Li Liang Chen
Student, Soldier, Trader, Evangelist.
Rev. J. L. Stewart, B.A., B.D.
It was on the street of the Temple of the Four Sages,
in the capital city, Chengtu, Szechuan. There, to-day,
its low, grey gable abutting the entrance gates, stands
also the Worship Hall to the Western God, who is
surely becoming Father of the East and of all. Within
the temple, only the smoke of a few incense sticks
mingled with the tobacco and opium fumes curled upward
through cobwebs and tiles to the heavens. In
the Worship Hall, three score and more of China's
youth, black-haired, bright-eyed, brilliant-minded hopes
of her future greatness, were gathered. But half the
hall was theirs. Up the centre ran a wooden wall past
which presumably not even a wandering glance might
go. That part beyond was sacred to the women and
school girls. As not even these latter were present to
embarrass the situation, native eloquence found full
fling.
It was the weekly meeting of the Epworth League of the College boys. Moreover, it was missionary night, and members were all attention. The leader was in
