buy one—­a good one—­for me?” “Will you kindly buy Hyde’s work on ‘Venereal Diseases,’ not on Skin, for I have that.”  Or “I should like very much to have a work on Hygiene.  You know the Chinese have such primitive ideas on that subject, and if I can get a good standard book I can pick out and translate for the benefit of the people.  Then if there is still anything left, I would like a small book on bandaging and massage, for I want to train new nurses.  Occasionally, when you see something new and well-tested, such as articles you think will help my work, especially anything on tuberculosis, cholera, hydrophobia, etc., etc., just remember the back number in China, won’t you?”

With keen recognition of the inestimable value which her scientific study and training have been to her in her work, Dr. Stone has never failed to remember the great Source of motive and power, and has ever been eager to share with her patients the joy and peace of the Christian religion.  Every morning she conducts a service in the hospital chapel for the employees of the hospital, and such of the patients as are able to attend.  At the same time the nurses are holding a similar service in the ward upstairs.  While the dispensary patients are waiting their turn in the examining room, one or more Bible women utilize the time by telling them the truths of Christianity.  Dr. Stone’s own mother has done such work for years, morning after morning, among her daughter’s dispensary patients.

One of the other missionaries at Kiukiang tells of going through the hospital one evening, as the nurses were getting the patients settled for the night.  She noticed a low murmur which she did not at first understand, until she saw that at every bed someone was in prayer.  Here a mother was kneeling by the side of her little suffering son; there another mother of high rank was praying that the life of the baby by whose crib she knelt might be spared to her.  In one corner a woman had crept out of bed and was kneeling with her face to the floor; in other places those who were too sick to leave their beds were softly praying in them.

The nurses are all Christian women, able to minister to the spiritual as well as the physical.  Dr. Perkins says of them:  “The nurses, too, are strongly evangelistic in their thought and effort, and even to one who could not understand the language, the atmosphere of Christian harmony and the remarkable lack of friction in a place so busy and so constantly full of problems, was very noticeable.”

One night Dr. Stone went into the room of a patient who had been greatly dreading a serious operation which she was to undergo the next day, to be greeted with a radiant face and the words, “Oh, doctor, I’m not afraid now of the operation.  I’ve been talking to your God.”  Earlier in the evening one of the youngest of the nurses had found her crying bitterly and the old woman had told her:  “I’m so afraid of the operation.  You