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With this reply all negotiations tending to matrimony broke down.

For six years they had remained friends and had corresponded regularly though
unromantically; both had remained single.

“I have told you all this,” Lena went on, “because I am interested in his salvation,
and I want you to be on the lookout for him when you go to Nanking to preach next
week. I shall write him to go to hear you and to greet you after the meeting and make
himself known.” I assured her that I would not forget.

On my return to the Yangtze after the meetings in Kaifeng, I was accompanied on
the railroad trip by Ernest Yin, who made an official business trip to Shanghai to
synchronize with my return south. We enjoyed a wonderful Christian fellowship on

the journey and he confided many of his plans for the advancement of the work of the
Lord to me. He also told me that he was making the trip at that time in order to round
up his second son, Arthur, and his second daughter, Grace, to attend the meetings I
was about to hold in Nanking.

When the meetings in Nanking opened the following week I noticed an excellently
dressed young man in the audience at the first afternoon meeting.

This young man came up afterwards and introduced himself as Arthur Yin. He said
his father had sent him up from Shanghai, and he wished to “report present.” His
father had told him to bring his sister, Grace, too, but on account of an afternoon “lab”
period in the University, she could not come until the night meeting. True to his word,

both were there that night, and I was introduced to the charming Grace.

I had noticed particularly during the course of the message a very handsome young
Chinese who sat on the front seat fastidiously dressed in native costume and

conducting himself with admirable attention and dignity.

I noticed that this fine looking young man stood waiting after the service to speak
to me. “That,” thought I to myself, “is Lena‟s boy friend.” So it proved to be.

He presented himself with a courteous bow and thrust his hand into his bosom to
withdraw a letter.

I said, “You may save yourself the trouble of that letter of identification. You are

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