promptly where most needed.

BUREAU OF WOMAN'S WORK.

MISS D.E. EMERSON, SECRETARY.

WOMAN'S STATE ORGANIZATIONS.

CO-OPERATING WITH THE AMERICAN MISSIONARY ASSOCIATION.

ME.—Woman's Aid to A.M.A., Chairman of Committee, Mrs. C.A. Woodbury, Woodfords, Me.

VT.—Woman's Aid to A.M.A., Chairman of Committee, Mrs. Henry Fairbanks, St. Johnsbury, Vt.

CONN.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. S.M. Hotchkiss, 171 Capitol Ave., Hartford, Conn.

N.Y.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C.C. Creegan, Syracuse, N.Y.

OHIO.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Flora K. Regal, Oberlin, Ohio.

ILL.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C.H. Taintor, 151 Washington St., Chicago, I11.

MICH.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Mary B. Warren, Lansing, Mich.

WIS.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. C. Matter, Brodhead, Wis.

MINN.—Woman's Home Miss. Society, Secretary, Mrs. H.L. Chase, 2,750 Second Ave., South, Minneapolis, Minn.

IOWA.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. Ella B. Marsh, Grinnell, Iowa.

KANSAS.—Woman's Home Miss. Society, Secretary, Mrs. Addison Blanchard, Topeka, Kan.

SOUTH DAKOTA.—Woman's Home Miss. Union, Secretary, Mrs. W.H. Thrall, Amour, Dak.

Not many weeks since, the Congregational Sunday-school of Ithaca, N.Y., sent us forty-five dollars towards the education of an Indian girl at Santee Agency, saying "we expect to make it seventy dollars." The story "How I Became A Golden Missionary," tells how they did it. It is a clear case of evolution. If any of our young people do not know what evolution is, they can learn how to start one by reading

HOW I BECAME A GOLDEN MISSIONARY.

My birthplace was in a very Superior region, as for millions of years I had dwelt near Lake Superior. My superior quality almost defied the arts of man. I first became conscious of existence when being liberated from my copper prison. I was, as I heard men say, ninety per cent. pure copper. Up to this time I had never been disturbed, but now sounded sharply the click of the hammer upon the cold chisel that rudely separated me from all that had been most closely associated with me. I heard men say that I was to be made over; and I was transported far away to a place where I was exposed to fierce fires, and without suffering I was made to assume a liquid form. I was then poured into a mold from which I came out, verily, a new creature. I was very bright and beautiful, shining and glowing, as if still retaining in myself the fires that had transformed me. I now discovered that I had a new name, for they called me "One Cent," and gave me this motto, "In God we trust."

I heard it said that I was a tool to assist in civilization, and I soon found myself aiding men in commercial transactions. I had manifold experiences and, like most useful people, found that while age increased my usefulness it subdued my glitter. At last, after many, many years, I fell into the hands of a Sabbath-school Superintendent with a missionary spirit, and by him was distributed with many of my companions to the children of his Sabbath-school, with the injunction to multiply. I fell into the hands of a boy who undertook to help me in a business way which should tend to my rapid increase. At the end of a fixed period I and my companions were to be returned to the Superintendent with our respective gains; and then, after relating our experiences, we were to be sent forth as missionaries to the Indians. Before this, my aims had been simply to aid in commerce, with no definite plan before me, and like all who have no fixed purpose, I drifted here and there and took no special interest in the world. But now I was to become a missionary; I was not only to aid in civilization but in advancing Christianity.

My new aim in life made me anxious concerning the boy who was to be my helper. I took the deepest interest in all his plans in regard to me and listened attentively when he bargained with his father for a fourth of a cent's worth of yarn and the use of a needle with which to darn his father's socks. I thought that a boy of sixteen who was willing to increase me by undertaking to darn his father's stockings, deserved all the aid that I could give him. I looked on with interest and admiration, while he, with earnest toil, completed his task. When the task was ended, I found myself increased from one to three cents. This small beginning was in reality the most important of all our transactions and demonstrated that we could work harmoniously together.

While he went to the St. Lawrence for his vacation, he did not give me a vacation nor wrap me in a napkin, but left me where I grew to four cents. Then we invested my whole increase in hickory nuts, which transaction increased me to fifteen cents. I here discovered that I had not only multiplied but had become of a more precious metal. I was now silver. We now invested in peanuts and hickory nuts and I was increased from fifteen to thirty cents. The community in which we lived manifested such a fondness for peanuts that we again invested and I found myself increased to seventy-five cents.

Coming in contact with one who mourned over sleepless nights, we undertook to add to her comfort by making a hop pillow. Having invested in materials, and the boy making the pillow himself upon the machine, we realized an increase of twenty-five cents. Now to my great surprise and still greater delight, I found that I had again been transformed into a more precious metal. I was now gold. As I could attain no higher degree in precious metals, it was decreed that in this form I should go forth on my career as a missionary.

Good-bye to you, Lottie, and Rose, and Marion, and John, and Carl, and Waldo. Our association has been very pleasant together, and I hope that in taking leave of you I am not to pass altogether from your knowledge. I should desire that this history of my growth and increase may accompany me, that in time to come I may be able to report to you of the good that through me you have been able to accomplish. Once more good-bye.

YOUR HAPPY MISSIONARY GOLD DOLLAR.

CHILDREN'S PAGE.

THE STORY OF THE BULLETS.

Among some unpublished papers of the late Rev. Dr. Pike, we find the following story, which we know will be of interest to our readers, both from the sketch itself and the association with its author:

A few years after Gen. Hooker fought his famous battle of the clouds, I visited Lookout Mountain, and, while searching for some memento on the battle-field, picked up a slightly bruised rifle bullet. This to me was a real prize. It was not too large, it would keep.

A slight illness, aggravated by the fatigue of the day, induced me to accept the urgent request of a former acquaintance to spend the night with him upon the mountain. During the evening, I chanced to show him the bullet, saying I thought myself quite fortunate in finding it.

"Oh," said he, "that's nothing. A colored woman after the battle gathered and sold so many that she was able to purchase a cow with the money, and now that cow supports her family."

I left Chattanooga the nest morning, and thought no more of the incident for a dozen years. A short time since, however, I was spending the night in a small village in one of the mountain towns of Tennessee. At nightfall, looking out from my hotel, I observed a company of colored people ambling along towards a low wooden meeting-house, and time hanging heavily on my hands, I decided to join the dusky worshipers. I slipped in, therefore, when the meeting was a little under way, and allowed myself to be