She had not forgotten the teaching of the
sermon in Mr. World's church. Subsequently she reasoned that the only
way to learn the taste of forbidden fruit was to eat of it.
"I will enter these buildings as a student," she soliloquized. "I will
be cautious. Surely I have sufficiently clear judgment to discern
between good and evil."
The crafty Mr. World, having won her confidence, escorted her all
through the Wicked Valley. By a continual palliation she yielded one
point after another until her virtue was sacrificed on a cursed altar.
Satan assisted her in solving many perplexing problems when she reeled
in the realm of doubt.
At the conclusion of their protracted visit I heard the wicked Mr.
World say to his beloved friend: "Your eyes are completely cured. You
may now with safety lay aside the glasses. I hope you will never have
occasion to use them again."
Of the multitudes that tarried here from the Narrow Way very few went
out at the front door. Having stultified themselves, they passed from
the rooms at the rear, and thenceforth traveled on the other path more
suited to their changed natures.
The two congenial companions, proceeding on their way, soon overtook
a company of church-members.
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