Title: Mr. World and Miss Church-Member: A Twentieth Century Allegory
Author: Harris, W. S. (William Shuler)
Language: English
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MR. WORLD AND MISS CHURCH-MEMBER
A TWENTIETH CENTURY ALLEGORY

BY
REV. W. S. HARRIS.



to

Edwin L. Bergstreser

   WHOSE TESTED FRIENDSHIP I HAVE
   ENJOYED FOR NEARLY TEN YEARS AND
   WHOSE KINDLY INFLUENCE HELPED
   ME TO PERSEVERE IN WRITING
   THIS ALLEGORY
   THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY
   DEDICATED.



Preface.


After long and careful study we send forth this book to do its work.
We offer no apology for adding one more volume to the endless library
of modern times, constantly increasing at the rate of over one hundred
volumes per week, the great bulk of which is consigned to the debris
of the passing years. We pray that this book may find a field of
usefulness rather than an early grave.

We need not tell of the pleasures and difficulties we experienced in
preparing these twenty-five chapters for the press. Let it be known,
however, that we were seconded and assisted by several able critics
who, each one independently of the others, kindly reviewed the
manuscript. At the suggestions of these critics minor changes were
made in the several manuscript editions. These critics deserve much
credit especially for the literary finish there may be to this book.

The illustrations were drawn by Paul J. Krafft, of New York. They
evince patient study and careful work, and display a creative genius
well suited to the field of allegory.

The leading moral truths are developed in the memorable journey of
Miss Church-Member upon the Broad Highway in company with the polite
and yet fiendish Mr. World. In this lifelike journey the two companions
come in contact with many of Satan’s up-to-date schemes, and witness
his far-extended operations in many a wicked realm. In the descriptions
of all these things we have endeavored to be suggestive rather than
exhaustive, for we have withheld the almost infinite details and brought
to light only a mere synopsis of the panorama as seen from the lofty
summit.

Will not the reader, as he takes one step after another in the progress
of the story, realize more keenly than ever the unspeakable deceptions
of Satan, so bewitchingly robed in the garments of subtle treachery?
The course of Miss Church-Member is a sad comment on the moving masses
who are so thoroughly led captive by the Devil as to imagine that they
are traveling on a more convenient way to Heaven while they are actually
on the Broad Highway to destruction. The logical ending of such a life
is pictured in the remorseful and tragical experiences of Mr. World
and Miss Church-Member in the Valley of the Shadow of Death. It is our
prayer that each reader may be saved from such a terminus of life by
journeying on the King’s Highway and taking Christ as his all in all.
Then when he comes to the place made shadowy by the power of sin and
death, he will be surrounded with a light from the sure city of God,
and by a convoy of angels whose music will quell his rising fears and
by whose power he will be transported to his never-ending home.

THE AUTHOR.



Contents

  1. The Meeting of Mr. World and Miss Church-Member
  2. The By-Path
  3. The Devil’s Optical College
  4. Satan Interpreting Scripture
  5. The Devil’s Pawn Shop
  6. Satan’s Law Departments, (Underground)
  7. The Hill of Remorse
  8. The Valley of Temptation
  9. The Tower of Temptation
  10. Dark Schemes of Satan
  11. Schools of Literature,--First and Second Divisions
  12. The Theatre
  13. Schools of Literature,--Third Division
  14. The Devil’s Temperance College
  15. Infernal School System
  16. Expert Inventors of the Broad Highway
  17. The Wizard City
  18. The Festival
  19. The Missionary College
  20. The Rival Churches
  21. From the Valley of Conviction to the Devil’s Auction
  22. The Devil’s Hospital
  23. Satan’s Secret Service
  24. The Last Warning
  25. The Valley of the Shadow of Death


List of Illustrations.

  1. Looking through the open door of the Twentieth Century
  2. Miss Church-Member hurries to the rescue of an unfortunate victim
  3. “Let us follow this shining path,” hopefully urged Miss
   Church-Member
  4. Leaving the Optical College
  5. A scene in the Devil’s Pawn Shop
  6. The Shorter and Broader Way to Heaven
  7. The final triumph of right over the black hordes of civil iniquity
  8. On the Hill of Remorse
  9. The victory of Mrs. Discouraged on the Tower of Temptation
  10. The Devil’s substitute for the prayer-meeting
  11. A scene in the Devil’s Temperance College
  12. The Wizard City
  13. The Festival
  14. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member entering the Valley of Conviction
  15. The Devil’s Auction
  16. Miss Church-Member carried to the Devil’s Hospital
  17. Struggling with the real and imaginary imps near the Black River
  18. The glorious end of the righteous



Introduction

BY BISHOP RUDOLPH DUBS, D. D., LL. D.


In response to the earnest request of the author of this book I have
written these introductory words, after a careful, deliberate reading
of the allegory. What I have written expresses my own opinion of the
book, uninfluenced by motives of friendship for the author or any other
consideration.

The book is a powerful allegory, somewhat after the style of Pilgrim’s
Progress, but in no sense is it an imitation of any existing work of
the kind. It is a masterful presentation, wrought out with excellent
judgment and consummate skill.

The creatures of the author’s vivid imagination are perfectly formed
and fittingly clothed, living, moving, feeling, talking, in complete
harmony as the development of the great drama goes on to its
consummation. The author has evidently made a careful and profound
study of the manifold dangers which beset the Christian church and
threaten her spirituality, and consequently her influence and power
in saving the lost and maintaining the gospel standard of life and
godliness in the world.

The encroachments of worldings upon the church are truthfully and
graphically set forth. The manifold forms of temptation and danger are
clearly exposed, and faithful, tender, earnest warnings and admonitions
are set over against them. In depicting the various efforts of Satan
and his agents to lead Christians away from God and duty, the author
shows an extensive knowledge of the devices of the evil one, as well
as a clear insight into the drift and tendency of modern forms of
wickedness.

The final results of compromise with the world are set forth in vivid,
graphic pictures drawn on the dark shadows as with a pencil of fire.
The downward course of the deluded soul is followed, step by step; the
snares and delusions of sin are exposed; the mask of vice is
relentlessly torn away, and church-members can here see what fellowship
with the world really means and whither it leads.

The religious tone of the book throughout is excellent. The delusive
character of sin is plainly pointed out. The devices of Satan are laid
bare with unsparing hand. The abominations of vice are not concealed.
All this is done in language well chosen and unexceptionable. The
Christian life is pictured without cant or exaggeration. The beauty
and blessedness of a devoted life are eloquently portrayed. True
religion with its present comforts and its great rewards is presented
in a most attractive form, and the contrast between the worlding and
the faithful Christian, here and hereafter, is impressively set forth.

With this favorable opinion of the book, to whose edifying pages I
introduce the reader, I deem it proper for me also to recommend it
most heartily as a book worthy of a place on every family table and
in every Sunday-school library. Let young and old read its fascinating
and instructive pages. Let it be circulated by hundreds and thousands
of copies. May the blessing of God attend the book in its mission and
ministry wherever it is read.

RUDOLPH DUBS.

_Chicago, Ill., March, 1901_.



CHAPTER I.

THE MEETING OF MR. WORLD AND MISS CHURCH-MEMBER

1. The dying of a century compared to the waning of a day.

2. The allegory opens with a panoramic view of human life, as seen
through the open door of the twentieth century, on the Broad Highway
and King’s Highway. Blackana is introduced.

3. Mr. World meets Miss Church-Member at a place called Fellowship.
From here she journeys with him on the Broad Highway where she witnesses
several sad endings of human life.


In the closing hours of a long day I climbed a rugged path to a high
eminence whence I overlooked a beautiful valley and watched, with
increasing delight, the changing hues of earth and sky.

As the shadows of twilight were deepening each moment grew more strange
and mysterious until the waning day seemed to be transformed into the
dying of the century. Then I saw, as “through a glass darkly,” the
whole panorama of human life, with its painful pictures of sadness and
sin, and its blessed scenes of peace and righteousness. I also heard
the unmistakable wails of a suffering humanity and the turmoils of
myriad contentions, all strangely mingling with the songs of glory and
the shouts of spiritual triumph.

In deep silence I continued looking upon these endless confusions of
the church and the world as they still played their perplexing parts
in the fitful drama before me. All of this so preyed upon my mind that
I involuntarily cried out, in the anguish of my soul: “When will
confusion come to an end, and sweet peace cover the earth as the waters
cover the sea?”

“Will you wait for the winds to answer, or shall I?” replied a voice
so passing strange that I was startled.

I turned to see in whose presence I was and, to my horror, I beheld
a dark creature unlike any mortal being. He was without definite form
and not cumbered with any garments. His indescribable face was set
with two bright eyes, softened in expression until a slight halo
revealed to me a countenance half beautiful and half terrible. “Who
are you, and what is your mission?” I finally ventured to ask after
speech had found my lips, for I was altogether ignorant of his nature
or purpose.

“I am Blackana, from the lower world of spirits, and am commanded here
to stay until released.”

[Illustration: Looking through the open door of the Twentieth Century.]

“Until released? What power binds you here, and how long will you
abide?” I asked in dread suspense. “I must remain, as your companion
and interpreter, until the vision is past.”

I trembled under these announcements, but I was assured that underneath
me were “the everlasting arms” and, moreover, I heard a still, small
voice whispering within me: “Stand still, O mortal man! Neither Blackana
nor any of his horde shall do thee harm. He hovers before thee at my
bidding, and will leave thee only at my command. Ask him what thou
wilt, and he must answer thee, even to the limit of his knowledge.”

At this juncture, and without a moment’s warning, my vision was enlarged
and an unusual light flashed upon me. Quickly I cast my wondering eyes
all about me and saw that I was standing at the very threshold of a
great door. It was of such imposing dimensions and so magnificently
constructed that only the architects of Heaven could have designed it.

Instinctively I turned to Blackana, whom I could now face without fear:
“Where are we, and what is the meaning of this great door?” And as I
spoke unseen hands swung it open upon its hinges.

“We are standing at the open door of the twentieth century. You may
look out into the coming years as far as you wish,” replied Blackana
in a cold, indifferent manner.

Thrilled by such an unusual sight, and the thought which his
interpretation and words suggested, I marveled at his sullenness, for
Blackana did not so much as lift his head to see the spectacle.

“O, Blackana!” I cried, “why are you so dead to such surroundings?”

“These are mere playthings,” was his gruff reply. “To me the doors of
the centuries, which open and shut on the cycles of time, are as
trifles, neither lessening my misery nor adding to my pleasure.”

During a brief, thoughtful silence I continued looking at him, as a
shudder swept my whole being. I then turned from this creature so
shrouded in mystery and, stepping forward to look through the open
door, I was suddenly overawed at the still greater scenes which spread
in wondrous panorama before my entranced vision.

Under the new light I beheld a marvelous sight, for I could distinctly
see the myriad millions of humanity moving on the paths of life toward
a common goal.

In the bright halo of the scene I saw the beautiful King’s Highway,
on which were marching the hosts of the church militant, led
triumphantly by the Spirit of God to the very gates of the Celestial
City, which, though distant, I could yet see under the dazzling light
radiating from the central throne of glory as from untold suns.

In the darker shadows of this same panorama I saw the Broad Highway
with its thronging multitudes. Some, with deliberate step, scrutinizing
the objects along the way; others, in mad haste, rushing on toward an
awful destruction whose wreck and ruin loomed up dimly in the glare
of an eternal burning.

Among the happy pilgrims of the King’s Highway was one named Miss
Church-Member, who had left the Broad Way of death, and entered, through
Christ, into that marvelous light wherein she was now walking. Her
tread was in sweet harmony with the footsteps of her Master, and her
beautiful face was all aglow with the passion of pure love.

A pilgrim’s robe added beauty to her form; a Bible, carried under her
arm, gave some evidence of her spiritual character; and a religious
emblem, worn over her heart, told that she was a member of some
Christian organization.

Miss Church-Member, in traveling her chosen path, tarried at a place
called Fellowship which occupied a pleasing site close by the King’s
Highway. Here one could readily speak and associate with the travelers
who moved in gay companies along the Broad Highway.

At this visiting place she met a certain Mr. World--a good, jolly
fellow, of corpulent build, who was attired in the fashion of the day,
and bore himself with more than usual jauntiness in the presence of
Miss Church-Member.

After a pleasing conversation, in which Mr. World plied his Satanic
shrewdness and sophistry, he was emboldened to give this brief
invitation: “Will you journey a short distance with me on this Broader
Way that I may prepare myself, with more facility, to accompany you
where you wish, even on a path as narrow as the one you seem to love?”

“Ah, Mr. World,” she said, with a tolerant smile, “do you not know
that you are walking on the way of danger and death? Why would you
have me share your folly? It were a thousand times better for you to
join me at once on a path that leads to everlasting happiness. Here
you can drink the water of life in abundance, and feed upon angels’
food. O, come, Mr. World,” she added as she spoke more earnestly,
“linger no longer, carry out the resolution which you have already
broken repeatedly, and you will never regret so wise an action.” Thus
did Miss Church-Member urge upon him a course which, in her inimitable
missionary spirit, she made really attractive to him. Although he
appreciated her genuine earnestness, yet he could not be induced to
heed her words.

“You have covered the whole field of my intention,” he courteously
replied. “I sincerely wish to mend my ways, but there are certain
things I must first overcome. How much better I could do this if one
like you, in whom I have supreme confidence, would but journey at my
side. Will you not do the work of a good missionary and, like Christ,
adapt yourself to my level, that I may, by your uplifting influence,
be drawn into a nobler life, and even have your companionship as I go
up to the Highway of your King?”

Miss Church-Member, being of a sympathetic nature and of strong
missionary proclivities, refused to heed her many counselors who feared
for her safety, and actually stepped still farther from her wonted
path and journeyed at the side of Mr. World with the desire to compass
his conversion. But her conscience, at first, troubled her and her
feet moved with a suspicious tread.

In this nervous, half confiding and half shrinking mood, she leaned
lightly upon his arm, ever turning a deaf ear to the entreaties of her
well-meaning friends who still hoped to dissuade her from this
ill-advised course.

Mr. World was keenly delighted at her concession and loyalty to him.
He seemed to be willing to go to any sacrifice that might add to her
comfort or increase her happiness. His many companions could readily
see that Miss Church-Member felt “out of place.” But she justified her
own course by what she was aiming to do.

He saw that her dress of righteousness was in wide contrast with the
filthy rags that covered his own soul, and so he preferred to look
upon the garments that adorned his outer person, and the gaudy scenes
on either side of the way.

I beheld this wide path along a great length, and I shuddered as I saw
the masses thereon who were engaged in the frivolities of life as found
in the swiftly passing pleasures of sense and sight. The thoughtless
throngs were seemingly unconscious that underneath the whole length
and breadth of the path there were strata of fire, and they were
apparently blind to the sulphurous flames which, here and there, issued
from openings into which many an unsuspecting traveler fell.

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.
As soon as he disappeared the flames burst forth in fury through the
newly-made opening. Instantly a servant of Satan covered the breach
so that observers could no longer hear the wails of the poor man, nor
smell the fumes from the burning strata.

Then did I look and, behold, I saw such places in countless variety,
each attended by a servant of the Black Prince. Each opening made by
an unfortunate victim was promptly sealed so that others, in passing
along, would the more readily be ensnared in one of these fatal
fissures.

Miss Church-Member was more than alarmed at these sad endings of human
life which now came to her attention more vividly than when she traveled
on the King’s Highway.

She also saw, not far ahead of her, a woman sinking in utter despair,
and ran to rescue her. But the unfortunate victim fell to her wretched
ruin before the hands of Miss Church-Member could give assistance.

“Help! help! I sink I know not whither,” was her wailing cry, as she
was passing out of sight, her arms outstretched beseechingly toward
her would-be rescuer who arrived in time to see the first greedy flames
that issued from the fresh opening.

“Oh, horror!” shrieked Miss Church-Member as she turned toward Mr.
World. “That ought to be enough to keep any one from such a snare of
wickedness and vice.”

[Illustration: Miss Church-member hurries to the rescue of an
unfortunate victim.]

Without a moment’s delay a demon rushed to the fiery opening and covered
it from sight, completing his work so quickly and with such skill that
neither the opening nor the glare of the flames were any longer
perceptible. But Miss Church-Member refused to leave the spot, and
with tears she urged Mr. World to place there a sign of warning so
that other short-sighted, mortals who came that way might read and
heed.

“It would be only a waste of time and energy. I have seen hundreds of
such places where travelers have gone down, even under the sign of the
Cross.”

“Indeed, Mr. World, I feel as though I should stand here continually
and speak words of personal warning to any one who might seem determined
to walk in such a terrible path as this.” Her finger pointed to the
spot where she had just seen the poor victim fall to rise no more.

“Look yonder,” he hurriedly spoke, as he touched her arm. “Do you see
that woman with her steps in the same direction? Now try your skill,”
he added with more sneer than sympathy in his voice.

She did not tarry to resent his attitude, but quickly went to the woman
and asked her to pause a moment.

“Are you willing to be saved from destruction?” earnestly asked Miss
Church-Member.

“I am safe enough,” was the indifferent reply.

“You are now walking rapidly toward an awful death,” were her further
words of warning.

“What right have you to judge me,” she curtly replied, “since you also
are on this Broad Highway? Have I not heard already the words from
those who also wear the pilgrim’s robe, but who journey on the King’s
Highway? Their words brought conviction to my heart and tears to my
eyes, but your words only stir up my indignation.”

“Why speak so unkindly to a friend? My only intention is to do you
good. I just saw one who came to a horrible end by continuing a little
farther in the same course that you are now pursuing.”

Then did the wicked woman fly into a rage. “You need no more concern
yourself about me. I have two eyes--as many as you have. Look to your
own future, not mine; at your own steps, and not at another’s!”

“Come,” impatiently spoke Mr. World, as he drew her by the arm, “it
is just as I expected; let us get away from this sickly atmosphere.”
But Miss Church-Member lingered only to see the heedless woman step
to the last extreme and sink hopelessly, while her piteous cries for
help came too late for any to rescue her.

[Illustration: “Let us follow this shining path.” hopefully urged Miss
Church-Member. But it is too rough and steep for Mr. World.]



CHAPTER II.

THE BY-PATH.

1. In their journey Mr. World and Miss Church-Member come to the By-Path
leading to the King’s Highway; on this Miss Church-Member urges Mr.
World to travel. He defers so decisive a step and defends his attitude
by the use of sophistry.

2. Miss Church-Member, still hoping to win Mr. World to a better path,
forsakes the King’s Highway and continues in his company.

3. A tilt with Blackana who defends Miss Church-Member for traveling
on the Broad Highway.


The highway of the world was so broad that one could walk thereon as
loosely as he wished without fear of stepping from it. Along the way
there were so many things to attract the attention that the farther
Miss Church-Member journeyed with Mr. World, the less frequently she
looked toward the King’s Highway. However, her face brightened and her
hopes waxed strong as they suddenly came to a place where two ways met.

With quick insight Miss Church-Member saw that the By-Path was a blessed
one and that it led directly to the King’s Highway.

“Let us follow this shining path,” she hopefully suggested. “I know
it leads to the way of light and glory.”

“Not such a path, my friend,” hastily replied Mr. World. “Do you not
see the terrible hill to which it leads, and those who are even now
struggling to climb its arduous heights?”

“I clearly see it all,” she calmly admitted, “but they who struggle
most are endeavoring to carry many idols with them. If one will forsake
his idols, he can, with ease and pleasure, mount to the shining summit
which is but the edge of the King’s glorious Highway. Come, Mr. World,
hesitate no more. Let procrastination end, and go with me even to the
hill, and I will help you to the summit--while Another will help you
more.”

“Very true, very true,” he said, though somewhat irritated, “but we
have not yet come to the place where I may wisely follow your advice.
This path turning away to the right leads to a place that may seem
bright from this point, but nevertheless I know it to be a narrow,
rugged way, whereon a few of your friends are trudging, eking out a
miserable existence. Urge me not to go thither. If you leave me, I can
neither accompany you nor give you my assistance. Surely you have
learned, ere this, that your needs are of such a nature that you must
inevitably suffer embarrassment without my little help.”

Miss Church-Member, with eyes but partly open to her own folly, was
grievously perplexed and not a little disappointed. She fell on her
knees and wept. Looking up pleadingly into his eyes, she faltered:

“Twice have I yielded to you since we entered into companionship. You
well remember the solemn promise you made, but at each time you deferred
its fulfillment, and now I must again hear your vain excuses. I have
suffered much for your sake, and have now the enmity of many a former
friend, and even my pilgrim robe is becoming stained with the filth
of this way.”

“Come, come, my friend, be a woman and not a sickly suppliant. The
portion of the King’s Highway which we would reach from this point is
too rough for my feet to travel. We will shortly come to a more
convenient place; then I can think more seriously of leaving this way.”

“Ah!” sighed Miss Church-Member, “you say that in your folly. I can
testify, from knowledge, that the way is most delightful and leads to
mansions incorruptible in the Celestial City.” “Let us cease debating,”
interrupted Mr. World, with ill-concealed impatience. “If you have
sacrificed so much through my fellowship and imagine that you can find
better company, you may leave, but you cannot expect me to accompany
you on so thorny and rough a path as this which you have so foolishly
proposed.”

Strengthened by the remnants of Christian virtue yet within her, she
sprang to her feet and was about to execute her noble purpose of leaving
him. But a number of Mr. World’s friends quickly rallied and
complimented Miss Church-Member on the good she had already done. “Mr.
World is a better man since he has known you,” said one. “If you will
continue walking with him on his own level, no one can estimate the
amount of good you will yet do for him,” hopefully spoke another.

These unexpected testimonies aroused anew her missionary spirit and
changed her thoughts to these yielding sentences:

“No sacrifice is too great, if victory but comes at last. If there is
hope that Mr. World will cease deceiving me and walk in the path of
truth, I will consent to be his companion still a little farther.”

“There is every hope of that,” smilingly returned Mr. World as he
suavely bowed to her and to the little group of companions who had
given him such timely help.

As I saw Mr. World and Miss Church-Member moving on, in closer
fellowship than ever, I waxed warm with indignation, and addressed
Blackana who was still lying at my side as motionless as the strata
of the rock-ribbed earth:

“Will you explain to me this folly of Miss Church-Member, who has not
only disgraced her cause before the fiendish Mr. World, but who also
continues with him in such unseemly intimacy?”

