Coming home one day past the tenements he found himself in an unknown street, and for the curiosity of it he undertook to count the saloons on the street in one block.
There were over twelve.

There was a policeman on the corner as Philip reached the crossing, and he inquired of the officer if he could tell him who owned the property in the block containing the saloons.
"I believe most of the houses belong to Mr.Winter, sir." "Mr.William Winter ?" asked Philip.
"Yes, I think that's his name.

He is the largest owner in the Ocean Mill yonder." Philip thanked the man and went on toward home.

"William Winter!" he exclaimed.

"Is it possible that man will accept a revenue from the renting of his property to these vestibules of hell?
That man! One of the leading members in my church! Chairman of the board of trustees and a leading citizen of the place! It does not seem possible!" But before the week was out Philip had discovered facts that made his heart burn with shame and his mind rouse with indignation.