The same year that little Mary Stone first saw the light, on almost the same day, in another part of the same city, another little girl was born, a member of the same proud old family whose line runs back so many years into Chinese antiquity.  Unlike Mary Stone, she was not born into a Christian home, but it was a home where the parents truly loved each other, and one in which she might have spent a very happy childhood, had not the young father died while she was still a baby.

The mother, broken-hearted over her husband’s death, decided to become a Taoist nun and devote the remainder of her life to the search for truth.  With her baby she shut herself up in a little hut outside of the city, seeing no one, and giving her whole time to the care of the child and her efforts to find truth.  The members of her family, which is one of the wealthiest and most aristocratic in Kiukiang, were greatly pleased with what they considered an eminently virtuous resolve for a young widow to make, and applied to the Emperor for his approval of the course she had decided to follow.  This being heartily given, they built a very comfortable home for her on the outskirts of Kiukiang.  The building was christened Purity Hall, and over its gateway were placed large placards announcing the imperial sanction of the life which the young widow had chosen for herself and her child.

Here the little girl grew to womanhood, knowing no companionship except that of her mother and her teachers.  Her mother employed the best possible Chinese teachers for her, and she early learned to read the books of the three religions of China, that she might join her mother in her pursuit of truth.  She seldom left the house, and no one but her teachers ever entered it, but day after day she pored over the books on Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism until she had read them all.  She, too, became a Taoist nun, but continued in the worship and study of Buddhism and Confucianism also, determined to find the true religion.

She even surpassed her mother in the ardour of her search for truth, for she spent twelve entire years, in periods of three years each, in one room of the house, living in the most absolute seclusion, not seeing her mother, speaking to no one, and hearing no voice, for three years at a time.  After such a vigil she came out into the rest of the house for a year, then went back for another three years of solitude.  In one corner of this room were the shrine and the altar before which Yu Kuliang knelt hour after hour during the years of her long vigil, and the idols, large and small, of wood and stone, which were her only companions.  She always kept three sticks of incense burning before the shrine, one for each religion, that she might be sure not to make a mistake.  In the ardour of her devotion she even made offerings of pieces of her own flesh to the idols.  Her whole body, even her face, was covered with the ugly round scars caused by this self-mutilation.

When Yu Kuliang was a woman of thirty-two she learned that the Stones were her cousins, and of her own accord went to call on them.  Thereafter the doors of “Purity Hall,” so long fast closed to all, were thrown open to the Stone family.  Yu Kuliang and her cousin Dr. Mary Stone, born at almost the same time, living, and having always lived, lives as totally different as two lives could be, became fast friends.  To Dr. Stone, Yu Kuliang frankly confessed that an entire life spent in seeking truth had not brought her success.  She was very willing to listen to all that Dr. Stone had to tell her of the truth which she had found, and finally even succeeded in summoning up sufficient courage to attend the Sunday morning church service.  Her years of seclusion had made her so timid, and so afraid of mingling among people, however, that the first time she came to the church she disguised herself in the garb of a Chinese man.  Dr. Stone gave her a Bible and she began the study of it at once, with the same earnestness and determination to find truth that she had shown in her study of the books of the Chinese religion.

After she had once gained courage to attend the church service she came frequently, no longer in man’s clothes, nor in the coarse, grey cotton costume of the Taoist nun, which she discarded soon after knowing Dr. Stone, but in the ordinary dress of the Chinese woman.  She became a frequent visitor to the hospital, too, where she loved to follow Dr. Stone from ward to ward, or to sit beside her in the dispensary as she cared for the suffering women and children who flocked there daily.

Finally Dr. Stone invited her to come to her for a week’s visit, hardly daring to hope that she would do so; for she had never, since entering “Purity Hall” as a baby, spent a night outside of it.  But she consented, and gladly drank in all that Dr. Stone and the doctor’s mother told her of the truth which she had so long sought.  One day soon after she had gone home, when Dr. Stone was calling on her and her mother, the mother drew Dr. Stone aside and said, “Since my daughter came back from your house she hasn’t been upstairs to see the idols once.”  After years of ceaseless devotion to them, Yu Kuliang had forsaken her idols, and was turning toward the living God.  Soon afterward, when it was necessary for Dr. Stone to go to America for an operation, and for Miss Hughes, who was in charge of the Bible Woman’s Training School, to accompany her, Yu Kuliang came and asked that she might enter the school when Miss Hughes returned from America.  But when Dr. Stone and Miss Hughes returned to China, they found Yu Kuliang suffering from tuberculosis.  The long years of self-inflicted imprisonment had left her with no vitality to resist, and the disease was making rapid progress.