“Miss Church-Member is not walking in folly. She is engaged in a noble
work, endeavoring to elevate Mr. World to a higher Christian life,”
was the answer from the lips of Blackana in a low, heavy voice.

“Ah,” said I, with a feeling of suspicion, “she is shining from the
wrong lighthouse. The rays of truth will never reach him as long as
she is in that position.

“Perhaps they might in a miraculous way,” suggested Blackana.

“No good miracle is ever done in the steps of the Devil or in his
dominions,” I answered with boldness.

Then did Blackana enlarge himself, and as he replied he looked down
upon me significantly. “O puny mortal, instruct me not in the miracles
of my master. More great things are done under the canopies of Hell
than mortals ever know.”

At first I was filled with alarm, but under the voice of One invisible
I rose as with superhuman strength, and I looked at him unflinchingly.
“O horrible creature! I fear you not in any of your passions. You would
even destroy me if you could, but you are forever restrained by the
Power that holds authority over all!”

There was a sudden rustling, unlike anything I had ever heard. The
uncanny creature dashed toward me in his awful fury. But I moved not,
neither was I touched. Then I stretched forth my hand and commanded
him, in the name of One who is supreme, to cease his foolish ragings,
else would he be instantly flung through the wastes of Hell.

Blackana, knowing his limit, as all foul fiends do, dared to venture
no further in his rage, but calmed himself and, with unexpected
civility, he addressed me. He told me, in close detail, how Mr. World,
by his binding promises to his companion, had played the part of folly
rather than Miss Church-Member who did nothing more than enter upon
a more convenient and a Broader Way to heaven, and that, too, in good
company.

“And what think you,--will Mr. World ever fulfill his binding promises?”

“Do not doubt it, sir. Mr. World is an honorable gentleman. His promises
are always fulfilled.

“A lie! A lie! Can you not speak the truth?”

Again he was about to rise into terrible proportions when a great hand
moved the door on its hinges. Blackana, interpreting that movement
better than I, continued in dread restraint. I looked again upon the
Broad Highway, and saw how Mr. World had so completely won the
confidence of Miss Church-Member that she now frequently expressed her
sense of obligation to him, and declared that he was not so mean a
fellow as some alleged, and as she had been inclined to believe.

“Pray, tell me who seeks to injure my good reputation?” he courteously
asked.

“It has long been current talk on the King’s Highway that you are
deceitful and treacherous, and that you aim to lead people to ruin.
You well know that I hoped, by mutual association, to win you to a
better path. I find, even after some painful errors on my part, that
you are not so much in need of reformation as I imagined. You are a
very considerate and clever fellow, doubtless under the sway of a moral
evolution, and whether I stay with you, or you go with me, it is now,
to my mind, quite evident that you will soon reach a perfect condition.”

The wily Mr. World chuckled. “You are newly endowed with the gift of
a wisdom whose inward glory has lent its brightness to your eye, and
has given savor to your very words. If you continue in your present
state of liberality and broad-mindedness, you will not only share all
that I possess, but will wear a crown set with gems of truth.”



CHAPTER III.

THE DEVIL’S OPTICAL COLLEGE.

1. The college described.

2. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member have their eyes examined, and Miss
Church-Member is supplied with lenses which warp her spiritual vision.

3. The allegory shows how Satan supplies every conceivable kind of
lenses to suit the people of the world and the church.

4. Blackana, with deceptive words, attempts to defend Satan’s course.


This institution of Satan has been in operation since the creation of
man, having been remodeled as often as advancement in style or skill
demanded.

Each one of the fourteen massive buildings was a gem of architectural
beauty, and was devoted to a special line of study or practice. The
entire group worked harmoniously toward the same end.

In the course of their journey Mr. World and Miss Church-Member drew
nigh to this great college, but the shrewd and wicked Mr. World remained
silent, waiting for the first words of his companion. Miss
Church-Member, however, as she looked upon the stupendous edifices,
was so filled with wonder and admiration at the long stretches of
masonry, and the perfect symmetry of parts, that she offered no comment
until they were quite near the first building.

“For what purpose is this group of great structures used?” were her
words that broke the brief silence.

“All for the sake of the eyes,” he carelessly answered, as he called
her attention to the King’s Highway and the throngs of people that
were admiring and entering the college from those parts.

“It is indeed wonderful,” she commented, “that so small a thing as the
eye should demand the service of such great edifices.”

“The buildings are not too large nor too well equipped. Your surprise
would not be so great were you to witness the large number from the
two great highways that come here daily for treatment. You can see
them now moving by thousands to and from the buildings. It might be
wise for us to enter for consultation. My eyes, at least, may need
some expert attention.”

She, being anxious to see the interior of at least one of the buildings,
offered no objection to his shrewd suggestion.

The building was so easy of access that there was not one step to
climb. An electric elevator served to carry them to the sixty-fourth
floor which formed a part of the huge dome into which the upper portion
of the great structure converged. This style of architecture not only
added to the beauty of the appearance, but also proved to be perfectly
adapted to the uses of the college.

The confidence of Miss Church-Member was fully won by the appearance
of the interior and the courteous attention she received from the
managers.

The consulting physician examined the eyes of Mr. World, then
congratulated him upon the clear vision he enjoyed, and informed him
that his eyes required no immediate treatment.

Turning to one side, Mr. World whispered to his companion: “While we
are here you had better improve this opportunity and also get the
benefit of an expert opinion.”

“I have not come prepared financially,” she blushingly and faintly
replied. “I did not even dream of seeking the service of a specialist.”

“That obstacle is easily overcome, for the examination is free, and
if you should need further attention and would wish to receive it, I
would deem it only a great pleasure to bear all the expenses.”

After a brief, thoughtful silence she consented to the preliminary
examination. “Will you examine the eyes of my friend?” requested Mr.
World as he stepped toward the chief oculist.

The expert accordingly tested her sight. First he held up, at a
distance, the “Delusion of the New Jerusalem,” but she was totally
blind to it. Then he submitted the “Deceptions of the Holy Bible” of
which she could again see nothing.

“Look through these windows to the Broad Highway, far out into the
distance over rolling stretches of country. Can you see the gates of
Heaven, at the end of the way?”

Miss Church-Member looked carefully, but declared that she could not
see anything that appeared like Heaven or the gates thereof.

“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.

The room into which they entered, at such a dizzy height, surpassed,
in its unique arrangement, anything of the kind that they had thus far
seen. In long and high glass cases lay all the modern appliances used
by the most skillful hands. The furnishings blended harmoniously with
the general environments. All this won the utter confidence of the new
and unsuspecting visitor. “With pleasure,” politely began Mr. World,
“I present my friend, Miss Church-Member, who comes hither with
defective eyes and a duly subscribed diagnosis from the chief of the
oculists.”

The specialist whom he thus addressed made an additional examination,
plying his craft with all the ingenuity he had learned from his master.
At the conclusion he delivered himself in this wise:

“I find, Miss Church-Member, that your eyes are very much out of order.
A complex case, indeed. I have discovered ametropia in the particular
form of irregular astigmatism. The pupil, covered by the unabsorbed
remains of the pupillary membrane, is occluded by a deposition of
inflammatory substance, occasioned by inflammation of the ciliary body.

“I have also noticed a severe type of hemianopsia, which, I presume,
had its origin in congeniture. Minor defects are also apparent, but
it is unnecessary for me to give further details,”

Miss Church-Member could not refrain from weeping bitterly at this sad
announcement. “Is it possible to effect a cure?” she sobbed.

“Ah! you need not thus lament,” said the specialist in a tone of
sympathy. “Millions have been altogether cured whose eyes were more
diseased than are yours. Forget your tears and be at perfect peace.
Calmly confide in our skill.”

She consented to their method, and was first subjected to a course of
preliminary treatment. Many an hour she lay while her eyes were covered
with cloths saturated with strange liquids. And when her eyes were
uncovered she was compelled to sit in darkness, for the physician told
her that her eyes had already suffered much on account of light. At
times the pain was well nigh intolerable, but she endured it all
heroically, hoping to gain thereby the boon of a complete cure.

After this preparatory work one who was skilled in the best methods
of the age performed the operation, and Miss Church-Member was comforted
by the assurance that her eyes would be fitted with special lenses,
and soon she could again behold the natural light of day.

Mr. World was busily engaged during the treatment of Miss
Church-Member, but he came repeatedly to her side and spoke words of
cheer and urged her strict obedience to all directions.

Finally her new lenses were put to service, and Mr. World proffered
his compliments profusely until the first impulses of vanity moved
within her. _To be admired, on account of her appearance, seemed never
so attractive as now!_

What a new world opened to her view! She looked down upon the Broad
Highway with a degree of pleasure hitherto unsuspected, and also upon
the King’s Highway, but only to see that the path was indeed a rough
one and beset with trials and difficulties which, to her mind, now
seemed unnecessary to a Christian life.

In the same manner I looked into all the apartments of each building,
and was astonished at the presence of so large a number from the King’s
Highway, and a still greater throng from the way of the world.

“O Blackana!” I cried, “how long will this continue? Is there no end
to deception? With such a changed view of things, how can Miss
Church-Member crave for the King’s Highway or urge Mr. World thither?”

“Miss Church-Member will be happier where she is,” answered my uncanny
companion as he grinned horribly. “By the aid of her glasses she can
both see and enjoy the wonderful scenes along the way.” I knew that
Blackana was covering the truth, but hesitated to insinuate as much.
“Can you explain,” I questioned in a half hopeful mood, “how those
specialists can do their deceptive work so brazenly? Poor Miss
Church-Member, deluded and defrauded, now stumbles rapidly onward with
the fiendish Mr. World. Tell me, O agent of the Devil, do those
creatures find delight in such horrible deeds?”

“It is not a matter of pleasure or delight with them, but rather one
of loyalty to their king, whom you call ‘Devil.’ To serve him poorly
means a more bitter hell, but to serve him well brings honor from his
hand.”

“But such honor!” I exclaimed, and then said: “I observe that Miss
Church-Member wears colored lenses--tell me the meaning of this; and
you, Blackana, hereafter deal no more in falsehood with me!” I demanded.

Blackana shifted his position, and with marked reluctance proceeded
to answer:

“The Devil, my master, uses in his work all imaginable kinds of glasses,
invented in the Wizard City. Every conceivable shade of color is made,
each for its particular use. Through his agents Satan selects the lens
for the patient’s eye, and if it is worn as selected and directed, he
has won a decisive victory.”

“Foul and fiendish plots of Hell,” I involuntarily muttered; but
Blackana listened in silence.



CHAPTER IV.

SATAN INTERPRETING SCRIPTURE.

1. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member now take an easier method of
traveling, for they ride on a strange vehicle down the gravity road.

2. Miss Church-Member reads her Bible by the aid of her new glasses.

3. She is assisted in understanding it by a minion of Satan who comes
robed as an angel of light.

4. Her glasses enable her to distinguish between the inspired and the
uninspired parts of the Bible; for this ability she is highly
complimented.


The Broad Highway, after leaving the Optical College, was especially
hard to travel. Here Mr. World secured a fashionable vehicle propelled
by some secret force. Into this carriage he assisted Miss Church-Member,
and each was delighted with the smooth descent down the gravity road.

“This is delightful traveling,” she said, as she reclined upon the
luxurious cushions of the conveyance. Aided by her new glasses she
enjoyed the scenery along the way more than ever. “I am glad you
appreciate it,” he smilingly returned. “According to my notion, riding
is indeed preferable to walking. From these elevated carriages one can
witness so much more of the world, and can also with more distinctness
see the King’s Highway with its trudging pilgrims seemingly unconscious
of this better mode of travel.”

Miss Church-Member took a mere casual glance at the Old Path and her
former associates, and seemed to feel thankful that she had risen from
bigotry to a more charitable view of things.

Her Bible, although closed altogether too long, had never been
surrendered. But she had received strict orders not to read it until
her eyes were fully adjusted to the new lenses.

Now, however, she opened it and was reading it under the new light,
lifting her eyes at close intervals so as to miss nothing of beauty
or interest along this way of the world.

Mr. World observed her careless manner,--how she turned from chapter
to chapter in brief succession and fixed but little attention on any
particular portion.

“I would urge you,” he kindly advised, “that if you feel aught of
headache or heartache, through excessive reading, to close the book
at once.”

[Illustration: Miss Church-member was reading the Bible to her companion
when there appeared to them an interpreter who was like unto an angel
of light.]

She made no reply, but to his surprise was now deeply engaged in the
perusal of the seventh chapter of Matthew.

“I have heard that some parts of that book are very interesting,” he
said in his good natured way. “Will you not read aloud to me?”

With a return of the old passion for his conversion she gladly complied
and read the whole chapter while they continued gliding smoothly along.

An interesting discussion ensued, during the course of which there
joined them one who was like unto an angel of light.

After hearing his smooth sentences of general Bible-knowledge, Miss
Church-Member exclaimed: “Who art thou, and how didst thou gain so
great a knowledge of this Book?”

“I am but a harmless creature of the air, going whither I will. I have
studied that Book through all the changes of time and understand every
part of it. I would, even now, make any sentence as clear as light to
thee.”

“And thinkest thou that this part is true?” hopefully asked Miss
Church-Member as she raised the open Bible and pointed to the chapter
she had just read.

“Every sentence is true, but in reading it there is grave danger of
misapprehension. Didst thou have difficulty with any particular part
of the chapter?”

“With verses thirteen and fourteen,” she replied.

The angelic interpreter then read them in a fine resonant voice.

“‘Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is
the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in
hereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth
unto life, and few there be that find it.’”

“If these words are really true,” quickly commented Miss Church-Member,
“we must be traveling in the wrong way. Does it not appear so?” she
queried, as she looked with increasing interest at the angelic being.

“Naturally it does,” he shrewdly answered, “especially if you look
merely at the surface of the text; but the pearls of truth lie deeper.”

“I well know that the King’s Highway is called the ‘Narrow Way’ and
this, whereon we journey, the ‘Broad Way.’ Surely this part of Scripture
is against us,” insisted Miss Church-Member, as her countenance grew
more troubled.

“Thou needst not stumble at such easy Scripture; behold, the meaning
is quite clear! They who travel on the so-called King’s Highway are
continually exaggerating the _merits_ of the way, thereby making it
appear greater and broader than it really is. They go so far as to
claim that the way is broad enough to accommodate all the people of
the world, were they minded to travel thereon. Therefore those who
thus make the way broad by their own conceits will meet with
destruction. This is the meaning of verse thirteen.”

“It is certain, according to verse fourteen, that we have a strait
gate, and none, on this road, imagine or claim that the way is broader
than it is; so we are credited with having it called ‘narrow,’ for it
is as narrow as we claim it to be.”

“Notwithstanding your explanation and the relief these glasses have
given me, my conscience is still troubled, and methinks I hear a voice
from this Bible chiding me. This is the chief barrier to my real
happiness,” she boldly confessed.

“Thou shouldst not dwell in fear,” spoke the shining adviser. “Do not
allow the errors of any false teaching to mar the peace and happiness
of this way. Bid farewell to all thy inward doubting, and taste the
imperishable sweetness of the world, turning a deaf ear to the voice
that chides thee unkindly.”

“But the voice comes from my Bible,” she tremblingly declared.

“Truly said, Miss Church-Member; it comes far enough _from_ the Bible.
Why not listen to the voice that is the Bible. Thou art in harmony with
every part of Scripture. Let not false voices drive thee on to deeper
grief.”

She then looked at the shining form with more curiosity than ever
before.

“Who can this be?” she asked Mr. World in a passing whisper. “You have
seen how he urges me to perfect peace, and so unselfishly.”

“’Tis but a happy friend that comes in the hour of need. Should we not
give heed to his kindly voice? If the studying of that Bible gives you
pain, adding to the weight that already wearies your heart, why not
close the book and, continuing on this way of ease, look more carefully
on outward things again?”

“Think you, Mr. World, that I would lay down my Bible? This is the
book that mother loved. It has always been my Book of books. It contains
the code of laws that controls the whole spiritual world, and it is
the only lamp that leads to light and to the gates of Heaven. You need
it as much as I. Why ask me to lay it down?”

“_Nay, nay,_” spoke the angel of light, “_urge her not to discard her
Bible, but rather to get a true understanding of it._ Perhaps,” he
continued, turning again to Miss Church-Member, “thou hast met with
other mysterious verses in this chapter. If so, I will gladly serve
thee, for I love to give light to an honest heart.”

“I see nothing more now that gives me trouble. These glasses, which
I got through the kindness of Mr. World, have helped me to understand
your interpretation so that the rest of the chapter is quite clear to
me.”

“And how does the whole Bible appear since thy sight is so improved
by those fortunate lenses?”

“It certainly appears vastly different,” she confessed. “It is so much
more liberal in its teachings than I ever before imagined.”

“_Hast thou become so far advanced that thou canst, with thy more
comprehensive view, distinguish between the inspired and the uninspired
parts?_” asked the shining one with an air of dignity.

“Not clearly so, although I have recently doubted the genuineness of
some parts which still hold their place in the book.”

“Thou art coming to the true light,” he flatteringly replied. “Blessed
is the event that ever changed thine eyes to see so great a truth. Oh,
that all the world might thus drink from the fountain of knowledge!”

“When will the time ever come that the Bible will be rid of its errors?”
impatiently broke in Mr. World.

“In that happy day when the mists of superstition shall vanish before
the true light of personal liberty and free thinking,” came the answer
from the bright-robed angel who was none else than a minion of the
Devil in disguise.

“How could such a glorious work best be accomplished?” asked Mr. World
whose interest now was more intensely aroused.

“Only by Christians who ought to appoint a committee from their own
number,--persons like our friend Miss Church-Member. This committee
could decide, by a majority vote, what parts of the Bible to expunge.
Then the church and the world would have a Bible reasonably free from
errors. Our present Bible has so many objectionable parts which, of
course, could not have been inspired, and any person who has the courage
to correct it will be doing the world an incalculable service.”

“Amen and amen!” enthusiastically spoke Mr. World. “The Bible is
certainly a great book, but it would be vastly improved if once rid
of its interpolations and errors of translation. Any preacher who would
use in his pulpit such an abridged Bible would have my profoundest
respect, and I hereby pledge half my fortune to the first minister who
will do himself the honor of taking such a step.”

“That will have its desired effect,” smilingly commented Miss
Church-Member, “for there are some gentlemen of the cloth who would
quickly sacrifice any conviction for such a sum of money.”

“And here,” added the angel of light, “I hold in my hand a crown of
fame set with the gems of honor. I hereby engage to place a crown like
this on the head of each minister who will, in preaching and teaching,
abridge the Bible and ridicule its weaknesses. Of course he must not
cast reflection upon the real Word of God. He must only denounce and
destroy the errors that have crept into it.”

With these words the bright messenger disappeared, and Miss
Church-Member endeavored again to know more about his identity, but
Mr. World did not altogether satisfy her curiosity.

Then, as they sped onward in their well-devised vehicle down the gravity
road to Hell, Miss Church-Member continued reading her Bible quietly.

“How changed the teachings of this book appear,” she soliloquized. “I
can now see how foolish I once was in taking so narrow a view of its
truths.”

I took a passing glance at the King’s Highway, and saw a virtuous and
holy woman on her knees in prayer, with a Bible opened before her.

She read from the Book, doubting not its words, and was pleading
earnestly with God for a better understanding of them, until flash
after flash of heavenly light filled her soul, making her face shine
with more than human glory.

To her the Devil, robed as an angel of light, made no appearance so
long as I looked.

Then I asked Blackana, and he told me that Satan feared that which was
sharper than a two-edged sword more than a large number of professing
Christians not filled with the word of God.

“And what think you of Miss Church-Member?” I continued.

“She is a fine character,” spoke Blackana as a hideous grin spread
over his face.

Then I was moved with indignation, and I spoke with fire in my voice:
“Give me no more deceptive words of Hell! Tell the naked truth. What
is the estimate that Satan places on one who acts like Miss
Church-Member?”

Blackana moved not a feature at my changed attitude, but spoke calmly
within the bounds of truth: “Satan considers such a one as a valuable
ally to his cause, for she is now working against Jesus Christ on her
imaginary road to Heaven. Nothing is more helpful to Satan than when
members of the church believe that parts of the Bible are untrue. It
is indeed gratifying to us,” continued Blackana with a fiendish smile,
“to see the twentieth century of the so-called Christian era opening
with the church wrangling over her Bible more desperately than ever,
and some of the learned leaders, and those of lesser light, laying the
lash on him who believes that the regularly revised version of Scripture
is of sufficient authority and approved of God.”

Thus Blackana, in dread reluctant tones, and with his tongue still
unfriendly to Christ’s cause, was continuing, when a voice from above
gave this startling and silencing testimony.

“_Such Scripture is an impregnable rock; and they, who by faith stand
thereon, cannot be poisoned by the fiery darts which are hurled even
by the latest invented guns from the Wizard City. All Hell secretly
acknowledges the strength of this foundation, even though part of the
church on earth refuses to do as much._”



CHAPTER V.

THE DEVIL’S PAWN SHOP.

1. Miss Church-Member with her new glasses looks upon her attire and,
not being satisfied with her pilgrim’s robe, exchanges it for up-to-date
apparel.

2. The similar action of Mr. Deacon and Mr. Elder described.


Miss Church-Member, having closed her Bible, was engaged in a close
scrutiny of her attire. By the aid of her glasses she realized very
keenly that her garments were out of harmony with her environments.

“Will you answer a frank question?” she modestly asked Mr. World. “Do
you think my pilgrim’s robe becomes me as it should?”

“A very delicate question. I should never have ventured a criticism
without your invitation to do so. Sincerely, your whole attire is
somewhat antiquated. It is just as faulty as the Bible. So I would
advise you to wear apparel more suited to your natural charms.”

“But where can such be found?” she blushingly asked, offering no comment
upon Mr. World’s aspersion upon the Holy Scriptures.

[Illustration: A Scene in the Devil’s Pawn Shop. “Her beautiful pilgrim
robe was drawn through the dust and relegated to the rear.”]

“At numberless places along the way. In the distance I see an exchange
store, duly authorized to do business along this Highway. If you so
desire, we will proceed thither.”

She assented gratefully, and soon the vehicle stopped. The two alighted
and stepped into the place known along the King’s Highway as the Devil’s
Pawn Shop.

This establishment was easily accessible from either Highway, and had
been in operation for thousands of years, carrying on an extensive
business.

