Biography
The younger son of the publisher Charles Kegan Paul, Maurice Eden Paul was educated at University College School and University College London; he continued his medical studies at London Hospital. In the mid-1880s he helped Beatrice Webb and Ella Pycroft run St Katharine's Buildings in the East End, and in 1886 joined Charles Booth's Board of Statistical Inquiry investigating poverty in London.
In 1890, he married Margaret Jessie Macdonald, née Boag, a ward sister at the London Hospital. From 1892-4, he taught at a university in Japan, where his daughter Hester was born in 1893.
He travelled with the Japanese army as a Times correspondent during the First Sino-Japanese War of 1895. Between 1895 and 1912, he practiced medicine in Japan, China, Perak, Singapore, Alderney and England. He was the founder and editor of the Nagasaki Press, 1897-99.
By 1903, the family had moved to Alderney, where his wife later established a private nursing home; however, the couple separated about this time. From 1907-19, he was a member of the ILP, and worked for the French Socialist Party from 1912-14. He subsequently joined the Communist Party of Great Britain.
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