Finally Mr. World cried out excitedly: "If we cannot go back, neither
will we go forward!"
Then a grim monster spoke in a slow, dead tone: "No one remaineth here;
away, away from this place!"
Miss Church-Member was terrorized at the presence of so cold a creature
and frantically cried out: "I cannot and will not endure it! Can I not
go back to the Voice of Warning?"
"Back? Never! No one who comes thus far ever goes back. During the
earthly life of one called Jesus there was but one snatched from these
lowlands, and he was the thief on the cross."
"If there was chance for a thief, there might be hope for me," she
sighed as her wretched face brightened.
"Hope for you?" repeated the cold-hearted monster. "None whatever, and
for none of your kind who come thus far. Pass on, make room for the
thousands coming this way, the sound of whose tread you already hear."
Looking at Mr. World she pitifully sobbed: "Why do you not help me?
You have brought me here; plead my cause."
"Alas, I cannot even plead my own!" He could say no more, for he took
a longing glance backward, over the hills of time, where he could truly
see, for the first time, the horrible depth of his folly.
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