In such a place our parents pawned a glorious inheritance for a taste
of forbidden fruit, and Esau exchanged a legitimate birth-right for
a mere mess of pottage.

In another similar place Judas sold his Lord and Master for thirty
dirty pieces of silver; and Ananias and Sapphira pawned their natural
and spiritual lives for a little worldly profit which was held but for
a few hours, and that in guilt and pain.

Satan has a Pawn Shop, or an exchange store, for every phase of desire
that can enter into an unsatisfied heart, or a soul unduly ambitious.
This one, into which Mr. World escorted Miss Church-Member, is intended
for those who become dissatisfied with the dress of righteousness, or
for any who wish a change in any part of their apparel. It proved
intensely interesting to Miss Church-Member, with her new-found
ambitions, to walk through the aisles of this great department store,
each department being used for a separate kind of apparel.

The entire Pawn Shop was full of old curiosities which had never been
redeemed. These, and more recent specimens, told the story of many a
faithless pilgrim. In the footwear department I saw many a “preparation
of the gospel of peace” which had been pawned for shoes of worldliness,
and elsewhere I saw the garments of truth which had been girt about
the loins of the saints, but which had been exchanged for robes of
vanity.

There were also many antiquated pilgrims’ robes which had been given
for more fashionable attire.

Miss Church-Member became more and more ashamed of her own robe as she
saw how many already had effected the exchange which she was now
contemplating.

One of the shrewd attendants, observing the impatience of Miss
Church-Member and the significant look of Mr. World, approached her
and offered to render such assistance as she might desire.

“I am feeling wretchedly out of place and out of style in my present
condition. Can I not be dressed in a way more consistent with my
station?”

“We can readily and easily supply all your fancies,” answered the
attendant with a graceful bow and a smile which gave re-assurance to
Miss Church-Member.

The sad transformation was effected in a manner well pleasing to the
Prince of Darkness. Her beautiful pilgrim’s robe was drawn through the
dust and relegated to the rear.

My own heart saddened as I beheld the changed appearance of Miss
Church-Member, who had just taken one more step in her downward course,
and who was still vainly imagining that she was on the road to Heaven.

I saw, with disgust, her fantastically feathered hat of conceit, her
broad sleeves of self-righteousness, her ruby bracelets and necklace
of vanity, her flowing garments of personal liberty, and her shoes of
fashionable infidelity.

Then they made a strong effort to induce her to pawn her Bible, but
to no purpose, for she had clung to it so long that it had become a
precious souvenir with which she declared she would never part. Thus
I saw how some worship the Bible who do not worship God.

Finally they emerged from the Pawn Shop, and glided along in their
mysterious carriage more rapidly and smoothly than ever. The two happy
companions, free from their former embarrassment, now enjoyed the
scenes of life along the way with increasing pleasure. The moving
masses, in their diversified employments, yielded constant
entertainment.

Miss Church-Member was soon agreeably surprised to see Mr. Deacon and
Mr. Elder, who served in the same church to which she belonged. The
carriage overtook them in a rather isolated place and stopped at their
side, in obedience to the will of Miss Church-Member.

“Can it possibly be that I meet two of my church officers at this
unexpected time and place? How came it about that you also have chosen
this ‘Broader and Better Way’ to Heaven?”

The two men were slightly abashed at first and stood speechless as if
in doubt what to say, or as if they were unable to recognize her.

“Ho! ho!” cried Mr. Deacon, “here is Miss Church-Member who sits in
one of our front pews.”

“Her appearance is wonderfully improved however,” added Mr. Elder in
an undertone.

“How came you to adopt this dress and be in such close fellowship with
Mr. World?” asked Mr. Deacon.

“I am now in the midst of my missionary work, endeavoring to lead Mr.
World into church membership,” were her glib words of explanation,
though, somehow, they were unsatisfying to her ear; but she was rapidly
learning to stifle such unpleasant qualms of conscience.

“She is doing a grand work,” said Mr. Deacon to Mr. Elder with gestures
of approbation.

“Are you any better than you were since such an elevating influence
has been thrown about you?” asked Mr. Elder, as he turned to Mr. World.

“Happy for me that Miss Church-Member ever undertook my case, for I
am now nearer joining the church than ever before.”

The two church-officials offered their hands to Mr. World in warm
congratulation, and then praised Miss Church-Member for her timely
efforts which they felt sure would terminate in his conversion.

“What more is required of me in order that I may join your church?”
inquired Mr. World in a voice of deepening earnestness.

“Nothing more than to express your willingness,” responded the two.
Your morality is beyond suspicion, and your fulfillment of the duties
of citizenship has always been praiseworthy; therefore your religion
is quite exemplary. It lacks but your admission into the church.”

“I would have joined before now had it not been for a radical element
potent in the councils of the church, and especially for the narrow
views entertained by your minister. If you had another pastor, one of
more liberal cast of mind, it would not only influence me to join, but
many of my wealthy and honorable friends would do so as well.”

“It certainly is a sad state of affairs,” sighed Miss Church-Member.
“We are losing heavily by reason of such narrowness. I thought
differently at one time, but these glasses have given me a wider and
clearer range of vision.”

“Your words indicate a sound judgment,” commented Mr. World, and the
two church officials listened eagerly. “Why should the church compel
a man to journey on a path so narrow that he can scarcely make any
progress?”

[Illustration: Mr. Elder, unable to push through the narrow pass of
Consecration, was compelled to take the “Shorter and Broader Way to
Heaven.”]

“A sensible view of it,” said Mr. Elder, “for I have learned by
experience that it is impossible to travel far in the way you mention.
I tried it until recently, when I gave it up in disgust. I patronized
an old established exchange store, disposed of a part of my outfit,
and got in exchange something up-to-date, as you see from my appearance.
I then endeavored to walk on the old path, but soon came to an
especially narrow place called Consecration. I could not squeeze
through. I struggled hard and long until one came to me and said: ‘Let
go what thou hast under thine arms and belted to thine heart, and thou
shalt go through with ease and rejoicing.’ That was asking too much
of me, for I paid a high price for these things and was minded to hold
to them at all cost. I then endeavored more earnestly to push ahead,
but found that I could not. As I looked around me, in despair, I saw
a path leading to the left, under a beautiful arch, whereon I read
this inscription:

A SHORTER AND BROADER WAY TO HEAVEN.

“This path I took and have been traveling comfortably thereon,
especially since I found this still Broader Way into which it led. If
only all church-members would know the comforts and advantages of this
way, they could no longer refuse to travel it.”

“They are finding it out more and more every age,” said Mr. World
with a complacent smile. “The church and the world ought to be one
and, according to the teaching of the Bible, how could this be better
accomplished than by having the church come down to the level of the
world, and from that point lift the world upward. That was Christ’s
method and example. The church of to-day should not wish to be greater
than her Lord.”

The two church-officials looked at each other in surprise. “Without
doubt that is broad-minded theology,” first spoke Mr. Deacon.

“It is indeed refreshing in contrast with what we must hear repeatedly
from the troublesome element in the church,” added the other.

“Will you not tell us how you also came to reach this favored place?”
inquired Miss Church-Member, as she gave her attention momentarily to
Mr. Deacon.

“It came about in a very odd manner. I had been wearing an old-style
robe of righteousness, and gradually came to see that it was totally
out of harmony with the higher thought of the age; so much so that I
became odious to many liberal-minded people. A sharp struggle ensued
between my conscience and my judgment. In the midst of this conflict
I came to a place which offered to accept my old garments in exchange
for seasonable attire. ‘Anything for peace,’ thought I; so I entered
the establishment and selected this apparel, and these additional
advantages. It cost me nothing but the mere willingness to exchange,
and would I not have been foolish to refuse so much at so small a
price?”

“Without a doubt,” quickly answered Miss Church-Member. The others
forcibly confirmed her answer.

“After I had completed my bargain I continued my diligence in the work
of the church and in traveling on the good old Narrow Way. I came to
a place called God Praise, and got through with little difficulty; but
voices from unseen creatures spoke terror to my soul. In this
unhappiness I trudged along until I came to a narrow pass known as
Sacrifice. Through it I could not go. I struggled again and again. I
also heard a voice saying unto me: ‘If thou wilt wear the garments of
salvation, and cast off these things of earth, then thou mayest pass
through all thy sacrifice with ease and sweet delight.’

“The voice troubled me much, for I feared it spoke the truth. There
did I spend a long season in mortal dread and doubt, and thought I
would rather die than suffer thus. Suddenly, as if blind to it before,
I saw a sign apparently moving in circles about me. It settled to my
left and thus it read:

TO HEAVEN WITHOUT SACRIFICE.

“At once a smooth path opened to view, and I chided myself for having
been blind to it so long. I entered upon it and hastily pursued my
journey, and soon from thence passed upon this Broad Gauge Road. I
traveled hereon for a long time when, to my delight, I came across Mr.
Elder. I assure you we have had companionable seasons. We are on our
road to Heaven and expect eventually to reach that place. Many persons
of the Narrow Gauge Road have told us that we are wrong, deceived, and
would be hopelessly lost if we do not change our course, but methinks
that those people are disregarding the Bible where it saith, ‘Judge
not that ye be not judged’; and ‘Thou hypocrite, first cast out the
beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly.’”

“Ah! Mr. Deacon,” quickly complimented Mr. World, “you must be a
champion in the use of Bible truth. How can these bigots expect to
stand when such Scripture condemns them? It will be a joyful time for
all of us when these self-righteous critics shall have pulled the beams
out of their eyes and be able to see us in our real innocence.”

While Mr. World was speaking these words he assisted Miss Church-
Member into their strange vehicle and, when his last sentence was
ended, they bade a hearty farewell to the two acquaintances and smoothly
glided on, not tarrying to hear the words of commendation which each
church-official was speaking simultaneously.



CHAPTER VI.

SATAN’S LAW DEPARTMENTS

(_Underground._)

1. An allegorical representation of Satan’s underhanded methods in law
and politics. All seen during a thrilling journey with Blackana through
this underground regions (level below level) where the laws of Hell
are hatched.

2. A realistic climax,--ultimate triumph of right in the civil realm.


I now saw two mountains so high that their shadows perpetually darkened
the Broad Highway which covered the wide valley between them.

In this Shadowy Vale many held permanent residence, until the whole
region swarmed with teeming millions of every tongue and tribe on the
face of the globe.

At the base of the mountains, on each side of the way, there were
numerous large openings through which imps of darkness were constantly
passing. Most of them were habited as angels of light.

“Tell me the mystery of those dismal openings,” I asked as I turned
to Blackana. “Words are inadequate to tell of the places to which they
lead. To know aright one must see,” he answered with marked
indifference.

For a moment I silently looked upon Blackana whose evasive answer had
so greatly aroused my curiosity.

“Beyond those ominous portals I can discern nothing,” I murmured. “How
can I be privileged to see what is there hidden?”

“Come with me,” coldly invited Blackana, “I will guide you to the
nethermost realms now unseen by you. This I do not willingly, but I
am thus commanded.”

Not wishing to receive my orders from the mouth of a demon, I talked
to my better Friend who bade me go and be assured that _a body-guard
of ten thousand would ever be at my side, though I saw them not._

On wings, swifter than the wind, Blackana and I covered the intervening
space. We stood in the dark valley at one of the openings, now appearing
ten-fold larger than before, and the mountains reared their imposing
crests as if to an endless height.

“Follow me,” grimly spoke Blackana as he advanced through the monstrous
arcade into the deepening darkness.

I remembered the ten thousand, and feared not as I followed. Downward
and inward we went, with no light but a horrid glare casting its
uncertain rays athwart our path.

“Is this the passage-way to Destruction?” I cried, as I saw how spectral
all things were, for more than a thousand grimy faces had already added
their fitful glances to the glimmering scene.

“The passage-way to Hell is not so smooth; we go to a better place,”
he answered, without so much as turning his head.

We finally stopped at a line of massive elevators, ever in busy motion,
carrying the throngs upward or downward.

As we paused, Blackana regarded me silently. I was then able, for the
first time, to see his face clearly. No light reveals the countenance
of a demon so well as the light of his own region.

I stood as if paralyzed under his awful eyes. Oh! thought I, can two
orbs picture such infinite depth of remorse; such absence of tenderness;
such barrenness of sympathy, far beyond the most care-worn look of
earth? Then, pervading all these lineaments of despair were the positive
characteristics of his nature--malice, envy, and hatred. These lent
their repulsive fires to his eye, already overcharged with insidious
gleamings. I suddenly thought of my ten thousand, and my fears subsided.

“It were better for you to remain a stranger to the greater depth and
go no farther,” were the words that finally came from Blackana’s
scarcely moving lips.

“Fulfill your mission, Blackana! I fear not the deepest depth when I
am thus equipped.”

“Where is your sword and where is your armor?” he tauntingly asked.

“My steel is hid until I find a foe worthy of its mettle.”

Blackana quivered and resumed his task. He told me that above us, deep
in the bowels of these mountains, were the more refined legislative
halls of Satan; while below us, at varying and terrible depths, lay
scattered many a brooding station where the lowest laws of Hell are
hatched.

“Let us go downward,” I said, and scarcely had the words escaped my
lips ere Blackana had ushered me into an elevator, holding me as we
dropped down and down with increasing velocity, while a cold chill was
freezing my heart, and my body playing the part of an aspen leaf.

Never before had I been touched by so dreadful a hand, but I thought
again of the ten thousand, and that lent warmth to my heart and calmness
to my nerves. “To what great depth are we falling?” I soon ventured
to ask, as I perceived that we were dashing downward at terrific speed.

“We fall to no great depth; we go only a thousand furlongs to reach
the first grand level, not stopping at these lesser places of which
you get a glimpse in passing.”

“A thousand furlongs,” I repeated, “down into the earth! Who ever heard
of such a descent before?” But I still thought of my ten thousand,
even though I could not conceive how they could follow me in such
places.

“At what rate do we now travel?” I nervously asked, for I felt the
hand of Blackana still pressing me down lest the great elevator would
fall faster than my body.

“According to earthly reckoning we are falling twenty furlongs a second
and our speed is still increasing with the descent,” was the startling
answer.

I spoke no more, but found myself clutching the raised bars of the
floor. I saw the glimmering light of many a region as we darted by at
our lightning speed.

In an incredibly short time we reached the first grand level. Blackana
led me forth from the elevator into an immense cavern whose dimensions
were apparently as limitless as the space between the earth and sky.
It was illuminated by infernal lights and all astir with moving
thousands in fabled dress and shape.

Never before had I imagined or beheld such a scene. Pure gold was as
plentiful as the water of the earth, and was abundantly used in the
construction of vast halls whose overarching vaults were encrusted
with priceless gems that dazzled like jets of crystallized light.

“What weird world is this?” I asked in an awed tone.

“This is one of my master’s legislative centers, devoted to each
separate government on earth. The many legislators of this whole region
are ever busily engaged in determining upon their policy and methods
of operation, and in endeavoring to influence the law-making body of
each government to create and modify laws in harmony with the
underground legislation here enacted.”

“Ah!” said I, “but this place is far from the surface where man dwells.
How can there be such close connection?”

Blackana smiled as he made a wonderful revelation to me. “This strange
empire is in close touch with the whole human family, for there are
thousands of wires leading from this dark realm to each government
centre of earth. Satan thus communicates his wishes to each lawmaker,
of every land, who will lend a listening ear to his schemes.”

Blackana then conducted me to an immense building divided into many
sections. “Here is the electric centre of this level,” he said.

As I gazed I learned the secret of Satan’s power in law. Thousands
were here engaged in conversing with legislators on earth.

I could understand no word of all these communications, for the section
where I stood was devoted to Asiatic countries and the islands of the
Pacific Ocean.

“Take me, O Blackana, to the section connecting with the Western world
that I may see the very wires that run to the United States of America.”

I soon stood in the interior of another large building, and with great
interest listened to the operators communicating with some who were
in authority at Washington, and with persons elsewhere who were
interested in the formulation of laws for the whole country.

“Does this never cease?” I questioned.

“It continues through the days and nights of earth forever,” came the
reply.

I was looking at the intricate system of wires and the stupendous
proportions of the place, when suddenly I heard some one mention a
name with which I was familiar. I was attracted close to the side of
the operator that I might hear at least the one side of the
conversation.

“That bill should never become a law,” said the operator, but I could
not hear the reply.

“Fight hard to defeat it. You will get heaps of gold if you succeed,”
were the next words I heard at the lower ’phone.

“Never mind them. I’ll take care of that crowd. I will try once more
to get their ear. I failed the last time, but I hope to succeed at my
next endeavor.” These words were spoken very plainly, but still I could
hear no reply.

“Suppose the other element has chances to win. Get ready at once and
meet the situation. Go and speak to the chairman of the committee and
early influence his mind in our favor. Offer any bribe you wish, for
we have unlimited resources at our command.”

“If only I could hear the answer,” thought I.

Then the operator listened a long time, and I almost envied his
privilege, wishing that I might also hear the human voice from the
earth’s surface.

Blackana conducted me to other parts of the building, and I saw the
fiendish program carried out at each point. Thousands of demons were
in league with the law-makers of the world!

“Oh! that I could cut these wires and restrict Satan’s laws to these
underground dominions,” I said with rising boldness.

“Silence, puny mortal! Know you not that others can hear you speak?
Would you here be crushed to death so far from the light of day?”

Superhuman strength moved me to answer thus: “Though all these hosts
should hear me, I fear nothing. I am invincible, and should you take
me to the deepest depths, amidst foul crawling imps, not one can harm
me. Neither can you, Blackana.

“Come on,” he sneered, “cease your senseless sentences and follow me.”

I saw that Blackana endeavored to conceal the counter-currents of his
heart, but nevertheless his agitation did not escape my notice.

Back to the elevators we went, and with a throng of evil spirits we
entered the central car and fell another thousand furlongs into the
depth of the earth.

We stopped at the second grand level into which I was ushered. I looked
out over what seemed to be a new world with more light and more
animation than was manifest on the first level.

Boisterous demonstrations were heard on every hand, all made more
hideous by the variety of evil spirits who added their din to the
general bedlam. “What furious world is this?” I shouted.

“This is Satan’s political headquarters, and the place where his state
laws are made. We are here connected with every state or divisional
government in the world, and with every political movement that can
be influenced by these underground voices.”

My indignation leaped over all bounds as the vileness of these
iniquitous schemes pressed upon me. I heard the bands of music from
those who had prostituted their talent to the second level.

Blackana pushed me on through all the demonstrations, and then led me
into a great structure more secluded than the electrical stations.
Here the state laws are hatched, but, thanks to a higher sanctum, not
all the brood see daylight.

The plotters of Hell sat in this underground legislative centre, and
I saw, to my horror, some state legislators occupying seats in this
infamous quarter.

Then said I to Blackana: “It is no more a mystery to me how so much
of Hell is incorporated into the laws of the states in the country
where I hold residence, as well as in all other parts of the world.
How long have these things been?”

“Since the beginning of law,” was his indifferent reply.

“It will not be so forever,” I prophesied under a sudden spell of
inspiration. “The time must come when the power of this level will be
blasted forever. The owner of the tree will burn the worms and their
nests from every branch.”

Then said Blackana tauntingly: “Neither flood, poison, fire, nor knife
can ever destroy this section.” Just as he spoke these words the whole
edifice shook, and I heard a noise as if a shower of great stones had
crashed into the roof and sides of the building. The legislators quaked
with fear and all looked toward the ceiling. All of this instantly
reminded me of the thousand lords who looked at the ominous handwriting
on the wall at the feast of Belshazzar.

“Explain it to me,” I asked as I looked wonderingly at Blackana.

“Urge it not, urge it not! Be content to dwell in ignorance!”

“I am here to learn, and I would know what force or power can so
well-nigh destroy this wretched center. Tell me the truth. I demand
it.”

Then did Blackana move himself in his startling attitudes, as if loath
to speak. He rolled his heavy eyes as his discordant voice yielded the
unwilling explanation.

“These are the votes that just fell in favor of reform in a campaign
on earth. Such votes, under the panoply of prayer, strike more terror
to these kingdoms than all else combined, and the most disastrous
feature is that they go bounding from the buildings of this level ever
downward and work their ruin from kingdom to kingdom, until they have
wrought their havoc even to the lowest level. If we only knew the way
to break the power of these votes, our comrades would not then dwell
in constant dread of what might happen.”

“May you never learn that power, and may the votes of good citizenship
ever increase in number until these legislative halls shall be broken
to rise no more, and their inmates driven from their secret machinations
to the abode prepared for the Devil and his angels.”

Blackana sprang at me in great rage.

“Silence, you contemptible mortal! You have not such liberty of speech
here! Why fling insults into the face of one more powerful than
yourself?”

“_Ho, ye ten thousand!_” I shouted with all my power, and Blackana
fell backward at my very words. Sullen, but cowed, he arose to his
feet and took me to the elevators.

“Where next?” he gruffly asked.

“What is on the next level below?” I inquired.

“Greater proceedings than on this one. It is devoted to the government
of counties, cities, boroughs, and villages, and their political work.”

“Pass it by and take me to the lowest level.”

“You do not know what you ask. The lowest level is very, very deep,
and takes us where things have no weight. It is the lowest haunt outside
of Hell, inhabited by the vilest imps. How can you live or move in
such a realm?”

“Not by the futile force of human power, but by the strength of Him
who bids me go. I fear not, O Blackana; conduct me thither.”

What an awful experience followed! I was taken down at an amazing
speed, held under the great hand of Blackana. We passed region after
region of infernal lights, each one existing for the purpose of carrying
out its part of Satan’s fiendish plan.

At length we stopped in the red glare of an awful burning amidst a
company of hobgoblins out of harmony with all human shape or symmetry.

“This must be the bed of Hell, indeed,” I said, after I had conquered
my rising fears. “Far from it, far from it!” answered Blackana. “We
are now in the lowest legislative center _where foul fiends invent the
horrible laws of personal pollution in the mortal body, and political
bribery in the civil body._”

Blackana held me by the hand. I seemed not to walk but rather to move
along without effort, seeing the pictures of lowest life and ill-shaped
spirits, some of monster size.

Into an immense auditorium I was wafted, a building without foundations
or floor. Here, amidst uncanny noises, hovered a vast throng of Satan’s
lowest legislators.

The dreadful suggestions here given, and the terrible debates that
followed, beggar human description. From all parts of the great hall
the busy wires were communicating with every section of the earth’s
surface.

