another, still get sick, and still die! I don't see how they can!"

"But, _chiquita_, people are too busy to devote time to demonstrating
the truths of the Bible," he offered.

"Too busy!" she ejaculated. "Busy with what?"

"Why--busy making money--busy socially--busy having a good time--busy
accumulating things that--that they must go away and leave to somebody
else!"

"Yes," she said sadly. "They are like the people Jesus spoke of, too
busy with things that are of no account to see the things that
are--that are--"

"That are priceless, _chiquita_--that are the most vital of all things
to sinful, suffering mankind," he supplied.

Rosendo looked in at the door. Jose motioned him away. These hours
with Carmen had become doubly precious to him of late. Perhaps he felt
a presentiment that the net about him and his loved ones was drawing
rapidly tighter. Perhaps he saw the hour swiftly approaching, even at
hand, when these moments of spiritual intercourse would be rudely
terminated. And perhaps he saw the clouds lowering ever darker above
them, and knew that in the blackness which was soon to fall the girl
would leave him and be swept out into the great world of human
thoughts and events, to meet, alone with her God, the fiercest
elements, the subtlest wiles, of the carnal mind. As for himself--he
was in the hands of that same God.

He turned again to the girl. "_Chiquita_," he said, "you do not
find mistakes in the Bible? For, out in the big world where I came
from, there are many, very many, who say that it is a book of
inconsistencies, of gross inaccuracies, and that its statements are
directly opposed to the so-called natural sciences. They say that it
doesn't even relate historical events accurately. But, after all,
the Bible is just the record of the unfoldment in the human
consciousness of the concept of God. Why cavil at it when it
contains, as we must see, a revelation of the full formula for
salvation, which, as you say, is right-thinking."

"Yes, Padre. And it even tells us what to think about. Paul said, you
know, that we should think about whatsoever things are true, honest,
just, pure, lovely, and of good report. Well, he told us that there
was no law--not even any human law--against those things. And don't
you know, he wrote about bringing into captivity every thought to
Christ? What did he mean by that?"

"Just what you have been telling me, I guess, _chiquita_: that every
thought must be measur