Sad to relate, of all the moving multitudes there were but few, indeed,
who took warning and fled toward the King's Highway. Many, like Miss
Church-Member, were walking on the forbidden path for no other reason
than some weak apology.
"What mean these lurid openings?" nervously asked Miss Church-Member,
for their flames excited her terror. Mr. World replied, with a look
of surprise: "Have you never heard that these are to give light to
pilgrims, such as we? Without them the way would prove very dark and
dreary."
"What a contrast," she exclaimed, "between these lights and those that
illumine the King's Highway! They shine from above, with increasing
splendor, while these cast forth, from below, their uncertain lights.
It seems to me that the farther we go the darker becomes the way, and
its lights the more inconstant,--so fitful is their gruesome glare."
"Ah! I see what ails you," responded Mr. World. "Your eyes are at
fault. We will presently meet the expert who will correct your vision
ere your eyes are totally ruined."
The attention of Miss Church-Member was suddenly attracted by seeing
a man who was just sinking out of sight into the fire of destruction.
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