the ability to peer into
the depths of the girl's soul, took an immediate and increasing
interest in her. Often her own naive manners broke down the bars of
convention, and brought her enduring friendships among the men of
learning. This was especially the case with Doctor Morton, Dean of the
School of Surgery. Yielding to a harmless impulse of curiosity, the
girl one afternoon had set out on a trip of exploration, and had
chosen the Anatomy building to begin with. Many odd sights greeted her
eager gaze as she peered into classrooms and exhibit cases; but she
met with no one until she chanced to open the door of Doctor Morton's
private laboratory, and found that eminent man bending over a human
brain, which he was dissecting.

Carmen stopped, and stood hesitant. The doctor looked up, surprise
written large upon his features as he noted his fair caller. "Well!"
he said, laying down his work.

"Well!" returned Carmen. "That sounds like the Indian 'How?' doesn't
it?" Then both laughed.

"You--are--Doctor Morton?" queried the girl, twisting around and
looking at the name on the door to make certain.

"Yes," replied the genial doctor, with growing interest. He was a
gray-haired, elderly man, slightly inclined to embonpoint, and with
keen, twinkling eyes. "Will you come in?"

"Yes, indeed," returned the girl; "I'd love to. I am Carmen Ariza."

"Ah, yes. The young South American--lady. I have heard of you."

"Most everybody seems to have heard of me," sighed the girl. "Well, it
doesn't make any difference about my coming in here, does it?" She
looked up at him so wistfully that he felt a great tug at his
heartstrings.

"Not a bit!" he replied cordially. "You're as welcome as the April
sun."

She seized his hand and pressed it. "Now tell me," she said eagerly,
looking about. "What are you doing? What's that thing?"

"That," said he, taking up the pulpy gray object, "is the brain of my
erstwhile friend and collaborator, Doctor Bolton. He willed it to the
University."

"Alas, poor Yorick!" murmured Carmen, a facetious twinkle coming into
her eyes as she looked at it. "And why are you cutting it up?"

"In the interests of science," returned the man, studying her. "That
we may increase our knowledge of this marvelous mechanism of thought,
and the laws by which it operates in mental processes."

"Then you still blindly seek the living among the dead, don't you?"
she murmured. "You think that this poor thing held lif