nd.

"You do not care to talk with me longer, I think," she said. "Perhaps
we may meet again. But, as regards Madam Elwin's wishes, you may tell
her that I shall leave the school."

"Have you--have you been fitting yourself for any--ah--particular
work--ah--for your support, that is?" inquired the doctor gravely, as
he took the proffered hand. He had been swept off his feet by the
girl's conversation, and he had not the temerity to combat her views.

"Yes," replied Carmen. "I have been working daily to gain a better
understanding of the teachings of Jesus, and through them, of God. My
single aim has been to acquire 'that mind which was in Christ Jesus.'
And I have no other business than to reflect it to my fellow-men in a
life of service. That is my Father's business, and I am working with
Him. My mission in this world is to manifest God. I am going out now
to do that, and _to show what love will do_. God will use me, and He
will supply my every need. And now, good-bye."

She turned abruptly from him and went to the organ. Soon the same song
which he had heard as he entered the room rose again through the
stillness. A strong emotion seemed to possess him. He started toward
the girl; checked himself; and stood hesitating. Then his lips set,
and he turned and walked slowly from the room.

In the hall two women were approaching, and as they drew near he
recognized one of them.

"Why," he exclaimed with enthusiasm, holding out both hands, "my dear
Mrs. Hawley-Crowles! It is not so long since we met at the Weston's.
But what, may I ask, brings you here?"

"This is my sister, Mrs. Charles Reed, Doctor Jurges. We have come to,
make a duty call on Mr. Reed's protegee, the little South American
savage, you know. Madam Elwin said she was up here with you?"

"Ah, yes, quite so--er, in the chapel, I believe," said the clergyman,
his face becoming suddenly grave. "I would return with you, but my
time is--ah--so limited." He bowed low, with his hand in the breast of
his long frock coat, and passed on down the hall.

As the women approached the door of the chapel through which came
Carmen's low singing they turned and looked at each other inquiringly.
Then they quietly entered the doorway and stood listening. Carmen,
concealed behind the organ, did not see them.

The song stopped, and Mrs. Hawley-Crowles went quickly to the organ.
Bending over it, she gazed down into the face of the startled girl.
"My goodness!" she exclai