Soon after the doctor’s return, Yu Kuliang’s mother went away for a visit of some days.  One afternoon during her absence, when Dr. Stone and Miss Hughes were calling on Yu Kuliang, she told them that she was studying the Bible, and trying to pray, and added:  “I never go near the idols any more.  They are all upstairs in my old cell.”  Dr. Stone at once said:  “If you no longer believe in the idols, get rid of them.  Give them to us.”  Yu Kuliang assented immediately, saying, “Take them if you want to,” and went upstairs with Dr. Stone to get them.  They brought down a Buddha and a goddess of mercy, which, after a few moments of further talk and prayer, Dr. Stone and Miss Hughes took away with them, Yu Kuliang watching them without a murmur.

The next day Dr. Stone and her mother went to see Yu Kuliang again, and with her consent and approval chopped to pieces a huge wooden idol, which was too large to carry away.  When they were wondering what they should do with the stump of the body, Yu Kuliang exclaimed, “Throw the horrid thing into the ditch!” Thus passed out of her life the idols to which she had prayed for hours at a time, before which she had burned numberless sticks of incense, beside which she had lived and slept, and which she had made her most constant companions all the years of her life.  The old temple bell, which had for years been used to call the gods from sleep, was given to Dr. Stone on the same day.

But when Yu Kuliang’s mother returned she was furiously angry ­not at the daughter to whom she was devoted, but at those who had turned her away from her idols.  Dr. Stone took the old woman’s hands in hers and pleaded with her:  “You know your daughter does not believe in idols, you know the misery of her life, you know how she longs for peace; and as long as you harbour the idols in your home, Jesus cannot come into her heart and dwell there.”  The old woman at once broke out, in the tones of one taking the part of an injured friend, “But if your God is such a mighty one, and has the tens of thousands of followers you tell us He has, why should He be jealous of our poor little idols and those who worship them?”

Dr. Stone did not interrupt the tirade which was now poured forth, but picked up a piece of wood and a pebble from the floor, and when the old woman waited for her to answer, quietly replied to the pebble and bit of wood in her hand.  Finally the woman said, “Why don’t you answer me?  You have come to see me, and perhaps I have been rude, but you are my relative and I want to be friends with you.”  Still Dr. Stone did not answer, but went on talking to the stone and wood, until the old woman lost patience and exclaimed, “What nonsense is this!”

Then Dr. Stone put her arm around her and answered, “If you think it is nonsense for me to talk to the stone and wood in your house, instead of giving you attention, how do you think the Heavenly Father feels, ­the one who created you, the one who is your Father ­when you satisfy yourself with images of wood and stone instead of giving that love and devotion to Him?” Before Dr. Stone left the young women knelt in prayer, but the mother would not join them.

Later, with her mother’s consent, Yu Kuliang went to the hospital, and there spent four of the ten last days of her life, in the companionship of her cousin.  Dr. Stone gave her every minute that could be spared from her hospital duties, telling her of the glad new life which she was soon to enter, and praying with her.  Many times Yu Kuliang tried to leave the bed to kneel with Dr. Stone, but the doctor explained to her that her prayers were just as acceptable where she was, and that she was too weak to kneel.  “Those four days in the hospital with cousin were the happiest in my life,” she told her mother when she returned to her home.

When she knew that she could not get well she insisted, weak as she was, upon being dressed and having her photograph taken, for all the photographs which she had had before were in the dress of the Taoist nun, and she wanted to have one taken after she had become a Christian.

Just before her death she said to her mother, “Mother, there is nothing in this life of ours, nothing!  We were all wrong.  I’m so glad it is over and now I am not at all afraid, for I am going to that beautiful place.”  And then, her lifelong quest at length crowned with success, she went to behold the face of Him who is the Truth.