Blackana, still holding me by the hand, spoke! thus in a derisive
strain:

“O mortal, now comes my glorious revenge I have tasted your insults
until their galling bitterness grinds me still. I have craved for this
hour when I might leave you to the mercy of the lowest, and bring you
under my feet for ever.”

Then, turning to the chairman of the great assemblage, Blackana
attracted his attention, and at once the attention of all the spectral
monsters of the place.

“Here,” commenced he, “is a piece of mortal flesh, fresh from the
surface. I have been forced, by some strange power, to conduct this
mortal man through these nether levels until he has seen the workings
of our underground plans and schemes. He must never see the light of
day, lest the world above may know the true inwardness and source of
such laws as are called cursed, and rise in hosts against our surface
operations.”

At this Blackana thrust me forward, and I went straightway to the
chairman who seized me by the back and held me aloft in his right hand,
while a deafening roar of strident voices was measuring my doom.

“_Ho, ye ten thousand!_” I cried aloud, at which the horrid chairman
fell backward, and I dropped unharmed to his own chair as the whole
host were rushing at me en masse.

The chairman sprang to his feet and waved a wand. “Silence and order!”
he commanded.

Thousands of brandishing weapons were brought to a stand, and quietness
reigned in a moment.

“Why say you ‘ten thousand’? What power lives in those words?” asked
the chairman with a show of boldness, but in secret quaking. “Power
unlimited, even over death, hell, and the grave. My flesh is not food
for such as these.”

“Who can you be to talk thus boldly to your superiors?”

“I am one who is sealed by the blood of Jesus, and have no superiors
outside the gates of Heaven.”

“Why came you here?” he impatiently and furiously demanded. “Tell me
while yet you have opportunity to speak.”

Then, fully confiding in my unseen Guard, I stood erect and said with
boldness of speech: “I have come to learn the secrets of this
underground legislation which is sending its blighting curse throughout
the world. Having witnessed the wide extent of these secret operations,
I will now return to the brotherhood of man and sound the alarm of a
coming reformation. O, beware ye multitudes that now rise against me!
I am not alone, nor forsaken. By faith I see armies of the living God.
I declare, at this moment, that earth will not forever receive her
laws from such a depth. The hour must come when these million wires
will be broken beyond repair, and all you fiends go groveling under
penal chains in darkness eternal.”

[Illustration: The armies of righteousness will some day triumph over
the black hordes of civil iniquity.]

No more could I speak, for the air was thickening all around me with
a rush of wild demons whose threatening weapons thirsted for my blood.

I stood motionless, glorying in the power of the Unseen, for I saw,
shining far above me, a beautiful star of hope with peace and purity
in its rays.

In the same instant I again shouted, “_Ho, ye ten thousand!_” Oh, what
a transformation took place! Regiment upon regiment of Heaven’s military
hosts, converging as from infinite depth of space, burst into sudden
view, revealed by a dazzling light which filled the whole region and
dazed the infernal hosts as with blindness, while their weapons broke
and fell beneath them in futile fragments.



CHAPTER VII.

THE HILL OF REMORSE.

1. While climbing a steep hill Miss Church-Member is touched by Remorse.

2. Satan’s strategy in keeping her away from the Narrow Path.

3. All her trouble is lost in company with Mr. World on the Mountain Top
of Apathy.


Returning to my former post of observation, and looking again through
the open door, I beheld Mr. World and Miss Church-Member still riding
on the gravity road. They were approaching the Shadowy Vale, and Mr.
World was desirous that his friend should close her eyes until they
had passed through the shadows.

She reclined her head, and soon was resting so comfortably that she
fell fast asleep and opened not her eyes until they had passed beyond
the darker scenes of the miserable valley.

Then did Mr. World engage her with artful and pleasant conversation,
so that she might not fully observe the features that constantly make
this part of the Broad Highway dark and dreary.

Satan, unseen, hovered around them during their conversation which was
well pleasing to him. At length, in partial disguise, he made himself
visible, much to the terror of Miss Church-Member.

“Fear not; no harm will befall you,” said Mr. World re-assuringly as
he laid his hand upon her shoulder.

Satan smiled complaisantly, and spoke in soft tones: “Tremble not at
my presence. I have come only to render you such assistance as may be
especially helpful to you in your journey, and to disabuse your mind
of such false impressions as you have evidently entertained concerning
my character.”

So affable was his manner and so pleasing his address that, to her
mind, he soon lost that shocking hideousness which characterized his
first appearance, and evoked from Miss Church-Member this apology born
of her guilty conscience: “You would not have seen me now on this path
had Mr. World adhered strictly to his promises.”

“Indeed, Miss Church-Member,” replied Satan, “you need have no regret
for being here. You are to be congratulated upon the good judgment
which led you into fellowship with Mr. World. It is your happy fortune
that he has succeeded in preventing you from leaving him. You are an
exception to a host of cranks, who, without investigation, are
prejudiced by what they hear. You are broad-minded, independent, and
will be found wiser and happier than the army of fools you have left.”

These words brought a mixture of pride and shame to her heart, and
threw her mind into a state of great confusion.

But by this time they had come to a long and steep hill called Remorse
up which all pilgrims walked. Mr. World assisted his companion in
alighting, and promised to give her all possible help in her efforts
to climb the hill.

Satan remained with them, and Miss Church-Member, under deepening
remorse of conscience, loitered a few steps in the rear. Her bowed
head indicated the warring of her thoughts. Then I saw that she cast
a longing glance over the rough hills toward the King’s Highway, and
looked for some path by which she might go thither.

Her two wily companions endeavored to allay her fears by offering all
manner of cajolements, none of which either diverted or quieted her
mind.

“O ye friends of mine!” cried Miss Church-Member, “I can find rest
only on yonder King’s Highway. Can you show me the shortest path leading
thereto? I cannot go to the summit of this hill.”

[Illustration: On the Hill of Remorse. Miss Church-Member cast a longing
glance toward the King’s Highway, and looked for some way by which she
might go thither.]

“It so happens,” pleasantly replied the Devil, “that there is no way
of reaching the so-called King’s Highway from this part of our route,
but, if you will have patience, we will conduct you safely to a point
a little farther on where you can conveniently leave this way with all
honor to yourself. In the meantime we will give you all the assistance
that you may need, and every convenience that science can afford.”

Miss Church-Member wept tears of gratitude at this proffered kindness,
and began to feel that this dark intruder was a friend with a rough
exterior but a warm and congenial heart.

“It is quite evident that you have been grossly misrepresented to me,”
she faltered as her voice trembled with emotion. “I was told that you
are the embodiment of envy, malice, and hatred, and vigorously opposed
to everything religious.”

Satan looked at her in well-counterfeited amazement. “How wrongly I
am judged by my enemies! How can I be opposed to all religion when I
attend church and prayer-meeting regularly, and sedulously listen to
the sermons and prayers while many sleep who claim to be better than
I? You will pardon me, Miss Church-Member,” he continued, “but allow
me to bear the light burden you are carrying under your arm, and let
us hasten from this sickly atmosphere to the refreshing air beyond the
summit of the hill.”

“You are very kind, indeed,” she said. “Please carry these books
carefully, as I prize them very highly.”

As they pushed their way up the hill, I looked at Blackana who, with
his eyes fixed upon me, sat as cold and motionless as a statue.

“Tell me,” I asked, “why Satan has falsified so greatly to Miss
Church-Member.”

Blackana, with a show of uneasiness, answered interrogatively: “Wherein
has he falsified?”

“Did he not just inform Miss Church-Member that there is no way of
reaching the King’s Highway from the place where she had been standing?
He well knew that there is a way opened by the Prince of the House of
David. Why did he not tell her?”

Blackana again grinned horribly while my indignation waxed stronger.
Then came his pertinent reply: “My master is about his own business;
that is why he is so successful in his work. It is not his business
to point people away from his kingdom; his delight is rather in leading
them upon his own Highway.”

“Oh! for the voice of a thousand trumpets, that I might reach the ear
of Miss Church-Member, and break unto her the words of truth and life.
See how she walks on between those two fiends, ever nearing an awful
destruction, yet vainly imagining, through the deceitfulness of her
advisers, that she is nearing the place where she can, with greater
ease, leave her present course and join her comrades on the Shining
Path. Oh, that I could send a messenger, good and swift, in her
pursuit!”

“Rest in ease, anxious mortal; she will get all necessary advice from
her two friends,” replied Blackana with a sardonic grin.

I could no longer look into his face, for I was filled with contempt.
I turned my eyes to see poor Miss Church-Member still struggling up
the Hill of Remorse.

When the top was finally reached I heard Mr. World congratulating her:
“Well done, noble woman! You have fought Remorse until you have mastered
it. The pains and pangs incident to this climbing are over, and if you
should come to another hill you will ascend it with more ease. Look
about you at these cool mountain resorts called Apathy, and join me
in a needed recreation as we mingle with the merry multitudes amongst
these shady bowers.”

She needed no second invitation, being glad to seek relief in
forgetfulness of her guilt.

As they went to their pleasures, Satan vanished to give attention to
others who were ascending the same Hill of Remorse, some in a sullen
mood and some with wails of anguish on their lips.

The delightful resorts of Apathy were now quieting the mind of Miss
Church-Member, for the attractions on the mountain top were so numerous
and so ingeniously arranged that, as she gave full attention to them,
she no longer suffered any pangs of remorse.

On this plateau, so full of charms for every sense, I saw bands of
music; gardens of shady retreat where one might while away the weary
hours in gentle dalliance; and cooling fountains throwing forth their
busy sprays.

Artists were painting the scenes of worldly ease, and poets were writing
sweet verses for the singers of the place.

Miss Church-Member, who was a lover of the fine arts, asked Mr. World
to tarry in one of the gardens of the poets where they might hear the
songs of the season just from the pens of their authors.

This was a novel privilege; so he readily consented and accompanied
her into a garden near by. They were greeted by sounds of instrumental
music and charming voices raised in song.

After these harmonies died away a soloist sang a hymn that had been
composed that same day. Her voice rendered each word distinctly:

   Remorse is but the foe of all,
    The rich and poor, the slave and free
   Unfriendly comes its bitter call--
    Perchance it comes this day to thee.

   Then come, thou troubled seeking peace
    From this unkind, intruding foe;
   Let anxious cares no more increase;
    Go bury all thy pangs of woe.

   Forget the things that wake thy mind
    To fleeting sorrows of the day;
   Oh! come and be forever blind
    To all except this Broader Way.

Then followed a fiendish woman, in guise of a light-crowned angel, who
delivered an address entitled “The True Peace of the World.” While the
applause which followed her remarks was dying away, an authoritative
old gentleman arose. After standing a moment in dignified silence, he
continued to carry out the program of the Devil by speaking on “False
Lights from the so-called ‘King’s Highway.’”

Next a quartette beautifully rendered a love song of the world; this
also had been quite recently composed.

   Sweet world, so bright and fair,
    We would thy pleasures share
    While days pass on.
   Thou art our truest friend,
    On thee our souls depend
    Till life is gone.

   In life’s perplexing days,
    Thou wilt, in every phase,
    Be ever near.
   While thy sweet, placid charms
    Dispel our dread alarms
    In times of fear.

   Who else can give relief,
    When bowed in heavy grief?
    No one like thee.
   Thou sendest rays of light,
    Into our darkest night
    Till shadows flee.

The melody of this song and the sentiment of its words had a very
decisive effect on Miss Church-Member. She looked into the eyes of Mr.
World with more than poetry in her glance, for her heart was now
thrilled with the first touches of true love for him.



CHAPTER VIII.

THE VALLEY OF TEMPTATION.

1. In this valley the two great Highways run almost parallel.

2. The intervening ground is all alive with Satan’s schemes to entice,
entrap and discourage Christians.

3. The operation of Christian forces in this valley.


After leaving the Hill of Remorse and the pleasure grounds of Apathy,
Mr. World and Miss Church-Member proceeded on the Broad Highway which
now gradually sloped toward a deep valley.

“What is the name of the valley which we are now entering?” inquired
Miss Church-Member.

“’Tis but the Valley of Temptation,” he carelessly answered.

“Ah! I have heard of this valley,” she replied. “Whenever I was tempted
or tried on the King’s Highway some one would caution: ‘Be courageous,
for you must go through the Valley of Temptation.’ I am thankful, as I
come to it, that I am on a Broader Way.”

“Many call this valley ‘Entanglement,’” further continued Mr. World,
“because of the large numbers who are here caught by the devices all
along the way.” I saw the whole valley in one view. It was very wide
and more than a thousand experiences long and, from one end to the
other, there were constant scenes of activity. The King’s Highway and
the Broad Highway ran almost parallel throughout the whole length of
the valley.

The entire space between the two paths was occupied by the agents of
Satan, and by numerous rescue bands and missionary organizations of
the King’s Highway Church.

I was informed that no traveler, who knows the experiences of life,
ever escaped this valley. But the King of Glory gives his children
assurance of no harm if they will heed his words and step not from the
path upon any pretence. He has also placed, in plain view, countless
signs of warning to keep his pilgrims from yielding to temptation, as
it presents itself, with or without mask; and they who pass these
testing-places in triumph are counted stable in their ways.

I saw in the first part of the valley some of Satan’s shrewdest agents
at work. They were stationed along the Narrow Path at close intervals,
and were endeavoring, by all kinds of schemes, to attract the attention
of Christians as they journeyed through the valley.

From one point they threw a hook baited with wealth over to the edge
of the King’s Highway way. I saw an ambitious Christian, contrary to
the signs of warning and all advice, eagerly grasp this bait. Then did
the agents of Satan pull gently. The man seeing a clue to wealth in
his hand would not let it go, and so was drawn slowly and unconsciously
over into the territory of the World. He did not see the strand that
drew him, for it was invisible, nor was he conscious of being thus
drawn, having his mind so fixed upon the object of his earnest pursuit.

Thus do these agents ply their nefarious skill without ceasing, and
so have drawn large numbers away from their original faith.

Another agent I saw near-by throwing out a hook baited with fame. An
ambitious youth let go all he had and seized the baited hook with
singular avidity. It inspired him with inward hope, and he became so
engaged in thinking of his golden future that he followed whither the
gentle drawing led him, until he also reached the questionable ground
of the World. There he became still further entangled until he was
utterly under the sway of the tempter.

Close by I saw an agent of the Devil fastening a book to a line and
throwing it to the edge of the King’s Highway. In bold letters it bore
the title, “Forbidden Fruit,” and under this title there was an impure
picture.

Many, in passing by, who saw the book would have examined it had it
not been for their modesty.

But one man, whose curiosity was stronger than his judgment, took the
book and commenced perusing it. While thus engaged the invisible strands
of influence drew the captive from the Narrow Way until he found a
series of books and illustrations to enchain his attention, and Satan
succeeded in totally winning his heart.

I saw another book thrown to the edge of the Pilgrim’s Path. This was
taken by a woman who opened its pages and saw its evil tendencies.
Although drawn by the invisible chord, she did not step from the path,
but threw the book as far to one side as she could, and proceeded on
her journey happily singing:

    “Yield not to temptation,
    For yielding is sin.
    Each vict’ry will help you
    Some other to win.”

This only enraged the wily foes, and they became more determined than
ever to continue their work of deception and ruin.

From one point or another I saw this dreadful work progressing. Each
station used a different kind of bait, pleasing or attractive to some
passing pilgrims. Here the enemy reaps a continual harvest
notwithstanding all the preaching, advice, and influence brought to
bear upon pilgrims to induce them to eschew all attractions not plainly
found upon their own pathway.

Some, whom Satan could not attract by a bait, he would catch with
snares, many of which I saw in operation, each guarded continually by
trusted servants of the Evil One.

One of the subtlest of these snares consisted of a series of small,
curiously shaped buildings. They stood as near to the King’s Highway
as Satan could place them, while glaring signs informed the pilgrims
that they could here obtain knowledge upon any subject. Each building
was so constructed that, at the will of a secret operator, it could
be moved noiselessly from its resting place.

Many an unsuspecting traveler who craved for a solution to some mystery
would step into one of these neat rooms, and meet with a most cordial
reception.

I saw a man of more than usual intelligence, who had been faithful to
his Master, stop and read the sign over these buildings: “Bureau of
Information: All Mysteries Solved.”

“Here,” thought he, “in this humble place I can perhaps find some
pearls of thought which more inviting waters never yielded to me.” He
stepped in, not noticing that he thereby stepped to one side of the
way.

“Can I have a mystery solved here?” asked the visitor.

“Without doubt, sir,” was the confident response of a dignified
professor who was in attendance.

“Can you tell me the origin of sin?” asked the visitor.

Just then I saw the building commence to move as the professor commenced
to explain the difficult question.

The professor talked so interestingly to the visitor that he held his
attention until the building was moved, by the secret process, to the
brow of the mountain, and over to the great building known as the
“Devil’s Theological School.”

“Perchance, my words,” said the speaker, “are insufficient to fully
satisfy your mind. Go now from the rear door to the College where all
such perplexing questions are made clear.”

The visitor seizing, as he thought, a golden opportunity, gladly
consented and, to his great surprise, found a building of magnificent
proportions into which he entered.

After listening a very short time to Satan’s teaching on the origin
of sin, he emerged from the school with a heavy bundle of opinions on
his back, and failed to find the Old Way. After wandering and stumbling
about on this summit of human learning, he finally found the Broad
Highway whereon he could carry his vain burden with ease.

These bureaus of information have ensnared so many learned men,
including ministers and professors, that the King of Glory has here
placed special signs of warning to all travelers; these have saved
many men from the snare of “the fowler.”

I saw three young college students about to enter one of the bureaus.
There stood an aged pilgrim near by who shouted:

“Come! ye young men, out of the snare of the Devil, or ye will be taken
captive by him at his will!”

The voice sounded so friendly that they hesitated long enough to discern
that the building did not touch the King’s Highway.

Then they remembered that they had been told long before to go by the
King’s Highway, and not to turn to the right hand nor to the left, nor
even to step from the path, lest they should slip and fall to their
hurt. So they passed on about their Father’s business.

Near the edge of the King’s Highway I saw another device to catch men
unawares. It was invented in the Wizard City and had been successfully
used by Satan for many centuries.

It was an _artificial woman_, dressed in modest apparel, and so
constructed that the arms were uplifted and the heart plainly visible,
making the curious image just unnatural enough to attract the attention
of all pilgrims.

Over the head of the image these words were written: “Touch this magic
heart for the charms that follow.”

It was ridiculous to see how many of the young and old, in passing
over this way of life, stepped from the path and tried the experiment.

One man I saw who ventured to touch the mystic heart, and ere his eyes
could look into the face of the image its arms embraced him in a
tightening grasp.

Away the image moved with graceful ease into Elysian bowers of sensual
joy. There he remained to breathe its poisoned air and feed upon the
husks of such a clime.

I also saw a man of riper years who looked curiously at another image
similar to the one that had just moved away. At first he was doubtful
whether to test it or not, and as he stood in consideration he raised
his eyes and saw these words plainly written over the King’s Highway:-To
ALL DESCENDANTS OF ADAM:

Beware, O pilgrim, of this woman’s heart, Lest you should from the
Narrow Way depart; For if you touch a secret chord within, You’re borne
away to wider fields of sin.

He read this sign a few times and also heard the voice of a good friend
who told him that he had seen thousands go to ruin by not heeding this
warning. Nevertheless he was urged by curiosity and carnality, and
being hardened by former acts of disobedience and seeing nothing but
innocent pleasure before him, he yielded to his baser desires.

“O! rescue me, Mr. Law, I am in the clutches of this woman,” was his
beseeching cry, not long after. But I saw that no one came to his help.

There were many such places in this valley where men, both young and
old, were enticed; many of whom could not have been caught by the
snares of vice at other places along the Broad Highway.

I saw also, farther down the valley, that Satan used all manner of
traps and nets to catch the silly and the foolish. That which attracted
my attention the most was a series of stations built close to the
King’s Highway. At each place Satan employed a company of expert men
who were trained to use a lasso. I saw certain men and women of the
King’s Highway who became so inflated with their own vanity and
imaginations that they rose head and shoulder above their humbler
comrades, thus enabling the lasso of Pride to get hold of them. Some,
by heeding advice, escaped; others submitted to the drawing power and
landed in the kingdoms of the World where they could worship their new
god with increasing ardor.

There was also a certain young man who doted so much on his own ways
that his head rose unusually high. He was, therefore, easily caught
by a lasso called Conceit. Good friends came to his rescue and told
him to realize at once that he was nothing, and thereby he would
suddenly become so small that he would drop completely out of his
trouble.

But he said that he could not believe a lie, whereat the lasso tightened
still more about his neck, and he succeeded by still further struggling
to remain a very brief time on the King’s Highway; but being in pain,
he soon yielded to the inevitable and went to worship before the shrine
of his own god.

I also saw that the women of the King’s Highway were an exceeding great
army, mighty in battling against the foe, much to the discomfiture of
Satan and his allies.

To counteract the influence of this sex Satan has plied his ingenuity
ever since the beginning. In his Pharaoh fashion he has so manipulated
the customs of the world that woman is trampled under foot in
uncivilized lands, and in lands of light she is ostracized by sections
of the Christian church and despised in the civil realm. And yet, with
a faithful heart, she suffers this indignity and, looking up from
underneath this weight, she offers to the powers that crush her down
the holiest sacrifice that one can give.

O spirit of the age, like flowers of Heaven, Thy fragrance will not
die, but live eternal; And woman shall, some holier, happier day,
Attain her highest glory in the world.

Yet notwithstanding all these means wherewith Satan has made the path
of woman so hard to travel, he has discovered that he can not disgrace
her by any means so effectually as through the old temptation.

Consequently Satan has kept the seed of the central tree of the garden
and still raises, on the broad uplands of Hell, _forbidden fruit_
which, through engrafting processes, has come to many varieties.

This mysterious product of the tree, so suited to the natural palate
of womankind, is provided abundantly on each side of the King’s Highway
along the whole length of the Valley of Temptation, and is offered,
ostensibly, free of charge.

I watched, with chagrin and horror, the subtle influences of this
fiendish work, seeing young women and those of riper experience go
down alike under this intoxication of Hell.

As I looked again at the whole Valley, what sad sights of intemperance
painfully greeted my eyes!

The intervening ground was a veritable bed of iniquity, for it swarmed
with half-clothed inebriates who patronized the miserable and filthy
hovels of lowest resort, while inebriates, in finer array, entered the
apartments which were decorated and finished in all the beauty that
wealth could afford, and supplied with alcoholic beverages under a
fashionable bill of fare.

