Into the garden where clustered a whimpering lad, his pale mother, a few niched apples and a Seventh Day Adventist missionary there came a maid servant. In her hand she held a bottle of silver nitrate which the missionary, C. A. Haysmeir, had bid her fetch. The pale Korean mother glossed her son's felony with imploring tears. But Missionary Haysmeir picked up the brush portentously. He dipped it into the bottle of scarifying chemical.
The little Korean boy shrieked in bewilderment. Calmly, with delicacy, Adventist Haysmeir etched "Thief" on the boy's either cheek. It...
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