Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE MISSION INSTITUTE The day following my meeting with Jesus I made my first visit to the Mission Institute. It is conveniently situated in a central part of the city. Buildings and grounds cover a whole square, and before the main structure is laid out a little park with great trees, tropical plants, winding walks, and beautiful flower beds. Entering this park from the street, I made my way to the main door, where an aged Mexican servant sat on the porch, absorbed in a large volume which lay upon his knees. He looked up as I approached, smiled amiably, and resumed his reading. The face he disclosed was cruelly disfigured by a harelip and a deep scar on the right cheek; yet its expression when he smiled was strangely benign and childlike. The book, I could see, was a Bible. It was a most gratifying sight; it filled my mind and quickened my heart. That dark face seemed to reflect the sacred light of truth; that poor benighted mind was illuminated. " Who," thought I, " can measure the worth of this one soul redeemed ? What cost in sordid gold-" " You are welcome to the Institute," said a soft, pleasant voice, and Jesus came forward with extended hand. I pointed to the aged Mexican, still bent over his Bible. "There," said I, "there is the most touching thing I have witnessed since coming to Mexico, that old man reading his Bible." Jesus surprised me by a merry laugh. " That! Why, that's Antonio. He isn't reading; he can't read. He's just looking at the pictures." "Antonio!" He addressed the old man in Spanish, at the same time examining the volume over his shoulder. " Que estas mirando ?" Antonio laughed a low, gleeful laugh without looking up and answered : — " El soldado tiene al nino por los pies y lo va a cortar en dos. Esta gritando... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.