Chinese Diamonds for the King of Kings

The large and prosperous village of Ta-kwan-chwang is situated twelve miles southeast of Changte. As in most villages in China it had its best or head-man and its worst character—the leader of the worst element. In this case the former was Wang-ee; the latter a man named Liang. In December of — a Mens Bible Class was being conducted at the main station by Mr. M—— when to the surprise of all this notoriously bad Liang was led in by one of the Christians who begged that he might be permitted to join the class as he was breaking off opium and wanted to be a good man. As the days passed poor Liang seemed incapable of taking in anything. He slept most of the time would fall asleep the moment Mr. M—— began speaking and his snores to say the least were most disturbing. At last the missionarys patience became exhausted when an unusually loud snore reached his ears. Liang was told he had better leave as his presence was useless to himself and disturbing to others. The man returned home apparently much crestfallen and all thought he would never return; but a deeper work than others knew of had begun in him. On his return home his changed life became the talk of the village. Wang-ee the headman who was probably the wealthiest farmer in the region heard of Liangs becoming a Christian and of his wonderfully changed life. He talked with Liang and soon became interested. The Missionary Mr. G—— hearing of the movement in this village was preparing to pay them a visit when he received the following letter from Wang-ee. Honorable teacher Keo—I hear you are planning to visit me—do not come! When I get one hundred others to believe as I do I will come to you—not before. This message awakened much interest in the man and day by day he was remembered in prayer. Several weeks passed when one day Wang-ee appeared at the missionarys door—a typical burly well-to-do farmer. He lost no time in coming to his point. The first greetings over he said I want to see through your home. May I? The missionary led him through each room. The sewing machine puzzled him—not till it had been opened and examined inside would he believe but that a witch had made such stitches. When at last the kitchen was reached Wang-ee turned and said abruptly but is there nothing more?