Doctor Apricot of "Heaven-below" : the story of the Hangchow medical mission (C.M.S.) / by Kingston De Gruchè.
- De Gruchè, Kingston.
- Date:
- [between 1910 and 1919?]
Licence: In copyright
Credit: Doctor Apricot of "Heaven-below" : the story of the Hangchow medical mission (C.M.S.) / by Kingston De Gruchè. Source: Wellcome Collection.
Provider: This material has been provided by The University of Glasgow Library. The original may be consulted at The University of Glasgow Library.
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![annually in the room used below as a dispensary during that time. The doctor had been obliged to return home about three years previously on account of his wife's health, but the return was, alas, made too late to save her life. So here was the little building, empty it is true, not over clean, also, but when put into good condition as regards the latter point, to what possibilities would it lend itself? What would that building and its future occupants become as a factor in his life ? thought the new-comer. And as the young doctor, in the freshness of his first zeal and consecration, stood looking at the sphere of work he had come out to, and for which the devil suggested to him he had left what would have been a lucrative career at home, he quickly repelled the evil suggestion by there and then, in his own heart, reconsecrating himself to God for the upraising and helping of the poor people among whom he had come to dwell. Mr. Greyman looked at his silent companion and wished he would overflow and speak of his desires and aspirations for the work; but Dr. Apricot having much power of discernment, saw that it would not only be premature on his part to speak of alterations, but that his doing so would probably prejudice him in the eyes of the older workers who for so many years had been bearing the burden and heat of the day. Time enough, thought he, when I feel my feet under me, and have climbed some way up the Great Wall of the Chinese language, which at present separates me from so many thousands of my fellow-beings. By my God must I leap over this wall, he thought, adapting Psalm xviii. 29 to his present need. How long he stood there on the narrow path between the frozen shrubs, gazing at the small building before him, Br. Apricot could not have told anyone. Mr. Greyman had moved away to speak to a passer by, and when he ]](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b2147140x_0024.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