I could see the same Devil controlling all, and the same gutter or the
same Hell receiving all who did not yield to the agencies of eternal
life.

Among the many temperance organizations that operated throughout the
valley I observed a band of women who threatened to overthrow the evil.
They had, by long persistent effort, discovered the underground
connections between the distillery and the saloons, and therefore they
were endeavoring to kill the traffic at the head. This movement at
first created laughter in the ranks of the foe, but the women have
continued patiently and have built a thousand batteries from which
they hurl projectiles of death into the camp of intemperance. Since
then the agents of darkness have ceased their laughter and instead
have set to building defences behind which they hope to carry on their
business with impunity.

But the bands of women have entered into an eternal agreement, pledged
their faith one to another, and have been calling upon Heaven for help;
therefore they declare that no flag will be lowered, and no gun will
be silent until the great wall around the city of their foes shall
fall, either at a long blast of the horn or a continuous volley from
their ramparts.



CHAPTER IX.

THE TOWER OF TEMPTATION.

1. The tower affords the most advantageous view of the world and a
most discouraging view of the King’s Highway.

2. The triumphant flight of Mrs. Discouraged from the tower’s top to
a place on the King’s Highway called “Victory by Faith.”

3. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member ride from the tower’s top in Satan’s
new air ship.


Mr. World and Miss Church-Member continuing on the Broad Highway,
entered the Valley of Temptation with all its gaiety and outward
happiness. This valley is known by the pilgrims of the King’s Highway
as the Devil’s Heaven, for here the tinsel of the world, the pomp of
society, and the wealth of material grandeur are manifested in all
their glory.

“An exceedingly pleasant valley,” said Mr. World as they drew nearer
to the scenes of activity on each side of the way.

“Beyond my anticipation, indeed. Our journey is growing more and more
delightful,” she joyously replied.

As they journeyed on Miss Church-Member came into agreeable fellowship
with some of her former Christian associates who, by looking over into
the territory of the World, coveted its ways and were snared by one
or another of Satan’s devices to catch the unwary. The larger portion
of these new recruits were firmly convinced that they were still
traveling on the road to Heaven, even though they had fully left the
Narrow Way.

Miss Church-Member congratulated her comrades of earlier years on their
happy choice of a wider and more pleasant path, and they accepted her
invitation to spend a season together in the valley.

These new associates were welcomed most cordially by Mr. World who
left nothing undone that might add to their comfort or pleasure.

The merry company passed down the valley and paused at a magnificent
temperance saloon which occupied nearly the whole space between the
two Highways. Into this place of attractive rooms I saw many enter
from the King’s Highway, much to the displeasure of their great Master.

In this infernal guise Satan seduces many an unsuspecting traveler to
take one more step downward toward the lowest service of his kingdom.
Mr. World courteously offered refreshments and conducted his friends
into the “Ladies Parlor” where they drank alleged unfermented wines,
and admired the sculpture and works of art which adorned the place.
They were then offered their choice of porter, sweet cider, root beer,
hot punch (special for a cold), or eggnog for a weak heart. Thus each
one was enabled to find a beverage directly suited to his need or
taste, for some had contracted a cold, while others were suffering
with cardiac troubles.

Not far from this respectable place, and connected secretly therewith,
stood a group of buildings patronized by the lower order of criminals
and inebriates. These haunts bore a black reputation.

Mr. World and his joyous companions, by reason of their refined natures
and good standing in the church, would not so much as look at such
despicable resorts, but continued their journey until they came to a
wider section of the valley where they saw numberless rescue bands at
work, but especially a great army of Endeavorers presenting a formidable
front.

“Whence came this company so great that it cannot be numbered?” asked
Mr. World in a state of nervous agitation.

One of the new companions quickly answered: “They come from the King’s
Highway and are trying to capture the kingdom of this world and bring
it into subjection to God. I know all about them and can testify that
they are a mighty and glorious band.” The regiments of this great host
were marching on, each soldier equipped with the full panoply of his
station. Many of the pilgrims on the Broad Highway trembled at the
presence of so powerful an army. It has caused the enemy much concern
how to meet and, if possible, conquer this foe. This army of Endeavorers
constantly grows and, according to the claims of the enemy, the most
successful plans to oppose it are not yet matured. Satan has promised
his forces that he would utterly rout these daring legions as soon as
some new inventions of war can be perfected.

The merry companions, not being moved with anger, endured the gigantic
display of this host without chagrin.

Mr. World quieted his rising fears and urged his comrades onward past
the Tobacco Station until they reached the centre of the valley where
the King’s Highway was the roughest, and the Broad Highway the
smoothest.

Here was built the most remarkable structure of the valley. A high
tower of imposing strength occupied the whole space between the two
highways. Its foundations were broad and totally covered the King’s
Highway with a massive arch.

This was known amongst Christians as the Devil’s Tower, or Tower of
Temptation. It was built by Satan, and was said to afford the finest
view of the world to all who would consent to take a ride upward in
its electric carriage.

The location of the tower was perfectly adapted to the purpose intended.
Scarcely any pilgrims _en route_ for Heaven passed by without taking
a view of the sights.

Before this mountain was built, a high mountain-cliff, on one side of
the valley, was used by the agents of darkness for the same purpose.

Thereon David ascended and saw the prosperity of the wicked until envy
filled his soul, and his “steps had well-nigh slipped.” Had it not
been that by faith he looked to a mountain far away, and understood
the end of the prosperous worldly minded, he might have there fallen
to his death.

Upon this mountain Satan took Christ, the Son of God, and showed him
all the kingdoms of the world and the glory of them, and said unto
him: “All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and
worship me.”

From this tower Judas saw the wealth of the world, and there was
begotten within him an inordinate craving for earthly gain which at
last dragged him down to a miserable end.

As time rolled on, Satan erected this magnificent tower higher than
the loftiest crag of the mountain. I saw that Mr. World and his
companions were looking at the exterior finish of the tower, after
which they stepped to the base and spent some time in watching the
many schemes that were employed to induce disheartened Christians to
take the Broad Highway after descending the tower.

They saw that one of the most successful of these schemes was a series
of little offices occupied by fortune tellers of reputed ability. In
one of these they saw an old woman with a mysterious face. She professed
to be able, by her strange conjuring, to reveal the future of any life.

A certain Mr. Downcast, who was a church-member and had just come from
the top of the tower, visited this fortune teller, and by her
descriptions of his happy future on the Broad Highway he was induced
to travel thereon at once.

Mr. World and his companions decided to get the benefit of the broad
view which could be had from the top of the tower. They entered a car
at the base and were delighted by the gentle ascent toward the clouds.

Upon reaching the top of the tower they were approached by an obliging
attendant and furnished with spy glasses of great power with which
they could see more distinctly the beauty and greatness of the world,
and the roughness and inconvenience of traveling the King’s Highway.
_To each one was also given an ingenious pocket mirror in which could
be seen, at any time, the inconsistencies of church-members._

I saw throngs of people circling the top of the tower, and many evil
agents busily engaged in the interest of their master.

There had just come from the King’s Highway a group of church-members
upon whom the scenery had a doleful effect. Some were filled with
melancholy, and some were sullen, while despondency sent germs of slow
death into other minds.

These conditions enabled Satan to destroy more easily all hope within
them of ever succeeding on a way that appeared more rugged than ever,
and also made them more desirous to taste the joys of this present
life which now lay before them in such a winning way.

I then saw one called Mrs. Discouraged who had never before seen so
much of the world at once. She stood on the edge of the tower not far
from Mr. World and his companions, and listened to one of the polite
attendants who had given her also a spy glass.

Mrs. Discouraged looked down upon the natural comforts of life which
were here seen to best advantage. She saw, with ease, the Broad Highway
presenting a picture of happiness as far as the glass could reach.

Then did one of the smooth-tongued attendants speak to another group
of pilgrims who also had just come from the King’s Highway.

“Witness the glory of the Broad Highway and see how it goes down this
valley ever into finer stretches of country. See on yonder distant
elevations that magnificent University of the World built at an enormous
cost and sacrifice for the accommodation of all travelers. Each one
of you who reaches the lower end of this valley should take the Mountain
Trolley and spend a season at those schools. They occupy some of the
grandest buildings in the world. Focus your glasses and behold the
great sight.”

Continuing he said: “The path you see leading down there, in this other
part of the valley, is called King’s Highway, very rough indeed, as
you all can see. Thereon it is hard to travel and difficult to stand
still. It is so narrow that if a traveler should stand still, he is
constantly harassed or pushed about by those who wish to pass on. The
other highway furnishes a marked contrast, for there a person may stand
still without annoyance to himself or anyone else. The way is so wide
that he can even sit on an easy chair and yet not be in the way of
others who wish to hasten on. The one who built this Wider Way kept
in mind the convenience and comfort of travelers.

“The so-called King’s Highway,” still continued the attendant, “is
beset with many dangers, and passes through many places similar to the
one far down the valley.” They all looked through their glasses and
saw the Meshes of Doubt on each side of the Narrow Way.

“Those are the sorts of places,” concluded the speaker, “that one must
constantly pass through in the service of an imaginary king.”

Mrs. Discouraged saw all these things and heard all these words. She was
so disheartened that she knew not what to do.

“Have I served my God in vain?” she questioned inwardly. “Must all my
testimonies fall to the earth? Surely the way of the world seems to
be an easy way, and more suited to a person in trouble.”

She suddenly fell on her knees, as she was wont to do in such
emergencies, and, behold, I saw her, on wings of prayer, fly in triumph
from the tower’s top, down the valley, over the Meshes of Doubt, and
land on the King’s Highway in a most glorious place called Victory by
Faith. She thence went on her way rejoicing.

[Illustration: The great victory of Mrs. Discouraged who, on wings of
prayer, escaped from he Tower of Temptation to a place called Victory
by Faith.]

Then did the attendant on the tower speak of her in ridicule. “The
poor mortal, in her insanity, has descended to a bad level and must,
of necessity, climb yonder terrible hill which, as your eyes bear
testimony, is the last part of the Narrow Way visible from this tower.”

“She went, however, in a miraculous way. Those wings were sure and
steady, and I was pleased with the swiftness of her flight,” said Mrs.
Diligence who was also a pilgrim from the King’s Highway.

“Without doubt,” answered the attendant, “but she went with heavy labor
of her wings. Had she told me that she wished to take a flight, I could
have given her a finer trip in one of the aerial ships lately invented
by the experts of the Wizard City. I will summon one. Look no more at
Mrs. Discouraged with wings, but fix your eyes toward the east, and
you will soon witness the floating car whereon thousands go out daily
from this tower into pleasant places.”

As he said this he gave a signal, and soon the strangely shaped airship
came in sight, to the delight of all who saw it.

“It must be far better,” said one of the spectators, “to travel in a
car like that, than to be working your wings in the air.”

“A thing of beauty.” “The greatest invention of the century.” “It moves
as easily as a bird,” were some of the various sentences that were
spoken enthusiastically as the object drew nearer.

“Shall we ride in it?” quickly asked Mr. World as he turned to the
little group at his side.

The new companions who so recently came from the King’s Highway
timorously fell back at his abrupt suggestion, but Miss Church-Member
offered to accompany him.

As the aerial machine was stopping at the tower Mr. World and Miss
Church-Member speedily exchanged words of farewell and prepared for
the new ride.

They were soon numbered with a host of expectant passengers on board.
The lines were loosened and the weird airship cut the wind like a large
bird on wing, and sped away to the pleasure grounds along the Broad
Highway where most of the passengers, being blinded by sin, found such
delightsome fellowship that they refused thereafter to travel on any
other than the Wider Way.



CHAPTER X.

DARK SCHEMES OF SATAN.

1. The two companions land far down the valley on “The Midway,” whence
they take the Mountain Trolley and visit the underground Schools of
Suicide.

2. Satan’s primitive address on Literature.


The aerial car carried Mr. World and Miss Church-Member to the far end
of the Valley of Temptation where they spent a delightful season in
the pleasures of sense and sight.

They lingered mostly on the wide intervening space between the two
paths which was known in this part of the valley as “The Midway.” Here
they saw a large number of pilgrims from the King’s Highway who were
engaging in one or another of the endless amusements which can be
enjoyed without stepping altogether on the Broad Highway.

On this long Midway humanity swarmed by millions. Some, forgetful of
their vows, or regardless of their honor, stepped into the lower haunts
of vice, and offered sweet flowers of purity and fragrance in exchange
for dry and filthy husks from the floor of the stall. But Miss
Church-Member, in keeping with her moral character, did not surrender
her chastity, and although she had such continual fellowship with Mr.
World she yet held the respect of many other church-members; for it
was quite fashionable to belong to the church and still walk in the
ways of the world. Satan, under a hellish guise, offered to give, even
before death, handsome rewards to any church-member who succeeds in
carrying a certain amount of the world with him on his way to Heaven,
and multitudes were trying the experiment. Some, in hope of winning
larger prizes, were verily loaded down with the worrying weights of
the world.

Looking away from this immediate vicinity of the valley, any traveler
could see, far above the surrounding scenes, the “University of the
World,” whose front buildings crested the mountain elevations for many
miles. This imposing sight had awakened the admiration of Mr. World
and his friend, and had it not been for the countless attractions of
the Midway they would have hurriedly pushed their way to the schools,
immediately after the aerial car had carried them over the proud domes
of the University and landed them in the vale.

During one of the darker periods which now and then cover the whole
Midway with its shadows, the two companions caught the flashes of
variously-colored lights which emanated from every part of the elevated
structure, making the entire mountain appear as if a vast crown of
nature were decked with dazzling diamonds rare.

Miss Church-Member was excited by this unusual show of brilliancy, and
nothing on the lower level could any longer hold her attention.

“How can we best rise to that glorious summit?” she inquired with a
glow of enthusiasm.

“Ah,” smiled Mr. World, “surely we need not think of walking up this
mountain. Have you forgotten the obliging attendant who advised us as
we stood on the beautiful tower? Did he not direct us to take the
Mountain Trolley?”

Without delay they sought the Midway station, entered one of the
up-to-date cars, and instead of going directly to the mountain top
they were surprised to find that they were being carried into the
bowels of the mountain.

“Whence go we dashing through the dark?” asked the terror-stricken
Miss Church-Member as she held fast to Mr. World.

But ere her escort could answer they came into an immense cavern dimly
lighted. The car stopped at a station called Rest, and a voice announced
in distinct tones: “Come, ye troubled or distressed, and ye who are
disgraced! Here linger in this underground school and learn of the
rest that is for the weary.”

“What is your wish?” courteously asked Mr. World.

“I am neither in trouble nor in disgrace. Why should I tarry?”

“Only to see the lower schools before we go to the higher,” was his
winning answer.

They alighted and walked forth in the dismal light. They could readily
discern strangely shaped buildings of a costly type. The air was
stifling, and everything wore a melancholy dress; yet, withal, there
was a pleasing charm about the place. Some secret touch in the doleful
music, or some bright tinge to the ominous shadows, awakened a curiosity
and a hope in the visitors that prevented them from leaving the cavern
at once.

In a half-decided mood Mr. World and Miss Church-Member meandered
through this sickly region, and had decided to leave the place when
they saw this illuminated motto over a massive arch:

TO ALL WHO ARE DISGRACED! THE SHORTEST ROUTE TO REST! (ENTRANCE.)

A genial attendant informed Mr. World that visitors were welcome, but
Miss Church-Member consented to enter only after some hesitancy. It
was indeed a dark school, with long narrow halls where one could only
see the darker side of life. Everything about the place evidenced the
dark designs of Satan. The teachers in this infamous place, by a series
of graded instructions, suggested to their pupils that suicide was the
surest and shortest road to rest. In the darker rooms of the rear I
saw, to my horror, a scene that neither Mr. World nor Miss Church-Member
was permitted to see. _It was the daily graduating class of this school
of suicide._ Each member of the class was instructed by what new method
he might rend the strand of life with his own hand, in the desperate
and sickening hope of finding rest “where their worm dieth not, and
the fire is not quenched.”

I quickly turned from this revolting spectacle, and saw that Mr. World
and Miss Church-Member had returned to the station called Rest. They
boarded the first car and were soon speeding on through Dismal Tunnel.
It was a welcome moment when the car emerged from the darkness into
the light of day and took its winding course upward toward the microcosm
of schools, which, as seen from this side of the mountain, also
presented a picture of imposing magnitude.

When the car reached the University station Mr. World and his friend
alighted, and at once entered one of the carriages in waiting. They
were hurried away toward a group of immense structures known as the
“College of the World’s Literature;” and yet with all the immensity
of its buildings, it was but a small part of the whole University which
lay far extended over the distant mountain elevations.

As the noiseless carriage sped along I turned toward Blackana, who,
in strange muteness still tarried at my side. “I command you, O Black
Interpreter, to tell me of the origin and management of this College
of Literature.” As I spoke he turned his face in a manner that made
me tremble. His sepulchral, husky voice only added to my uneasiness.

“It originated,” he explained, “in simpler form, immediately after
Satan commenced operations on the face of the earth. Parallel with the
progress of every age it has increased to its present proportions.
That which you see is but the central point of this great educational
enterprise. Its unseen branches extend into every part of the world.
The whole system is under the control of Satan. His most learned
disciples have charge of the special departments.”

“And what is the purpose of this limitless scheme?” I further queried.
The whole organism of Blackana quivered with reluctance as if he would
not answer. “Refuse me not,” I continued, “you well know that I have
underneath me the everlasting arms.”

He was restless for a moment, angrily rolling his awful eyes. Suddenly
his attitude changed and he thus calmly answered my question: “The
purpose of all these schools is to counteract and, if possible, to
destroy the influence of the teachings of Him who is called Jesus
Christ. He was once visible in the flesh and declared that his kingdom
was everlasting. Of him it was said that he would reign till he put
all things under his feet.”

Then did Blackana add with fiery emphasis: “_Neither my master nor any
of his allies will ever be put under his feet._ Satan’s words ran wild
as he addressed the insulted hosts of Hell on this issue.” Knowing
that Blackana had a perfect memory, I commanded that he should reproduce
Satan’s address in my own dialect.

Like a flash of lightning he flung himself to the winds around me,
thereby transforming himself into the image of Satan. It appeared as
if a thousand spirits in fitful rage were dancing in mid-air.

Then his voice pealed forth the logic of Hell as Satan had spoken it
centuries before: “Have ye heard, my noble comrades, how that Heaven
flings insults into our teeth? Not satisfied that we grovel on these
remains of empire, we are further threatened with being cast miserably
under his feet. Whose feet I ask? The feet of our direst foe, whom to
worship, as he desireth, means serfdom worse than ours. Is there one
of you who will surrender his native dignity in such a fashion?”

Millions of voices rendered the air hideous with their cries, so
accurately did Blackana reproduce it all.

“I knew your sentiments,” continued he, triumph ringing in his tones.
“What can we do but stand unitedly on our rustic frontier, and push
the conquest on to farther realms. Then all Heaven will learn that we
are made of grit too fine and true to lie beneath the feet of any foe.”

As Blackana continued, I was struck with shuddering terror at his awful
gestures; but conscious that no harm could befall me, I continued
listening to his flaming oratory.

“We must arise and seize our opportunities. Go forth, under cover of
night, and sow the seed of our own growing; this will flourish in the
very soil that Christ would bring to highest cultivation. The germs
of our literature, rooted in human soil and growing secretly beneath
the surface, shall spread throughout the world and come to fruitage
in the light of every clime.

“We must build schools of literature, inspire the authors of the world
with our fine creed, and thereby spread our doctrines to the myriad
readers of every land and tongue. Who then, amongst our enemies, can
kill the appetite when once ’tis roused to craving for the carnal?
Give me the quill and the coming pen and press, and I can create thought
at my bidding and turn the main streams of human endeavor into
whatsoever channels I choose; and thus our river shall run full, while
other streams are drying.

“With such a work how can our cause grow less or we go groveling under
any foot? Impossible, my heroes! for we will live in glorious triumph
to the end of time. On to your tasks, listening multitudes, and he who
most successfully counteracts the so-called ‘Truth’ shall be a ruler
in my kingdom, and shine more brightly than the radiance of all this
region.”

Thus was the speech suddenly ended, and I heard the unearthly
reverberations of the fiendish cheering by the mighty host, while the
form of Satan vanished; but from his waning shadows Blackana came forth
and in death-like silence again resumed his sullen attitude at my side.



CHAPTER XI.

SCHOOLS OF LITERATURE. FIRST AND SECOND DIVISIONS.

1. The schools described.

2. The literature of the world tainted by the teachers of darkness.

3. Satan’s rules for the winning author.


The College of Literature, in three grand divisions, occupied one of
the most attractive sites of all the territory covered by the University
of the World. It was owned and controlled by Satan, and was visited
by the children of the human family from every portion of the earth.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member came thither in a conveyance. They
stood before the massive structure which comprised the first division
of the College. Around them were the living fountains which, like
pearls in billows of green, played upon the expansive lawn. While they
strolled along the pebbled paths they were lost in admiration as they
continued looking upon the stupendous building which towered far into
the air and extended as far as the eye could reach. In breathless
silence they noted first its size, then its durability, and marveled
most at the splendid symmetry of the parts, each blending into a perfect
whole.

“Heaven must have inspired so great and beautiful a design,” was the
first comment of Miss Church-Member. “Those porticos hanging in mid-air,
those domes and pillars, dreamlike, stand before me more like a hundred
fabled castles than aught real to sight or touch.”

“Indeed the world affords rich and delightful privileges to all who
will but walk in her ways,” said Mr. World just as they arrived at one
of the large entrances, over which these words were written:

DEPOSITORY OF THE WORLD’S LITERATURE, WELCOME TO ALL!

As Miss Church-Member viewed the weighty pillars on each side of the
entrance, she exclaimed: “This is indeed a rare opportunity. Methinks
I could revel, with delight, forever in fields of literature. Come,
Mr. World, let us at once pass through the massive doors and learn
what we can from so great a source.”

Although the literary tastes of Mr. World were not strongly developed,
yet he offered no objections to her request. He seemed willing to
suffer any inconvenience for her sake so long as she traveled on the
Broad Highway. As they were entering the building I saw that many from
the church and the world were also pushing their way into the interior
that they might get a glimpse of the inner halls, and visit the ones
that were best suited to their fancies.

