TO ALL who have little hope for the future of the Chinese people and little faith in China missions, there should be brought a glimpse of Mr. Chow, the husband of one of the medical helpers in our Shanghai dispensary. He is now employed as interpreter and private secretary by a wealthy countryman of his, who is traveling in this country for his health. Would you think it strange that a high-bred American should prize the friendship of a Chinaman, and be eager to see him? But so I heard Miss Susie Burdick express herself when she knew that Mr. Chow was in this country. Dr. Rosa Palmberg thus describes a recent visit which she and her sister enjoyed:— We spent five hours talking with him. He was very glad to see us. We talked Chinese a little. It was easy, and I enjoyed it so much, and I enjoyed him. I do wish you could meet him. He is enthusiastic for all that is good, hating all that is bad, energetic, quick, and wide awake. He is always thinking how he can benefit his people. He is devising plans for making money, too, and I hope he will be successful; for I am sure it will be well used. He is studying all about the building and management of railroads, expecting to have a chance to use the knowledge. While in New Orleans he studied the process of making cotton-seed oil. He intends to interest the rich men he knows in China in starting that industry in China. The place where the bean oil, so extensively used in China, is made has been taken by the Russians. This cotton-seed oil is better, and can be made more cheaply. He is certain China is going to progress now—thinks the Boxer movement will result in blessing to the country ultimately. Bright, intelligent, and good, it would rejoice your heart to see how proud he is to be known as a Chinaman. He realizes that his country is badly represented by the laboring class here, and he wants people to know that he also comes from China, and that there are others like him. Not arrogantly proud, but just sensible, he would be a shining example to many Americans in good manners and manliness. He has studied all the questions of the day in this country. I can see that he has not an extraordinarily good opinion of everything in America, either, and one can not blame him. He recounted his advantages from his childhood up, the many ways which God had blessed him, and then said, "After God has been so good to me, I think it would be an awful thing if I did anything bad." Whenever anyone tells you that China missions do not amount to anything, tell them about Mr. Chow. Tell them about his wife, Quay Yung, a member of our church, a bright, capable woman, who will soon be a doctor herself. Tell them that, whatever the statistics may show, Christianity is the one great power, which, working both directly and indirectly, is making for a new and better China. The reform elements, of which the anti-foot binding movement is an illustration, and of which Mr. Chow is an exponent, are only branches of the mustard tree, whose seed is the Gospel of Christ. Deep in the soil of that strange people has the seed been planted. The time will come when the birds of the air shall lodge in its branches.—Sabbath Recorder.