"Can you see that place called 'Perfect Peace' along the Broad Highway,"
continued the oculist as he pointed to a far-off region.
"I can see nothing that looks like it," she honestly confessed, quite
surprised to discover the existence of these apparent defects of her
vision.
"A very sad and extreme case," murmured the examiner as he requested
her to open her Bible.
"Can you see, in that book, that all people shall be saved, and none
perish?"
"I am surely blind to that and always have been," she readily admitted
with a little more boldness.
"Perhaps you can see the justice of God in punishing the sinner?" he
continued with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
"Plainly visible."
"So I expected."
He then proceeded to a more minute examination, after which he wrote
a brief diagnosis and commended her to a specialist in the next
building.
She hesitated somewhat, but Mr. World, handing her, confidentially,
a handsome sum of yellow coin from his bag of gold, brought words of
deep thankfulness from her lips, and gave decision to her steps in the
direction he desired.
From the great dome they were taken in a closed car over the high
suspension bridge to the adjoining building which was of still greater
magnitude.
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