While they were yet criticising the church, Mr. World espied, not far
ahead of them, another path leading to the right. "Behold the narrow
path yonder," he exclaimed in a somewhat surprised manner. "If it were
not for a happy change in you, I would now be subjected to a score of
sickly sentiments as to leaving this way and going with you to a harder
one. Have I conjectured rightly?" he asked in a cheerful vein.
"It is all too true," she confessed. "If people could but see their
folly before placing it on exhibition, what a blessing it would be to
all around them!"
On the By-Path stood a small church within easy reach of the Broad
Highway. As they came nearer to the place of worship they heard music
which attracted them to the very door of the church.
"Let us enter," she suggested.
"I shall enjoy your pleasure," he courteously replied. "Only see to
it carefully that your glasses are properly adjusted, lest some strange
glimmerings of light should bring pain or ruin to your eyes."
I saw Miss Church-Member re-adjusting her lenses while they were
entering the church and taking seats in the rear of the room.
The minister led the congregation in a fervent prayer which seemed to
be altogether too Puritanical in the estimation of Mr.
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