than one in a thousand women can read. She also was bright. When she had finished the primer, she said, "My heart eyes are half open." Two months later she had finished four other elementary books, and had decided that when she went home, she would, at all costs, attend the Sabbath services. Mr. Tong's mother, impressed by the marvelous change in the son, and perhaps hoping for emploj^ment for the daughter-in-law, did not object. Young Mrs. Tong was clever with her |