Miss Church-Member was surprised when she saw the unique arrangement
of the interior. There were twenty-eight magnificent halls so
constructed that they converged toward a large central office into
which I saw Mr. World and his companion enter, profoundly impressed
with the smallness of the single human mind.

After answering the stipulated questions, they registered under the
rules and regulations and were given certificates entitling them to
all the privileges which this first division of the College accorded
to visitors.

In the commodious office they learned that each of the twenty-eight
halls contained a distinctive line of literature, systematically
arranged in numerous sub-departments; and that competent librarians
superintended the literature of each hall and of each department.

Miss Church-Member ascertained also that each hall was centrally
supplied with a lecture room having an immense seating capacity, and
that learned professors, each in their turn, occupied the platform and
constantly gave lectures which were intended to describe and illustrate
the class of literature represented in their faculties.

After considerable time spent in the office, they passed through the
long and wide circular lobby, reading the beautifully emblazoned
inscriptions over each entrance door, but they could not immediately
decide into which hall they would first enter.

At length after a pleasant loitering, Mr. World led his charming comrade
into the fourth hall, over whose entrance, in plain words, this
inscription appeared:

ALL THAT WAS EVER WRITTEN CONCERNING JESUS CHRIST.

They first chose to enter a sub-department where ancient scrolls,
parchments, and papyri could be seen in tiresome variety. Miss
Church-Member scanned most carefully some of the manuscripts which had
never been published.

In other sections of the hall there were books and pamphlets of all
descriptions, each one referring to Jesus Christ in a favorable or an
unfavorable manner.

During these visitations the attendants extended unusual courtesies
to Mr. World and his faithful friend, and also to the endless procession
of visitors and students who were constantly moving through these
departments. Finally the two companions proceeded to the lecture room
of this hall and listened to an address entitled: “The Divinity of
Christ,” by one of Satan’s ablest advocates a professor with
ecclesiastical titles. His gestures were unique and his style altogether
persuasive.

I heard his words with great displeasure, for they taught the philosophy
of Hell, with Heaven on the face of it.

“I must congratulate myself,” commenced he, “on having the privilege
of addressing so intelligent a class of people. I only hope that I may
be helpful to you in your quest of knowledge.

“The central theme of this hall is ‘Jesus Christ’ and I shall now
proceed to speak of his so-called ‘Divinity.’ I cannot question that
there is a supreme hand in the works of nature, but after careful
research I am compelled to doubt the genuineness of the Divinity which
is ascribed to Christ. True enough, his childhood was blameless, and
he possessed exceptional wisdom so that many of his countrymen believed
him to be more than human. In this manner the idea of his Divinity
originated, and this fallacy grew as the man grew.

“He was shrewd, and possessed a great amount of magnetic force which
was trained and used with remarkable skill, all of which made him pose
as a god before a credulous and unsuspecting public. The ignorance and
gross superstition of that age made a fit soil for the spread of
Christ’s doctrine and the idea that he was Divine.

“When Jesus discerned that his claims were more readily accepted by
the poorer and more ignorant class of people, he lauded them in his
teachings, while the learned and more respectable classes were subjected
to his abuse and sarcasm.

“By his unusual tactics overcame the prejudices of his enemies and,
for a long time, escaped punishment. But finally he was arrested and
convicted and, notwithstanding his so-called Divine power, he came to
an inglorious end by death on a cross. His friends, unable to prevent
his cursed death, quickly formed a plot to perpetuate his doctrines.
They carried out their plot by stealthily robbing Christ’s body from
the grave and secretly burying it elsewhere, and then spreading the
news that he, of his own power, came forth from the grave. To complete
the fraud they also claimed, a little later, that he had ascended into
Heaven. What was the purpose of all this? It was to prove that Christ
was Divine and thereby to make his teachings authoritative and eternal.

“I wish to inform you that the manuscripts and parchments, in sub-
department number six of this hall, all point to the fact that Jesus
Christ was born like any other babe and that his father was Joseph.
Dishonest, indeed, is any one who would rob Joseph of this honor.
‘Honor to whom honor is due.’ While Christ was a great man, he never
had in him the elements of Divinity. Let millions in the world glory
in their imaginary theology, yet that is no reason why scholarly
research should be put to naught, or why it should be sacrificed. We
are living in the morning twilight of a better day when God shall be
worshiped and Jesus Christ ignored when all thought of Divinity will
center at the true focus and a man will no longer receive the glory
that belongs to God.”

The vigorous applause which followed the remarks of this speaker fell
with grating horror on my ears. “Can it be possible,” thought I, “that
any one can publicly teach such doctrines of Hell, and be thus
applauded? Whither are so many of the church and the world drifting
that they should give ear to such theology as it comes from the mouth
of the Devil?”

Miss Church-Member and her escort left the lecture room and visited
a few more of the sub-departments where they saw many objects of
literary interest and, with the aid of experts, examined some of the
old manuscripts dating back to the time of Christ. They left the hall
and were next attracted by the words over the entrance of Hall No. 9
appearing thus:

LITERATURE ON LIFE.

1. Vegetable Life. 2. Animal Life. 3. Mental Life. 4. Spiritual Life.

At the suggestion of Miss Church-Member they entered, and could readily
see that the attendants and lecturers of this hall were also of a very
high class. One of the speakers elaborated on the theory that life is
the result of spontaneous generation.

Another, in speaking on spiritual life, made special reference to the
fact that Jesus Christ claimed to be the “Life,” and then proceeded
to refute this claim by a series of arguments which were altogether
too philosophical to be understood by the two companions.

Finding no pleasure in this metaphysical atmosphere, Mr. World conducted
his companion to the adjoining hall devoted to the “Literature of
Fiction.”

Here they spent a season delightfully, perusing works of fiction and
listening to addresses, all of which advocated the views of Satan.

I heard one of the lecturers, in a discussion on “The License of Pure
Fiction” make these dangerous remarks: “The highest fiction of the
world is that in which human life is pictured in ideal colors, even
though it be done at the expense of truth.

“There can be no harm if the reader should gain a false view of life.
The very charm of such a view will act as a stimulus to a wider
experience and to a higher culture.

“In our real life, as we come in daily contact with the world, we see
and suffer enough. Therefore it cannot be harmful if fiction carries
us into strange worlds of morality or into any mythical realm. I give
you but the result of long and careful study, and I advise you to read
the wildest and most exciting forms of fiction, and thereby get the
healthful and exhilarating effect that comes from total mental
absorption. All this will tend to the development of your nature so
that you will, by contrast, better appreciate the substantial things
of life.”

I saw that Mr. World and Miss Church-Member next visited the hall
devoted to the “Literature of the Passions.” After they had entered,
Miss Church-Member, at first, felt embarrassed, and her sense of modesty
would not have allowed her to remain had it not been that her conscience
was eased by these conditions:

1. She saw that among the moving thousands that were present in the
massive hall many belonged to the higher classes of society.

2. She was also informed that not a few of the throng held good
membership in various branches of the visible church.

3. She readily observed that Mr. World was so much delighted that she
offered no protest, and that he seemed to take an interest in the
endless program as carried out in one department or another.

In this poisonous hall Miss Church-Member stultified herself more than
in any other place which she had ever before visited, and thereby added
one more decisive step in her downward course. She tarried longest in
one of the sub-departments where Satan’s expert doctors of literature
delivered their special lectures on the writings of each author as far
as they related directly or indirectly to the passions.

These avowed experts carried on their fiendish work under the cover
of a pleasing dignity. After their crafty manner they quoted or read
the fine sentences of an author, preferably those of a sensual cast,
and then placed a premium on the passionate by describing the fine
style of the author and showing how true to nature was the language
he employed.

Thus I saw that the leaders of this department were using the choicest
and the foulest productions of the pen, gathered from the authors of
all lands, languages and ages, and Miss Church-Member, by degrees
almost imperceptible, voluntarily sacrificed her finer moral taste on
a popular and polluted altar.

To a pure heart there was an unclean cast and a withering effect
prevalent throughout all the departments of this hall, and my heart
burned as I continued observing how the agents of Satan plied their
subtle influences so as to popularize this cosmopolitan resort. So
effectually has Satan entrenched his views that some of the strong
defenders of this hall of literature are connected with the church,
and types of this same teaching have found their way into some of the
Christian schools of the world.

After this protracted visit Mr. World and Miss Church-Member left this
hall and continued their studies in hall after hall, until more than
one half of the twenty-eight halls were visited. Their next objective
point was the second grand division of this College devoted to “_The
Elements of Success in Authorship._”

My heart trembled at what my eyes saw. The great army of writers who
studied in this department came from all countries of the earth. “Can
it be true,” thought I, “that so large a portion of our authors get
at least a part of their training in the schools of the Devil?”

“O Blackana!” I sighed, “how long have these things been?”

“Since the beginning of literature,” was his cold and brief reply.

“Always so large a percentage of the world’s authors found at that
school?”

“It has never been on the decrease,” he continued. “So many have visited
these halls that it has been a veritable meeting-place of almost all
authors of all lands and all ages at some stage in their careers. Some
who came tarried long; others, not satisfied, foolishly drifted to the
schools of the King’s Highway which ever carry on their work in
opposition to the University of the World.”

Here also, in this second grand division, the subtlest kind of teaching
was prevalent. In one sub-division Mr. World and Miss Church-Member
read these general laws written in bold letters where all who desired
could read:

RULES FOR THE WINNING AUTHOR.

1. Give quality rather than quantity.

2. If you will not compose your best, compose nothing. The world is
heavily overstocked with inferior compositions.

3. Write nothing that will cause regret on your death-bed.

4. Do not follow in the rut. Go by some path untraveled before, over
land or sea, and tell the world of your new discoveries.

5. To be acceptable, in the highest sense, you must teach differently
than others, even though it be at the expense of what is commonly
called “truth.” Novelty is the winning feature.

6. In any one composition strive first to arouse the curiosity of your
intended readers; then keep the curiosity suspended and finally give
it satisfaction in accordance with the aim in view.

7. You may be influenced by religion, but not by religious nonsense.
If your writings win, you are a teacher of millions. So, in order to
reach the public ear, you may cater to the tastes and wishes of the
majority.

8. If you see some vile conditions of humanity, send out, in your
writings, vials of vileness. “Like cures like.” If any part of the
church cries, “poison, poison!” you may justify yourself by the fact
that the so-called “poison” in your productions will only neutralize
the poison so prevalent in society, on the same principle that poison
is administered to a sickly body in order to effect a cure.

9. You are always safest when you are true to nature, even though some
sentimental people may charge you with being vulgar.

10. Words of profanity are not allowable if they are the mere expression
of the author, but any foul or profane expression may be quoted. An
author should not be charged with the impropriety of his characters
who are merely taken from actual life.

The above ten commandments, if properly interpreted and obeyed, will
surely lead to literary success.

Then Mr. World escorted his confiding friend from hall to hall of this
second grand division, and at many intervals they could be seen spending
a quiet season on the lawns which surrounded the entire structure.

Their tastes were now more in harmony than ever, and their friendship
was fast reaching that intimacy where each one was searching for pearls
in the deep ocean of the other’s love.



CHAPTER XII.

THE THEATRE.

1. Mr. World and his friend tarry at Satan’s Theatres which lay in
seven grades, one below the other.

2. A description of the “Century Session” held by the demons having
in charge the Theatre interests of Satan.


The College of Theatres lay between the second and third divisions of
the Schools of Literature. The numerous structures were built on so
large a scale, and after such winning designs, that the attention of
many travelers was attracted to them and thereby to the performances
given within their walls.

Here could be found some of the graduates of the Schools of Literature
who were constantly engaged on one or another of the stages.

All these theatrical attractions belonged to the first grade and formed
a part of a great system of Theatres which lay in seven grades, one
below the other, each serving its part to engross the human mind with
the carnal and sensual things of life.

The performances of the first grade were practically free from the
vulgar touches found, with increasing intensity, as one goes downward
toward the seventh grade which lay beneath the Midway in the Valley
of Temptation.

In these Satanic Theatres of the first grade respectability is
maintained purposely so as to ensnare as many professing Christians
as possible, for there are many in the ranks of the church who are
building with nothing but wood, hay, and stubble. The scheme works so
well that the Devil is trying to form a “Stage Trust,” and get all the
talent of the King’s Highway to unite. Thus Satan seems to encourage
morality in order to carry out his deeply laid schemes of moral
pollution.

I looked into the inward workings of this terrible system. I saw
multitudes descending downward from the first grade, many of whom
ceased not until they had passed through all the seven grades. The
scenes and revelations that came to my eyes beggar all description.
My heart sickened as I beheld the millions wallowing in the mire of
fleshly lusts, apparently living for no higher purpose than to see the
latest novelties of expressing lewdness and sensuality.

“This is brute life, indeed,” I soliloquized, “for it can be easily
seen that the hearts of these people are so seared and their ears so
dull that they have no desire for the music of celestial choirs, or
the ecstacies that rise from heart-communion with God.”

I also saw that there were numberless underground connections between
the lower Theatres and the Schools of Suicide, and with the varied
haunts of Prostitution that infested the whole region.

This startling fact also forced its way to my attention:--_the money
flowing from the entire seven grades fell into one treasury_, so that
they who moved in the supposed moral atmosphere of the first and second
grades were, nevertheless, patrons of the whole iniquitous business.
At once I thought of the churches that were in sympathy, or league,
with this part of the work along the Broad Highway. And I inwardly
uttered these sad sentences:

“_It is no more a mystery why such churches have lost their holy
influence and their warmth of spiritual life, while worldliness
flourishes from the pew to the pulpit_.”

[Illustration: The Devil’s Substitute to the Prayer-Meeting (The
Christians left their Bibles at home.)]

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member spent several seasons of leisure in
the Theatres of the first and second grades. Finally he invited her
to accompany him to a Refined Vaudeville in the third grade Theatre
district. It happened to be on the same day of the week that she had
formerly been accustomed to attend prayer meeting. This fact awakened
memories of bygone days, and brought feelings of sadness to her heart.
Mr. World, by an artful diversity of language, arrested her mind and
calmed her conscience as he playfully remarked: “This will be a good
substitute for the prayer-meeting.”

I saw the two enter the Vaudeville with many other church-members that
mingled with the jostling crowds. These Christians left their Bibles
at home, while some took as a substitute their opera glasses. They can
see through these better than they can through their Bibles.

While Mr. World and Miss Church-Member tarried at the Theatres, I was
permitted to see a conference of the evil spirits that had in charge
the Theatre interests of Satan. The conference met at the opening of
the year 1901 what was called “The Century Session.”

For the time I was lost to all other surroundings, and I could hear
all and see all as if I occupied the best seat. The unusual parliament
seemed to be held underground, and yet one could enter directly from
the surface of the earth.

The assemblage was controlled by a highly honored chief, cool and
deliberate in manner. Every kind of imp imaginable could be found in
the number that constituted the many committees.

I witnessed every part of the diabolical proceedings, and will here
disclose a portion of these doubly sealed secrets.

After all preliminaries were brushed away, I heard seven ominous clangs,
and silence reigned supreme. The chairman rose to speak. What a mingling
of light and darkness! How truly Satanic his every feature and every
move! How earnest his brief address, every word in the interest of
Satan’s blasting work.

“Give heed, oh, ye co-workers, bound under oath to give a true
report! Our cause has made advances, and our work calls for the
ripest service we can give. _The theatre modernized is fast winning
the church. All honor, ye spirits who played your parts so well!_ The
century has just closed, but not our opportunity. Let coming years
be one of mightier conquest. Down with the narrow truth and morbid
righteousness, and all things else that check our onward marching!”
For a moment the chairman was silent. Then, as he raised his hand, I
heard a hideous clang which proved to be the signal for the report
of “The-Moral-Effect-of-the-Theatre” committee. Forthwith the whole
committee stood _en masse_ before the chairman. “Our work goes on with
speed,” cried the leader of the gang. “In every district we are gaining
ground.”

“I have watched your progress with joyful pride,” answered the chairman,
as he smiled in hellish glee. “But I noted the sharp conflicts you had
with certain reformers in the churches.”

“Some of them we cannot conquer,” despairingly admitted the leader.

“Grieve not over forts you cannot take, but make good use of those
that have surrendered.”

“They are firing our guns splendidly,” quickly intercepted the leader,
as he rose and read the following report:

1. “We have labored earnestly in the ranks of the church until many
more of her members now believe that the moral effect of our Theatres
is helpful.

2. “We have succeeded in dividing the members of many churches on this
question, and have witnessed, with pleasure, the many kinds of quarrels
that have resulted therefrom.

3. “We have succeeded in turning the tide of many periodicals, so that
the defense of the Theatre, as a moral stimulant, is more general than
ever.”

As the leader closed his brief report, the chairman offered his
compliments, and the host cheered with vigor.

The committee retired. The chairman again lifted his hand and two
clangs were heard. This was the signal for the appearance of the
“Park-Theatre” committee.

“Good tidings, or ill?” tersely asked the chairman.

“Good tidings of the first degree,” cheerily replied the leader of the
committee as he proceeded to read his document:

1. “We labored, with all zeal, to carry out the schemes concocted
previously.

2. “We have succeeded in locating a series of free Theatres at every
summer park where we could possibly induce the management to admit
them.

3. “These Theatres, even though they be of a third or fourth class,
are doing a great service for us by implanting a taste for other grades.

4. “By this happy medium we are winning young people and church-members
by the thousand, for they can attend these Park exhibitions without
being severely criticised.

5. “We are careful to give them enough immoral and sensual bait to
draw them further. (Wild applause.)

6. “These innocent Park Theatres must not be abandoned, for they are
a sure training school. We hereby pledge ourselves anew to go forth
more earnestly to our tasks.” (Furious applause over the whole
assembly.)

“Have you met with any hindrances to your work?” queried the chairman
of the meeting.

“Many indeed. Some Parks refuse our class of Theatres, while others
are closed to every class. But our committee is determined to push
ahead.”

“Onward, ye comrades,” urged the chairman. “Buy up the stock of every
Park, if possible, and furnish recreation for the church. Do not become
too bold at first in the introduction of lewd and foolish plays, or
you may be fought by the popular churches.”

“Hardly possible,” replied the leader. “So many in the church are glad
to wink at these incongruities, for they are thereby given a chance
to satisfy their carnal appetites without being classed with the regular
Theatre crowd.”

“This is one of our happiest modern hits,” chuckled the chairman, as
the committee turned away, amidst the mad-like cheering.

Next I saw that the chairman raised his hand, and at once I heard three
sharp clangs which were the signal for the “Church-Choir” committee.
“What has the church-choir to do with the Theatre,” thought I, as I
saw the obedient host answering to their call.

“What tidings, good or ill?” asked the chairman in a tone of confidence.

“Progress slow, but sure,” briefly answered the leader of the committee
as he stepped a little nearer to the chairman to give his report.

“Ours is a difficult task. Some choirs are hedged about that we cannot
so much as reach them with suggestions. Nevertheless, we have succeeded
in many sections, notably in certain large cities. We report, with
pride, that some churches have engaged genuine theatrical singers to
render special selections during the regular Sunday services. Is it
not an evidence of our success when the opera-stage singer of Saturday
night furnishes the chief solo for church-goers on Sunday morning?
This is winning certain people to the Theatre, for in many instances
they cannot wait until the next Sunday; so they visit several theatres
during the week to keep their spiritual strength renewed.”

Then the demons cheered to the echo, and I listened with a sad, heavy
heart.

The leader continued:

“We are also endeavoring to get the regular church-choirs to imitate
the popular theatrical stars. Of course, we do not oppose the use of
religious words, if we cannot induce them to sing our selections. We
are aiming to create a taste for the up-to-date novelties in music,
in contrast to the old dry singing in certain churches of the King’s
Highway.” (Prolonged applause.)

As this tall, wiry demon continued to unfold his deep-laid plans, I
well understood why Satan has selected the church-choir as an objective
point, and has delegated so large a number of imps to do work in that
special direction. I then cried within me: “Oh, that these churches
would not use their choir-corners as an advertising medium for the
Theatre! And that choirs, in their musical devotions, may be led by
the Spirit of God rather than by the imps of Hell!”

This committee retired with special encomiums.

The chairman rose and I heard four sonorous clangs which summoned the
“Ministerial” committee. At once its members, in their sedate and
portly attitudes, surged down the massive aisles.

I shuddered as I saw the variety of these mean Satanic faces, portraying
a depth of vileness, mingled with shrewd and scholarly insight. With
great care I studied this pack of Hell-hounds, gathered from the ends
of the earth, now standing in sullen mood, ready to give their report.

“What tidings, good or ill?” asked the chairman.

“The tidings are good,” replied the famous leader. “By our efforts we
have silenced many a voice which formerly thundered against us. To-day
many more ministers are in sympathy with the modern Theatre of the
higher grades, although not a few of these must hold their views in
secret. Others speak apologetically, and still more come out in bold
defense of what they term the ‘Select Theatre.’”

“What do you consider the most hopeful line of your work?” further
asked the chairman.

“Our work in the theological schools,” quickly responded the leader.
“Special sections of our committee have labored with stealthy vigor
to capture the preacher before he reaches the pulpit. The last years
of the century have witnessed phenomenal gains for our cause. By winning
the theological student early to our Theatrical theories we are likely
to gain his heart and sympathy in after years. Our success along these
lines is the most hopeful sign of the times, and bespeaks the ushering
in of more sensible conditions. (Furious applause.)

“Before retiring,” continued the leader, “let me quote the utterances
of a certain broad-minded clergyman: ‘The clean Theatre of the twentieth
century will be, and ought to be, the moral prayer-meeting for
Christians, while the spiritual prayer-meeting will be held in the
church as usual.’”

The whole army of devils cheered like madmen. I was so aroused that
I felt that ecclesiastical lynch law should be applied to any minister
whose utterances caused such jubilee among the legions of Hell.

I could not remain to hear the report of:

“The Moral Play” committee,

“The Variant Dance” committee,

“The Sacred Concert” committee and other committees whose names I could
not learn.



CHAPTER XIII.

SCHOOLS OF LITERATURE. THIRD DIVISION

1. Seven separate halls described.

2. The far-reaching schemes of Satan to pollute the Press and the Pen.


Mr. World and Miss Church-Member, after spending several hours at the
Theatres, moved toward the vast groups of buildings comprising the
third division of the College of Literature. The structures lay in a
semi-circle facing a magnificent court, in the center of which there
was a park of surpassing loveliness. On an immense arch, over the
center of the park, these words were hung in shining letters:

THIRD DIVISION:

TRUE CHRISTIANITY AND LITERATURE.

