The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1914-01-28

enlargement of grounds and buildings
to care for the increasing numbers
that are asking for admission into this
big enterprise. A Hindustani feas,
awaited us in the home of Professor
Jordan, where we met his wife, most
charming woman, who presided over
the, to us, strange spread, with a dig
nifty that commanded admiration. But
this was not all. Mr.. Jordan seemed
bent on making our stay in Morodabad
most pleasing and planned trip
through the city which we were very
glad to take. When the carriage drove
up to the door with the liveried
coachman and runners, our surprise
found expression in the question, lis
this your OUTFIT" A smile came with
the answer that had othing of covet-
BUSINESS in it, 80, no, do not own any
carriage. This belongs to one of the
high caste Brahmans of the city. A
number of the boys of the wealthy
class go to our school and the fathers
have sent word to me that at any
time l have friends to show around
their carriages and servants are at
my disposal. | sent one of my boys
out to say that l had friends l want
ed to take on little trip and this is
what has arrived" 1t sort of stirs the
blood OF the common every day fellow
to be carried through All eastern city
in the kind of style that draws atten-
ton. and to see the people make way
for the carriage in which he is rid
ing. Through the bazaars we went
where our host was saluted on every
hand, then out to the more scattered
districts where the polo grounds and
club houses were viewed Buildings
of interest erected by the government
were visited and the heather temples
came in for their share of the days
sight seeing. AS it drew on toward
said, "How would you like to see the
finest Mohammedan gentleman in
Morodabad?" When we had declared
our presence at the prospect, he ad-
dressed the driver with few strange
words that meant nothing to us, but
evidently well understood by our
coachman for he touched the horses
with the whip and started off in a
right royal fashion as though he
knew where he was expected to go.
We soon drew up in front of great
wall with heavy iron doors for an
opening. Alighting from the carriage
and passing through the entrance we
found ourselves in large open court
at the upper end of which stood the
mansion of the noted Mohammedan
A large square room like an immense
porch served as the entrance to the
building and the place for receiving
guests. Here surrounded by oriental
luxury and conversing with a number
of distinguished people We met the
man we had come to see. He was
dressed in long flowing robe of fine
ly wrought material, light in color
and trimmed with red velvet. He was
very cordial in his greeting but speak
ing no words of English he directed
ms conversation more particularly to
Mr.. Jordan. He seemed pleased that
we had come, but more pleased at the
presence of Mr.. Jordan for whom he
had the highest regard. He did not
disguise his appreciation of his visitor
nor fail to show that he considered it
an honor to have him there. AS we
left this place the events of the day
with the past history of mine host
went racing through our minds. From
Sweeper to professor, from nothing to
responsibility, from despised out
caste to honored respect. This was
the record. AS we thought it out.
there came deeper appreciation of
what the christian religion means to
the people of the far east.
SlOcum and Brown.