# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1894_S19 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) : The Lutheran Pioneer. — 19 One of the Moys. A CHINESE BOY IN AMERICA. ‘eYou teachee me read the Bible?”’ he asked, and there was an eagerness in his voice and manner which proved the question one of real _ interest. No teacher could turn from such a question with a cold and formal reply. The work was wearisome, and her hands were full— overfull, she sometimes thought. But here was this dark-faced heathen ‘‘boy,’’ with his eager eyes and ready smile, asking her, ‘‘ You teachee me the Bible?’’ Could she, dare she, evade the question? Was it not God Himself who stood back of this needy soul, awaiting her reply? She sighed softly at the thought of the after- noon hour of rest; and following the sigh, a prayer—a cry for grace sufficient. Then she said, ‘‘Yes, Sing, I will teach you.”’ When, indeed, had any Sunday School pupil ever thanked her with such a sincerity as that? When had any ever shown so glad a face at the prospect of being taught God’s truth? There are those who declare that the Chinese * boys only care to learn our language. Perhaps. And what then? Will not our language bring to them the knowledge of the only one God, and Jesus, His Son, who gave Himself for their ransom? i Every Sunday his bright, eager face met her, and he searched diligently with her those wondrous Scriptures which would make him wise unto salvation. , Sometimes Sing would tell her of his trou- bles; of his laundry, and of how the ‘‘’meli- can boys”’ tormented him — breaking panes of glass and committing other mean trespasses. Then she taught him the Lord’s Prayer, and the meaning of ‘‘Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”” ‘*Yes, me forgive’em; bleak glass, do what ?em likee to me, no touchee my Fay!’’ And his dark eyes grew very tender. ‘“Who is Fay?’ she asked. Fay was his cousin—Moy Fay. He wasa hunchback, she found out afterwards, and _rarely went from the doorway of the laundry, because the ‘‘’melican boys’’ were so rude to him. When she told Sing to teach his cousin about Jesus, he asked, ‘‘You could come and tellee him,’’ so pleadingly that she overcame her scruples and went to the laundry and taught the poor cripple. : Do you know how those Chinese boys love one another? We may well learn from them in this respect. : Moy Sing gave always the best of every- thing to Fay. Many a little delicacy of fruit or a few bright flowers made the poor cousin’s life happier. Many a long evening, when other men were enjoying an entertainment, or the meeting in church would have been very pleas- ant to Sing, he would sit with Fay in cheerful And as he learned to read the Bible, he would read it aloud to his cousin, repeating the lesson which his teacher had given him. As the soft spring days dawned upon the great city, there came a Sunday when Moy Sing was not there. His teacher waited and wondered. She sat at her little table in her quiet corner, the hum of- voices all around her. At last she heard some one say: ‘Tell Miss ——. She does not know.’”’ Then one of the boys went to her and told her that Moy Sing had been badly hurt in a quarrel, and ‘the not live; he want you come quick.’’ Her heart sank. Ina quarrel! And she thought he had learned to love the meek and lowly Jesus. She was soon there. The ‘‘’melican boys’’ had done their work well this time. Not broken panes only, but a simple, gentle, loving heart— a human creature who would not have harmed his worst enemy. ‘“‘Not for me, Miss »” he said, lifting his eyes fearlessly to meet hers. ‘‘I not fight for me; only to keep Fay flom get hurt.”’ He was very weak from loss of blood, but his mind was very. clear, and he looked around from time to time at poor Fay, who sat silently weeping. ‘*Sing, God knows all about it. It was right for you to take care of Fay. Can you say the Lord’s Prayer ?’’ He repeated it with her, in weak, but clear tones. When they had finished, ‘‘Miss ne he said, ‘‘I t?ank you for teachee me how to read the Bible. Fay mos’ learn, too. So glad *melican boys not hurt Fay. Who take care of Fay now?’’ we The lady assured him that she would do so, and he seemed satjsfied. He asked his teacher to say a prayer for him to Jesus, that he ‘‘not mean to strike, only so Fay not get hurt,’’ and to tell Jesus ‘‘he sorry ; please forgive.”’ It had been one of the unprovoked assaults, too shamefully common in-many parts of our country, where a ‘‘heathen’s’’ home had been invaded and the poor, deformed Fay made the target for the attacks called ‘‘fun.’’? No one, of all the crowd that gathered, moved to shield the Chinese lad, and his cousin, strong in his great affection, had to battle for him alonc. He did not mind that he had received his death wound. His simple, peaceful heart was only sad for the part he had been compelled to take. But he would soon be at rest now, and those blessed Bible truths which he had so longed to read for himself would become fully known to him. A little hour or two, and one of the "Moy family would be one of that great multi- tude who had come through much tribulation, and received white robes. Children’s Work Sor Children. ——_—> + o-< e+ Att the greatness of whole mankind com- pared to the greatness of the One Triune God, amounts to just as much as a small spark from self-denial, striving to brighten his lonely life. | a large fire.—Luther. Constrained by Love. A negro girl was being sold in a southern market-place. She was young and handsome. She trembled as she saw the evil-looking men gather about her, and bid for her. A wealthy gentleman, seeing her terror, purchased her and set her free. She was overjoyed at being delivered from the evil men who sought to buy her. She followed him to his home, and although he was in no need of her service, she refused to leave. She remained a life-long and trusty servant of him and his family. It was her delight to serve the man who had re- deemed her from that which was worse than death. Love constrained her. Him who has purchased us from sin and Satan, and are truly grateful, we will be constrained to serve Him as long as we live. If we love On the deck of a foundering vessel stood a negro slave, the last man on board. He was about to step into the life-boat at her last trip, which was loaded almost.to the gunwale. He was observed to carry in his arms a bundle; and the boat’s crew, who had great difliculty in keeping her afloat in such a roaring sea, re- fused to receive him unless he came unencum- bered and alone. He pressed to his bosom what he carried in his arms, and seemed loth to part with it. They insisted. He had his choice, either to leap into the boat and leave that behind, or throw it in and perish. He opened its folds, and there, warmly wrapped, lay two children whom their father, his master, had committed to his care. He kissed them, bade the sailors carry his affectionate fare- well to his master, and tell him that he was faithful to them to the end. ‘Then, lowering the children into the boat, which pushed off, that noble-hearted black man stood alone on the smoking deck, and soon went down with the foundering ship. That is love. If we have love for our Master, what will we not do in His service? 2+ 0