was right, evil can _not_ be
really known. There is no principle by which to explain the hideous
things of the human mind. And then she wondered what the Reverend
Darius Borwell did to earn that comfortable salary of ten thousand a
year in his rich New York church.

"It's quite a sight, ain't it, Miss?" said a voice close by.

Carmen turned and confronted a priest. He was a man of medium height,
young, and of Irish descent.

"It's a great sight," he continued, with a touch of brogue in his
tones. "Hey, Fagin!" he cried, catching a passing workman's arm.
"Where's Ross?"

"He ain't worked to-day, Father," replied the man, stopping and
touching his cap.

The young priest uttered an exclamation of displeasure. Then, as the
workman started away:

"You'll be at the Hall to-night, Fagin? And bring everybody you can."

The man addressed nodded and gave an affirmative grunt, then passed on
into the darkness.

"It's trying to reach a few of 'em I am," remarked the priest. "But
it's slow work. When a man's stomach's empty he hasn't much respect
for morality. And I can't feed the lot of 'em!"

Carmen gazed into the kindly blue eyes of the priest and wondered.
"How are you reaching them?" she asked. "I am very much interested."

The priest returned the girl's searching look. "In settlement work?"
he queried.

"No--but I am interested in my fellow-beings."

"Ah, then you'll understand. I've some rooms, some on Main street,
which I call the Hall, and some down in the--well, the bad district,
which I call the Mission. They're reading rooms, places for men to meet,
and get acquainted, and rest, and talk. The Hall's for the fellows
who work, like this Fagin. The Mission's for the down-and-outs."

"But--are your rooms only for--for men of your faith?"

"Nary a bit!" exclaimed the priest with a little laugh. "Race or
religion don't figure. It's to give help to every man that needs it."

"And you are giving your life to help these people?" the girl went on.
"I want to see your Hall and Mission. Take me to them," she abruptly
demanded.

The priest gave a start of surprise. He looked down at little Tony,
and then up at Carmen again.

"Come," she said. "We will leave the boy at his door, and then go to
your Mission and Hall. Now tell me, you are a Roman Catholic priest?"

"Yes," he said mechanically, following her as she started away.

"How did you happen to get into this sort of work?" she pursued.

"Oh, I've been at