As Mr. World and his charming companion entered this great central
court, they were quite overcome by the size and beauty of the three
score halls, each one widening as its depth increased. Some towered
one thousand feet in the air while others sent their proud domes, as
it were, into the clouds.

The two companions mingled with the multitudes, engaged in the common
pleasures of this open court, and watched with poetic delight the
sparkling fountains, while sweet strains of music from scattered
orchestras lent their charms to the soul. The shrubbery, flowers and
plants, as well as the works of sculpture and pictorial art, all
appeared as if angel fingers had been employed in their production and
arrangement.

The season here spent by Miss Church-Member was the happiest that she
had yet experienced since she had left the King’s Highway. To think
that she was now living in the threshold of True Christianity, in its
relation to literature, was at once novel and refreshing to her mind,
for she now claimed to be a more faithful Christian than ever before.

During their protracted stay at this division they visited the following
halls, each one devoted to a specific purpose:

Hall No. 3. “The Bible from a Literary Standpoint.”

Hall No. 8. “The Best Literature for a Sunday School Class.”

Hall No. 9. “The Best Literature for Sunday school Libraries.”

Hall No. 13. “The Best Literature for a True Christian to Read.”

Hall No. 16. “Literature for a Christian’s ‘Grip’ when on a Vacation.”

Hall No. 27. “The Sunday Newspaper and Other Publications.”

Hall No. 38. “The Best Way of Conducting a Religious Newspaper.”

Mr. World spent a day with his appreciative friend under the teaching
of Hall No. 3. The professors were exceptionally brilliant, and so won
the confidence of their many hearers that what they said seemed to
have more weight than even the Bible. They tried to demonstrate that
the literary style of the Bible was far below par.

When they entered Hall No. 8 they were surprised to see how large a
number of Sunday school workers and teachers were already there. The
meeting that day was held largely in the form of an open parliament,
and a discussion was in progress concerning the use of the Bible in
the class during the study of the lesson.

“Would it not be preferable,” asked an interested visitor, “to use the
Bible in the class during the study of the lesson, and use the special
helps only for preparation?”

“Don’t think of it, don’t think of it!” abruptly answered the teacher.
“It would only be a step backward.”

“It appears to me,” continued the visitor, “that our young people ought
to become more familiar in using and handling the Bible, and if it
were used in connection with the study of the lesson it would surely
prove to be a valuable help, even beyond what the present system
affords.”

“And would you throw aside all the very valuable side lights to the
lesson that are being produced in such rich variety and abundance?’
hurriedly asked a Sunday school teacher who was present on a furlough.

“Nay, nay,” earnestly spoke the visitor, “let the press go on, but let
not its fruit be substituted for the bread of life. Fruit is good,
delicious and healthful, but we need the staff of life. _Let the real
actual Bible be handled and used in the teaching of the lesson. Then
whatever else is wise to use as an auxiliary help may be brought into
service_. That is my platform, pure and simple.”

The leader of the meeting was agitated. He impatiently rose to his
feet before the last words had fallen from the visitor’s lips.

“Let us use reason,” he said, with a light vein of sarcasm in his
voice. “Is it not true that the average child sees enough of the Bible
in his home and in the public schools, and that he greatly relishes
a change when he comes to the Sunday school?”

“That’s only too true,” spoke up the worldly element who were there
in large numbers.

“Let me assure you,” continued the speaker as he was warming to his
theme under false fires of devilish sophistry, “in the day when the
Bible was used in the Sunday school classes, spiritual ignorance
abounded more than now.”

“Why not be satisfied with rapid advancement, instead of inviting
retrogression in knowledge, and a double decimation in Sunday school
attendance, by compelling scholars to go searching through a book as
uninteresting and unfathomable to them as the Bible?”

“One great hindrance to Sunday school work is its pious and
sanctimonious tendency. If the schools of the twentieth century are
to be successful, we must have less of that Bible stiffness in them,
and still more of an open sociability.”

The worldly element and some of the Sunday school teachers were now
cheering heartily. But the speaker continued:

“Instead of going to an extreme that means death to the Sunday school
by advocating that an army of cold Bibles should go walking into the
service, I should rather advocate a change in the other direction, for
I am even opposed to the tons of cheap literature filled with cloudy
opinions that are now being scattered throughout our schools. We need
lesson helps that are interspersed with incidents of adventure, and
startling stories that have fire and life in them. Let some publisher
take the hint.

“Then the boy or girl whose daily reading may consist of that style
of writing will find the Sunday school more congenial to his nature,
and he will go there with a bound. In that manner you are certain to
win the boy’s heart, after which you can, with tact, send the spiritual
truth deeper into his soul. From such a scholar keep the Bible as far
away as possible It is not even necessary to lay stress on the fact
that the lesson text is, taken from the Bible.

“If the teacher can succeed in holding his respect for the Sunday
school, then, in after years, when he is more matured and is better
able to reason, you may bring the Bible itself more directly to his
attention, and you will secure better results than are prevalent to-day
in the Sunday school world.”

The audience cheered lustily. In this cheering Mr. World and his
companion joined. The visitor, who was deeply grieved at the warm
reception of such destructive doctrines, arose to speak, but the
intolerant cried out: “Away with him! We want no more bigotry and
one-hundred-years-behind-the time speeches!” At the suggestion of the
chairman he was hurried from the room to appear before a commission
on lunacy.

The speech had its desired effect. The great majority of the audience
were convinced that the Bible was not a “drawing card,” and that it
should not be introduced into the class study if it could possibly be
avoided. A few pledged that they would do all in their power to effect
a revolution in the present system of lesson helps.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member left this hall and entered Hall No.
9. It was a rare privilege for them to walk through the largest Sunday
school library in the world, where many committees were at work
selecting books for their respective Sunday schools.

Satan had so ingeniously managed the composition of these books, and
so artfully arranged them on the endless shelves, that one could
scarcely discern the good parts of a book from the bad, or determine
in which section of the hall the largest percentage of good books could
be found. In this way committees almost invariably picked up
considerable chaff with the wheat.

I looked at Blackana and sighed: “Oh! Blackana, how long will these
things be? If only a conflagration would reduce the contents of that
hall to ashes!”

“Ah! mortal,” he coldly replied, “these things will never be destroyed,
for the building is fire proof. Surely the Sunday school should get
as much of its library as possible from a source so well protected.”

“For what fiendish reason?” I asked as I was moved with indignation.

“Nothing fiendish about it. Satan can furnish books at less cost, and
thereby be of material financial help to the Sunday school. Furthermore,
he is able to furnish a larger variety and a more inviting class of
books, with more spicy fiction, and less of that deadness so generally
characteristic of the books coming from the hand of a narrow-minded
Christian.”

“Silence, thou agent of the Devil! Thou art again dealing in falsehood.
When thou speakest to me, speak truthfully or hold thy tongue in
quietness.”

He rolled his eyes at me, but spoke no more.

In the early hours of the following day I saw the same two companions
enter Hall No. 13 devoted to “The Best Literature for a True Christian
to Read.” They moved leisurely from table to table scanning and reading
the books and booklets which, in great variety, lay before them.

Weariness urged them to a seat in the lecture department where they
were entertained by a scholarly address on “_Choice Literature for a
Christian._”

“It must not be forgotten.” said the speaker in one part of his address,
“that the mind can be ruined by lack of vigorous exercise. In the
physical body the stomach would become weak and sickly were it not
compelled, quite frequently, to digest strong foods or a great variety
of them. So also the mind, in order to reach its true development,
needs a wide variety of thought-food. Not alone that of a
sickly-sentimental or sanctimonious kind which in its place is all
right, but such a variety as will best stimulate the mind in a
well-rounded, liberal education. In particular, a good Christian should
peruse such literature as will inform him thoroughly concerning the
enemies of Christianity. He should not spurn, but rather study
infidelity, skepticism and every other hostile movement, so that he
may be able the better to appreciate his own position. The Bible is
not so much a book for reading, as a book of reference, and therefore
a Christian’s loyalty to Christ must not be measured by his reading
and studying the Bible, but by his success in locating the enemies of
the cross and studying their designs, looking over their encampments,
and estimating the strength of their weapons. If he becomes thus
acquainted with the foe, he is in better position to order an advance,
or to effect a treaty whereby much strife may be avoided.”

Hall No. 16 was next visited. It offered to its patrons a happy time.
Here the work of the artist was in pleasing evidence. On beautiful
walls were pictured retreats of all kinds. The games and sports, in
endless variety, which make merry the park, field and glen, were the
subjects of some of the paintings.

These were the titles of some of the larger wall paintings:

“A restful day under the oak.”

“The campers at the midday meal.”

“An hour of idle reading.” “Around the camp-fire at night.”

“At rest beside the bounding brook.”

“Along the beach at bathing time.”

“The cottage by the sea.”

Nothing was said about the paintings on the wall; they were merely
suggestive of the refreshment that came after toil.

The lecturer of this hall was a jolly man, an athlete of fine
proportions, whose splendid appearance attracted the attention of the
throng of listeners.

“We are not here to discuss the good or evil which comes from various
kinds of recreation, but to tell you, from experience, what kind of
reading to take with you when you go on a vacation, or a pleasure trip.
As you are seeking rest for the body so let your religious books have
a rest. Leave them all at home, except the Bible, and prayer book,--you
might take them along to be used in case of sickness or accident. Then
put in your ‘grip’ some humorous books, such as will make you merry.
Besides these place therein some other very light reading, such as
will rest the mind from the more serious things of life.

“As a father delighteth to see his children roam and romp in glee over
the meadows after the time of faithful toil, so the Heavenly Father
delighteth to see _his_ true children lay aside the seriousness of
prayer and Bible study, and go forth in joyful rest to the seashore,
or to the quiet glen in the fastnesses of the woods. If you follow
these directions, you will get the cream of pleasure and profit, and
return to your secular or religious work with renewed vigor.”

I saw many ministers, of the gospel in the audience, but not all
seconded the words of the speaker. Mr. World and his confiding companion
were surprised after entering Hall No. 27 to find on exhibition a copy
of all the periodical publications of the world. This was a large hall
and had sub-divisions, each devoted to a distinct class of literature.
One department contained all non-sectarian religious publications;
another the sectarian; still a third was devoted to daily newspapers,
partisan and non-partisan; yet another contained all trade journals;
another all the scientific periodicals, and thus the plan was continued
throughout.

This was the busiest place of all, for some of the periodicals had
their offices in this hall, while others had representatives there,
so that countless thousands thronged the sub-departments daily. Each
sub-department had its own corps of lecturers.

Many editors, before entering into active service, take the entire
series of courses offered by this hall, and are thus taught to
prevaricate, abbreviate, and exaggerate, or do ought else to attain
the end in view.

I saw Mr. World and Miss Church-Member pass by one sub-department after
another. They were not pleased with the excitement that prevailed.
They had intended however to pause at the department devoted especially
to the Sunday newspaper question, and tarried at the door long enough
merely to catch these few words from one of the speakers:

“I am a member of the church myself, and bear an honorable name therein;
but I am unwilling to be classed with a set of bigots who would rob
us of our personal liberties and, if possible, place all kinds of
restrictive measures about our inalienable rights. I stand for liberty
first of all, and tyranny never. Why should one dictate to me what I
shall read on Sunday? I look at my Bible more than one hundred times
a year, and read a Sunday newspaper only fifty-two times. It was a
happy change that started the regular press of the country to yield
seven issues a week, and thereby send forth additional rays of
enlightenment to a people who are in sad need of all that they can get
to increase their intelligence.

“According to my opinion there are so many practices that are worse
than reading a Sunday newspaper that Satan must surely be annoyed to
see a man engaged in such a harmless pursuit. Happy, indeed, would we
all be if the---”

The two companions passed on and heard no more, until they left this
hall and paid a brief visit to Hall No. 38 devoted to “_The Best Way
of Conducting a Religious Newspaper_.”

There were very few editors present, but the debate amongst them was
vigorous and, at times, very contentious, much to the interest and
enjoyment of the spectators.

The question being discussed was: “_How Can We Best Increase the
Circulation of the Church Paper?_”

After a few exchanges of opinions, the chairman of the meeting
advocated, with grave dignity, that all religious newspapers should
be more conformed to the tastes and the level of a hungry world. “There
is too great a contrast,” said he, “between the mental condition of
the laymen and the high, cold tone of the average religious paper. Let
the editor of a church paper do as did his Master Jesus Christ,--come
down to the level of the world, where he can reach the heart and the
ear of the common people of whom the masses are composed. No paper
should be so holy that it cannot adapt itself to the development of
the natural as well as the spiritual part of man.”

These remarks were warmly applauded.

Next an editor of a religious paper arose, and spoke with decision:

“I want to be as liberal and broad-minded as God would have me be. I
came to this hall with doubtful steps. I cannot say that I have profited
thereby. My mind is at variance with the chairman of this meeting. He
says: ‘All religious papers should be more conformed to the tastes of
the hungry world.’ Let me ask, with all honesty, what is the taste of
the hungry world? Is it not a terribly perverted taste, a hungering
for the black sins of death? I contend that it is the work of a good
paper to be a beacon light, even though it shines from a lofty
light-house. It may thereby shine out farther and wider. Away with the
doctrine of devils that would pervert the truth and send with merciless
fling----”

At this juncture the speaker was seized by an officer who came running
in at the ringing of a bell and arrested the editor on the charge of
“disturbing the peace,” which, the chairman declared, was due to a
diseased state of his mind.

Miss Church-Member was freightened from the hall by this episode, and
was followed by her less fearful companion.



CHAPTER XIV.

THE DEVIL’S TEMPERANCE COLLEGE.

1. Mr. World and his companion visit this immense college, with many
wings, all devoted to teaching every phase of the temperance question
in accordance with Satan’s views.

2. A view of the millions who attend this college.


Automobiles are used by the agents of Satan to convey students and
visitors from one college to another of the great University of the
World.

I saw Miss Church-Member and her cherished escort leave the College of
Literature in one of these up-to-date carriages.

“Shall we tarry at the athletic field?” asked Mr. World as they came
to a famous sporting ground.

“Let us rather hasten to the Temperance College,” she suggested. But
her manner indicated that she did not wish to urge him away from the
place of his heart’s desire.

“Altogether at your pleasure,” he smiled, as he sank back into the
comfortable cushions of the conveyance.

They soon reached the desired locality, saw the moving millions from
all portions of the earth, and heard the ceaseless babble of their
voices harmonizing with the work of this college which was known among
the pilgrims of the King’s Highway as _The Devil’s Temperance College._
It covered many acres of ground, and consisted of many immense
buildings, around which clustered many smaller structures serving for
auxiliary purposes.

When Mr. World and Miss Church-Member walked about the college grounds,
and saw more closely the magnitude and beauty of the edifices, they
were so overawed that their tongues offered no comment.

They mingled a while with the merry multitude, and then at one corner
of the group entered the gigantic building devoted to the subject of
Temperance and the Bible. They hoped thereby to get the consensus of
opinion on one of the complex questions of the day.

At the bureau of information the two companions were directed to the
Public Hall of Debate, which was reached by the aid of one of the
numerous electric elevators. The Great Hall had an auditorium of one
hundred feet in height and a seating capacity fully capable of
accommodating the visiting multitudes. The acoustics were so perfect
that one, at the farther end of the room, could easily hear the speaker
on the stage. When Mr. World and his friend had entered the hall they
were surprised to learn that many of the auditors were members of the
more radical churches along the King’s Highway.

The corps of high titled professors who occupied the stage spoke at
intervals, or answered questions which were propounded by persons in
the audience.

Over the stage I saw in illuminated letters: TEMPERANCE AND THE BIBLE.

An aged man was speaking when the two comrades took seats near the
center of the room.

“We are not here,” explained the venerable man, “to prove that the
Bible is either false or true. We leave that question for other schools
to decide. It is our province to show what the Bible teaches on this
important theme. Temperance is a word so misused and so abused that
it becomes people of sound judgment to go to the rock bottom of the
question as viewed in the light of Scripture.”

Then, adjusting his green spectacles, the speaker opened the Bible and
offered to explain, or to have explained, any part of it that bore on
the subject of “Temperance from a Bible Standpoint.”

A breathless silence followed until a moderate-drinking church-member
arose with Bible in hand. “Did Christians, during the life of Christ,
drink wine?” he asked, in a self-righteous manner.

The speaker called upon Mr. Wine Expert who quickly stepped forward
from his chair on the stage.

“There can be no doubt,” he affirmed, “but that they drank wine freely.
They knew enough in that day not to discard a good thing.”

Hundreds of people sprang to their feet, but Mr. Venerable ordered
that one should speak at a time and that they all should be seated and
first listen to the questioner.

“Was that wine the same, in kind, that Noah drank, as related in Gen.
9:21?”

“Identical.”

“And the same that is used to-day in the commercial world?”

“It is the same as the good wine that is used to-day. There are many
modern adulterations.”

The questioner took his seat. A man from London then obtained the
floor. He also held a Bible as he spoke.

“I am a temperance worker in one of the districts of London, and would
like to know whether you conclude by your former assertion concerning
the early Christians that the Bible does not speak against wine
drinking?”

“Not in a single place. How could it do so consistently?” answered the
Devil’s expert.

“Will you please turn to Prov. 20:1. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.’ How do you
harmonize this passage with what you have just asserted?” The man from
London sat down.

“Quite an easy task for one who has given honest study to the question,”
said Mr. Wine Expert. “Wine is a mocker. Just as wisdom mocks at the
calamity of those who reject it in Prov. 1:26. So, wine, personified
in a similar manner, mocks at the folly of those who refuse it.
(Applause.) Strong drink is raging. Just as in Jonah 1:15, the sea was
raging in protest against Jonah because he refused to preach the truth
to the people. So in this passage, ‘strong drink is raging,’ because
so many church-members and ministers refuse to preach the real truth
to the people on the subject of strong drink. (Prolonged applause.)
If there were as much said against me falsely, as has been spoken
against strong drink, I would not only rage, but would go raging and
foaming over this stage in protest. (Tremendous applause and shouting
from the people of the world.) I tell you more, my friends, strong
drink will keep on raging as long as old Voices and ‘The New Voice’
of cranks and idiots are heard to squeak out their childish nonsense
to an enlightened people.” (Furious applause and demonstrations.)

“The last part of the passage is easily to be understood,” continued
the speaker. “‘Whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.’ How could
a person be wise who allows himself to be deceived and hoodwinked
concerning as good a thing as wine or strong drink?”

“Nobody, we need not fear,” cried out a brewer from one side of the
room.

“There is however a host,” continued Mr. Wine Expert, “who are woefully
deceived, and who are endeavoring to force their deceptions upon the
state.”

“And I am one of them,” shouted a tall man from Kansas, U. S. A., as
he violently jumped to his feet, and remained standing.

“I would suggest,” calmly interrupted the venerable leader, “that our
special photographer take a snap shot of this man. We are always glad
to keep a record of such monstrosities. He looks like a fair specimen
of a deceived man. (Laughter.) He is lean and bony, and if any one of
you never before saw such a man, take a full view of him now. Suppose
you,” he said, as he continued pointing at the Kansas man, “slowly
make a full revolution on your feet so that each one can here see all
sides of you,--if you have more than one side.” (Great applause amongst
the people of the world.)

The man from Kansas stood still till the voice of the insulting outcry
died away.

“I can stand abuse; I can stand irony and sarcasm; but I thank God
that where I live I need no longer endure the insults of the Rum Devil.
(Suppressed applause.) If Mr. Venerable thinks I am the only man present
who comes under his classification of ‘deceived persons,’ I will
demonstrate to him his folly, for there are many thousands here who
have not yet bowed the knee to Baal.”

“Out of order!” “Put him out!” “Away with him!” came from the audience.

“If there is a person here opposed to the Rum Traffic, let him rise,”
fearlessly continued the tall man.

Up sprang a W. C. T. U. leader; then another person; then a hundred
from Maine; yea, a thousand more until over seven thousand, from all
parts of the world, stood on their feet.

“Remain standing, I ask you! Let not one of you act the coward! There
are others here today, who came in, as I did, to visit. Stand up! Show
your colors! If you remain seated you will be classed with the enemy.
The time to honor your cause is at hand. I ask you seventy thousand
church-members present to choose this day whom you will serve.”

Mr. Venerable, who was an experienced man in these uprisings, whispered
to an excited saloon-keeper: “Let them proceed. A house divided against
itself can not stand.”

“I demand order,” shouted a high-license advocate who owned a brewery,
but the agitated fellow was soon calmed by these personal words from
the venerable chairman: “_Let these people go. They will soon get into
factional contention and thereby break the point of their steel more
effectually than we could do it._”

“Remain standing, ye noble band of men and women!” shouted the Kansas
man with increasing earnestness. “You, who are too cowardly or
indifferent to rise from your seats, are throwing your influence this
day on the side of the enemy, thereby casting a reflection on the
church of our Lord Jesus Christ, and--”

This was more than a certain minister could bear. So, before the Kansas
man had finished his last sentence, he sprang excitedly to his feet
and shook his fist defiantly: “I want it distinctly understood that
I am just as good as the man from Kansas, and just as much of a
temperance man, but I don’t believe in this way of showing my colors.
I would not be standing now had I not been insulted more by that crank
of one idea, standing there, than by Mr. Wine Expert who so contemptibly
perverted Scripture.”

Mr. Wine Expert sprang to the edge of the stage to defend his position,
but Mr. Venerable was instantly at his side. “_Come, come, don’t spoil
that fight; suffer rather than have them combine against you,_” were
the quiet words of logic that brought him to his seat without uttering
a word.

Then up jumped a few prominent church-members to express their
indignation at the adverse criticism of the Kansas man.

“Those are exactly my sentiments, and I here offer my protest against
this manner of procedure,” said one as he looked approvingly at the
minister.

“And so do I.” “I am most emphatically of the same opinion.” “I stand
here, a true temperance man, to express my indignation at that Kansas
prodigy,” were some of the expressions which came from temperance men
who were not willing to be classed with the seven thousand.

Then upwards of one hundred women rose to their feet and indignantly
rebuked the Kansas man for his misjudgment in starting this factional
display. This provoked some radical leaders of the W. C. T. U. who
chanced to be there as detectives or visitors. They also arose in
defense of the Kansas man.

I saw the tumult rising. Disorder was pre-dominant. Hundreds tried to
speak at once. Saloon-keepers, brewers, whiskey politicians, and the
professors on the stage were smiling in ghoulish glee. They enjoyed
it more than a prize fight, and the results were at once more disastrous
and more deplorable.

As the conflict waxed hotter some men and women were screaming, and
some fainting, and some resorted to blows. Others scrambled to get
from the room. The elevators were put in quick service, and I saw Mr.
World and Miss Church-Member, with thousands of others, running from
the scene of the fight.

“Let us go to another building,” suggested Miss Church-Member.

A very short time after this I saw them enter the largest building of
all the Temperance College. It stood centrally amongst the great group,
and was devoted to “_Hygiene and Temperance._”

[Illustration: A Scene in the Devils Temperance College The fight
between the temperence factions was greatly enjoyed by the saloon-
keepers, brewers, and whisky politicians.]

After learning that they came as visitors, a director advised them to
pass the many medical wings on separate flats and go to the great
auditorium on one of the higher floors. Proceeding, in obedience to
the advice given, they soon beheld a room of greater size and
magnificence than the one which they had just left, and as they were
taking seats they fixed their attention on the lecturer who had already
been speaking for an hour. He was discoursing on the relation of strong
drink to the stomach.

“It must be remembered,” affirmed he, “that the stomach was made to
serve man. The appetite is the true criterion by which he may know
what his body needs. If he feels a thirst for alcoholic drink, it is
akin to a hunger for any special class of foods. He is not to ask his
servant, the stomach, whether it is willing to do the work of
transformation. He is to give it the work to do. The stomach will do
it, unless that particular digestive function is lost. It is claimed
by some who know more about ditch-digging than about physiology, that
alcoholic beverages ruin the lining of the stomach, creating ulcers,
and other disorders. This kind of teaching reminds me of a conundrum.
‘Why is a scientific temperance man like a dead man in his coffin?’
Who can answer it?”

“Because each one ought to be buried,” guessed a liquor-merchant from
Paris. (Laughter.)

“A good guess,” said the speaker, but you have not yet hit the mark.”

“Because needer von dem is vert any ding,” said the proprietor of a
beer-saloon from Germany. (Increased laughter.)

“You are still away from my idea,” spoke the lecturer.

“I know it,” said a rum-lawyer. “It is because they both lie.”
(Applause.)

“That’s exactly the truth of the matter. These so-called ‘scientific
temperance men’ are accountable for more lies imposed on a credulous
public than can be corrected for many years to come. Any sensible man
knows that moderate drinking is healthful to the stomach. If a man
drinks too much, he is liable to trouble, just like a man who eats too
much, or sleeps too much, or even talks too much about temperance.
(Applause and laughter.) I tell you, my good friends, a little of that
elixir of life is just as good for my stomach as it was for Timothy’s,
and the good man Paul would say the same thing if he were here to-day.
(Cries from the world of “that’s so!” and “hurrah for Paul!”) I am
satisfied to have a great man like Paul on my side, even if I must
know that some of his pigmy disciples are against me.” (Increased
applause.)

This speech was especially enjoyed by Mr. World who himself was addicted
to a moderate use of alcoholic beverages. An announcement came from
the platform that in an hour the eminent Dr. Strauss of Europe would
discourse on “The Effect of Malt Liquors on the Heart,” and those who
wished to remain might spend the interim in social intercourse.

In consequence of this announcement the major part of the audience
dispersed in varying groups, and discussed the merits of the lecture
just ended.

Every creed was there represented by a few or more of its members,
many of whom were favorably and deeply impressed by the argument of
the Devil as it was given in the address.

Others I saw, not a few, who laid bare this iniquitous scheme of
presenting the untruth, and declared that they would no more give ear
to any teaching that came from that source.

This gave rise to endless quibblings and contentions between
church-members of the same faith and those of separate creeds. These
disputes continued with increasing bitterness until the hour had passed.

All eyes were fixed upon the stage as the portly Dr. Strauss arose to
speak. His voice at first was slow and deep, and in all he was the
personification of dignity. The first part of his lecture was a very
convincing argument in favor of what is called the “_Normal Use of
Malt Liquors_.” He declared that moderate drinking could have no evil
effect on the action of the heart, except in rare cases. To prove his
general statement and to win the confidence of his hearers, he quoted
over forty printed and written extracts from eminent physicians of the
world.

After this general survey of his argument, he entered into details and
illustrated the second division of his lecture by the use of pictorial
charts. In this manner the construction and action of the heart were
concretely shown.

In the third division of the lecture the Prince of Darkness showed his
skill in manipulating the utterances of the speaker. By a second series
of illustrated charts the lecturer intended to show how alcoholic
beverages, in coursing through the human system, benefited the heart
rather than injured it. In trying to establish this point he used the
subtlest sophistry of Satan.

Through the three divisions of the discourse I heard vigorous applause,
and when, in the smooth language of his final climax, he uttered the
last word and was returning to his seat, there was a deafening roar
from all parts of the vast hall. To the mind of Miss Church-Member the
argument of Dr. Strauss was unanswerable, and consequently she was
obliged to revise her radical opinions on the temperance question; and
not only she, but a host of others from the ranks of the Christian
church were influenced similarly.

After leaving this hall the happy pair spent a long time in passing
through some of the other buildings of the group. _Miss Church-Member
was so filled with the doctrines of the Devil that she thought of going
as a missionary to the pilgrims of the Narrow Way._

During their visit at the Temperance College Mr. World conducted his
ever-faithful friend through some of the fashionable temperance-saloons
connected with the institution.

Miss Church-Member would not have entered and much less indulged in
the questionable beverages, had she not been so strongly influenced
by the prolonged visit at the section of the group devoted to the study
of “_Temperate and Intemperate Drinks._”

I was sorely vexed at the operations of this whole college and, looking
at Blackana, I said impatiently:

“How can your comrades find delight in such an impish work--covering
truth and scattering hellish sophistry abroad?”

“Delight?” repeated Blackana. “This world is but the Devil’s Heaven,
and those in his kingdom find chiefest delight in thorns, and not in
flowers; in spinning sophistry, and not in dead things like truth and
logic.”



CHAPTER XV.

INFERNAL SCHOOL SYSTEM.

1. A general view of the vast University of the World with all its
subordinate operations. All working in harmony to destroy the good
that God would do in the world.


The University of the World is so extensive that one could not visit
all its parts during the course of a life-time, but there is a place
called the Magic Observatory whence an observer can have a bird’s-eye
view of all the principal scholastic operations of the Broad Highway.

The Observatory is owned and controlled by careful agents of Satan who
will allow only certain persons to get the benefit of so extensive a
view.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member left the ground of the Temperance
College and proceeded to get permission to rise to the glorious heights
of the Observatory. Mr. World secured permission, but his companion,
not having had sufficient experience in the service of Satan, was
refused a pass. The difficulty was settled by a happy thought. Miss
Church-Member suggested that while he should improve the opportunity
and rise to see the sights, she would visit the College of Fashions,
for which privilege she had been yearning.

I saw that Mr. World spent a long time in viewing the endless
proportions of the noted Observatory, and finally stood on the lofty
viewpoint with an interpreter at his side.

He was then directed to a seat on a mechanical device that moved in
a circle; and as he sat there he looked through the powerful glasses
of the immense telescope.

He first beheld the Schools of the Fine Arts, with their myriad students
who swarmed through a group of buildings so large that it covered the
first sweep of the telescope.

At the next turn of the magic device Mr. World saw the Special Schools
of Mathematics whose prevalent tendency was to destroy faith. Here the
mind of each student was taught to submit everything to the tests of
proof, so that by the time one’s training was finished he would believe
only what could be scientifically demonstrated. In this way Satan
induced many a student to disregard the Bible because he could not
reduce all its teachings to the cold and rigid rules of human reasoning.

Thus does Satan manipulate affairs so that many of the Christian schools
of the earth have imbibed a similar course:--first exalting Reason,
and doing nothing to correspondingly develop in the student the
functions of Faith.

When the telescope again turned Mr. World saw the Schools of Metaphysics
where Satan operated in harmony with the limitless scheme of the whole
University.

Next the College of Theology came within the range of vision. Here the
clergymen of the Broad Highway are prepared to teach the doctrines of
Hell under the guise of “Broad-Minded Theology.” I envied not Mr.
World’s position, for I could also see what his wondering eyes beheld.
As I took a transient view of this vast group of Theological Halls,
and saw how many human beings resorted hither for information, I could
the better understand why the world is kept so full of perverted truth.
There is a daily inflow of ecclesiastics into this College, even such
as become dissatisfied with the Theology as taught on the Highway of
the King.

At the next turn of the telescope Mr. World saw the extensive Business
College whither so large a number of merchants go to learn how to
advertise, and also how to get rich quickly. One hall alone is set
apart for the purpose of teaching a merchant how to practice fraud
without injuring his good standing in the church; another hall teaches
how far a business man may venture into prevarication without lying;
while a still larger hall is devoted to the wholesale trade, and is
intended to teach the best methods of adulterating foods while yet
allowing them to be sold for genuine goods.

Mr. World was deeply interested in the view afforded by the next turn
of the telescope, for the magnificent groups of buildings comprising
the College of Fashions now lay before his admiring vision. He knew
that his beloved friend was somewhere amongst the moving throngs that
ever kept the College astir.

I looked in wonderment upon the far-reaching operations of this Satanic
center. The teachings of this College were so far-reaching that the
seeds of endless follies were planted in the generations yet unborn.

In one of the larger halls of this imposing group I saw an endless and
popular variety of the gods of Fashion. They were worshiped by the
slavish legions who were willing to sacrifice their all rather than
forsake their chosen idols.

Mr. World plainly saw the connection between this College of Fashions
and the Devil’s Pawn Shop. The next item in the weird program was the
Devil’s Optical College which Mr. World and Miss Church-Member had
visited in the earlier days of their companionship. Satan’s Medical
Schools also lay in the same line of vision, and were intimately
connected with the Devil’s Hospital which had numberless branches in
all parts of the world.

And next the vast College of Literature flashed before the admiring
eyes of Mr. World. As seen through the telescope this section presented
a most beautiful picture.

The surface Schools of Law next attracted the attention of the spectator
who was surprised to get so large a view of these operations.

Mr. World still moved in the magic circle, and saw the whole program
as revealed at the angle at which the telescope was inclined. When the
first circle was completed, the telescope dropped to a new angle and
started on its second revolution, disclosing to the observer a new
world of schools, all of which were also comprehended in the University
of the World.

The Missionary College proved to be an interesting sight, as did also
the Devil’s Temperance College.

One of the most surprising sights that greeted Mr. World in this second
revolution was Satan’s Modern College of Narcotics which is a series
of schools built and operated with great care, intended to counteract
the special efforts ever being put forth by the devotees of the King’s
Highway to teach the relations of narcotics to the nervous system.
Formerly Satan did this branch of work in one of the wings of the
Temperance College, but on account of the great stress put on this
subject by the Surpassing Schools of the Christ, Satan has built this
modern institution, and now the church is in confusion because _so
many of its members have such an indistinct vision that they cannot
discern between the wool of the sheep and the hair of the wolf, even
when each animal is wearing its own hide._

The most mysterious schools revealed by this second revolution were
called the Schools of Emergency. These required the skill of the
interpreters to give Mr. World an idea of their work.

This is also a modern idea of the Evil One, and since their erection
the schools have been patronized by an astonishingly large number of
disappointed church-members who receive instruction more readily from
the modern methods here in vogue than from the old-time system.

Then did Mr. World behold a new line of schools in course of erection,
but the interpreter refused to give him satisfaction when he asked the
purpose of these new schools.

When the great telescope had finished the second revolution, Mr. World
was surprised to see that it commenced on the third round as the outer
end of the telescope pointed more directly toward the base of the
Observatory.

Startling scenes were now laid bare. The underground schools of this
Great University seemed to be greater than the surface operations.

Mr. World first saw the Opium Schools, built in the form of large dens.
After this came the Schools of Iniquity, operated in darkness. Here
all forms of evil are taught and made to appear justifiable under
certain conditions. Many of these underground schools could not be
clearly seen by Mr. World, but ere the telescope completed its third
revolution he saw the Schools of Suicide more distinctly than during
his visit, and got a glimpse of the limitless Law Departments
Underground, and the terrible pictures of sadness and sin as seen
beneath the Devil’s Hospital.

Mr. World raised his eyes from the telescope and looked towards the
interpreter. “What lies beyond those vast elevations?” he asked as he
pointed to a rugged mountain range farther down the Broad Highway.

“Back of those mountains lies the beautiful Wizard City, shut in from
all the world. Ask nothing more about it.”

“But may I not enter it?”

“Not unless you are fortunate enough to discover one of the paths that
lead to the Summit. From thence one can see the City.”



CHAPTER XVI.

EXPERT INVENTORS OF THE BROAD HIGHWAY.

1. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member fail to see the Ways and Means
Committee at work.

2. They are directed to the city where expert inventors are constantly
employed in devising weapons and all kinds of devices.

3. They see a few inventions which are just being perfected to
facilitate the services of the churches along the King’s Highway.


After Mr. World’s remarkable experiences on the Observatory, he gladly
called for his friend, Miss Church-Member, who accompanied him on
another branch of the Mountain Trolley.

They alighted at a station called Progress, and proceeded on the Broad
Highway. Neither of them became wearied in listening to the experiences
of the other during their brief separation.

Ere long they came to a large hall which was used by the Ways and Means
Committee of the Broad Highway.

They obtained permission to visit the interior of the hall, hoping
thereby to see the famous committee in session. But, after being
escorted from room to room by a guide, they were informed, upon reaching
the main auditorium, that the committee was holding a secret session,
and that no visitors would be allowed to enter during that day.

“How soon will visitors be admitted?’ asked Mr. World, with a shade
of disappointment in his tone.

“Not until the matter now under consideration is settled. It may be
two hours, perhaps two days,” was the indefinite reply.

“And where can we spend the interim with most profit and interest?”
further interrogated Mr. World.

The guide, looking through a window, described a path leading to a
lofty summit. “When you reach that elevation,” explained he, “you will
see, in the busy vale beyond, the Wizard City.

“Most of the experiments performed in that wondrous vale are closed
forever from the view of mortal man; but so much of the work as you
are allowed to see will interest you for many days.”

“In my opinion such a privilege is greater than the one we are here
denied,” smilingly spoke Miss Church-Member.

“True indeed, my friend, unless the climbing of the hill should prove
to be a more arduous task than you imagine,” cautioned Mr. World.

“Each of you will be pleasantly surprised,” promptly affirmed the
guide, “for they only can climb to that summit who do so willingly,
and by them it is easily accomplished.”

“Is there no shorter way thither than by that winding path?” slowly
asked Mr. World.

“There is but one shorter route, and that is underground. No one is
permitted to go that way until he has passed the summit and has reached
the seventh degree in the secret service of our Master.”

“Ah! so there is an underground connection between this place and the
Expert Inventors?” said Miss Church-Member in a low tone, and with a
look of suspicion.

“Be not in the least alarmed. The Ways and Means Committee and the
Expert Inventors work in harmony, each supplementing the work of the
other. It is therefore essential that between them there be as close
connection as possible, not only for convenience of travel, but for
insuring secrecy.”

“Then why are the two places so far apart?” queried Miss Church-Member.

“Everything is perfectly arranged. If you could see the underground
world between the two sites you would readily observe the logical
relation of all parts. But the bell rings; I must go,” continued the
guide. “If you wish further information you may obtain it at the
office,” and with a courteous bow he withdrew.

That same day I saw the two travelers climb with ease to the summit
from whence they beheld the most curious sight that had yet met their
gaze since their fellowship had begun.

Down in the long and deep sloping vale before them, shut in from all
the world, lay a large city of fantastic structures.

The weird outlines of this marvelous city extended downward into the
darkness of the earth, while the height of its buildings varied from
the common even unto the amazing.

The form of the city, and the shape of its buildings, were the most
bizarre features of all. Only a few of the edifices bore resemblance
to any which the travelers had ever before seen.

Toward one end of the city they saw a cluster of buildings which, taken
as a whole, resembled a gigantic tree towering to a great height and
covered with strange foliage.

[Illustration: In the “Wizard City” Satan devises novelties, such as
“Angelette” for choir singing the “Service Regulator” for taking the
Holy Spirit’s place in worship, etc.]

At the other end of the city the structures were divided into more
than a hundred groups, resembling somewhat variously-shaped balloons
of monstrous size.

The sides of the city were constructed somewhat after the manner of
immense Ferris wheels, of amazing diameter. The compartments therein
actually moved up or down according to the range of vision desired by
the Inventors in their experimenting.

The central part of the city was the most notable of all. Here, with
an average diameter of ten hundred feet, rose a circular structure
tapering irregularly until it settled to a point six thousand feet in
the air. Around this, as a center, ranged terraces, hanging gardens,
aerial boulevards, and spiral electric railways.

After viewing this wonderful valley for many hours, the companions
took one of the perfected automobiles and covered the long gradual
descent to a depth of ten thousand feet perpendicular.

As they neared the base, I looked at Blackana, and asked: “How long
have those Schools of Invention been in operation?”

“Since the creation of man.”

“What is the real purpose of their existence?”

“To invent devices and weapons helpful to our cause in peace or war,
and more particularly to concoct new schemes for the use of the churches
along the King’s Highway and the Way of the World.”

“Oh! that the earth might see all this foul inwardness, and discern
aright the bland deception with which those subtle plots are executed!”

A Satanic smile covered the features of Blackana as he assured me that
the earth does know of these things, and has known of them for ages,
but is too well pleased with them to offer serious opposition.

In disgust I turned from Blackana and saw that Mr. World and Miss
Church-Member had reached the suburbs of the Wizard City where they
read this unexpected notice over a large brazen gate:

NONE ADMITTED EXCEPT THEY TO WHOM THE PORTER OPENETH.

“Ah! all our toil may be in vain,” sighed Miss Church-Member.

They stood for a brief time in a quandary, discussing how one may know
whether or not the Porter will open the gate. Finally the stalwart
Porter approached them and spoke: “With what motive and for what purpose
would ye enter?”

Mr. World, with native tact, was ready with an answer: “I am in full
sympathy with the work done in this city and have with me my friend
who is still a member of a church standing along the King’s Highway.”

The Porter advanced with graceful bearing and bowed to Miss
Church-Member. “Perchance,” said he, “you have come to receive some
new ideas for the benefit of the church?”

“You have surmised it,” she blushingly replied. “The church to which
I belong is sadly behind the age in its methods of work. I am hoping
that the inventive genius of this city can give me some features new
and attractive, that I may, in my missionary work, help to introduce
them into antiquated churches.”

“Yours is a worthy mission,” politely said the Porter, “and I herewith
hand you a card which will admit both of you into the department of
the city, number seven hundred and seventy-seven.”

Instantly the gate flew wide open, and the happy couple passed through
joyfully. They walked by the many fairy-like buildings, closing their
eyes to all the special scenes so that they might give their first
attention to the department indicated by the Porter.

With little difficulty they found the place desired, and handed the
card to a curator who conducted them to the general manager.

“I infer, by this card,” said the manager, “that you are hoping to
find some new schemes to facilitate the work and service of the church.”

“That is our aim,” answered Miss Church-Member.

“I am glad that you are so ambitious to keep apace with the times. In
this marvelous age of mechanism all things are done by devices and
machinery, and the church that would keep step with the spirit of
progress must also be run by mechanism. The services of such a
congregation should be controlled by a rigid methodical law, so that
everything will move like clock-work. The church of to-day, in its
movement towards form and ceremony, is approaching the highest laws
of universal harmony. This hopeful tendency is most helpful to the
soul of man and most pleasing to God.”

“Just my idea exactly,” chimed in Mr. World. “The churches along the
King’s Highway are stubbornly fighting these modern improvements. They
are very slow in catching up with the spirit of the age. Does that not
seem true, Miss Church-Member?”

“I must confess I see it more clearly now than ever. Nature is run by
unerring, unchangeable law; why should not all spiritual operations
come under the same principle? Formality, after all, is the highest
point to be reached.”

“Your mind easily grasps the truth, I perceive,” responded the manager.
“What can bring things into better form than to get as much machinery
as possible into church worship? In this building a thousand experts
are constantly employed in devising and perfecting mechanical
arrangements to facilitate the services of the church. Perhaps you
would be pleased to see some of the results of our work by passing
through some of the sub-departments?”

“For my part,” replied Miss Church-Member, “I am more than passingly
interested in these things, and if Mr. World does not object to
accompany us, I will be grateful to improve this opportunity to look
upon your work.”

After completing preliminary arrangements I saw the manager conduct
his two visitors on the easy running elevator to the floor which was
devoted especially to singing.

“As it is your wish,” said the manager “to see the latest, we will not
tarry at these lesser rooms, but proceed immediately to the corner of
the chief experts where I will be pleased to show to you the best
novelty on the floor.” They walked down the long room, passing on each
side of the aisle one set of busy workers after another. They stopped
at one of the far corners and beheld, in advance, the latest novelty
to be used for singing in church service.

It was an artificial woman, neatly attired and filled with a complicated
mechanism so constructed that when certain electric keys were touched
by the unseen operator, articulate sounds like unto a human voice
issued forth, while the expression of the whole face, and the
natural-like heaving of the breast, all moved in harmony with the
artificial sounds. The invention so much resembled a living creature
of beauty that Miss Church-Member at first thought it was really human.

Mr. World was so well pleased with the novelty that he unconsciously
seated himself upon a couch and looked on in amazement. The beauty of
the female form attracted his attention as much as the voice that
pealed forth bewitchingly from the lips.

“The greatest thing in the world!” he said after a period of ecstatic
silence. “The church that gets such a singer into its choir will have
a packed house at every service.”

“I never so much as dreamed of such a thing before. Have any of the
churches yet tried the experiment?” wonderingly asked Miss
Church-Member.

“The time has not yet come,” replied the manager. “Our experts have
been perfecting this fine piece of mechanism for many years, but it
is not yet quite satisfactory. We shall continue until it is well-nigh
perfect. In the meantime we are trying to prepare the way so that the
people will gladly receive such an addition to their church machinery.
It is our intention to be able to supply _angelettes_, (for that is
the name by which this invention will be known) of any size, and with
apparel suitable for any special or ordinary occasion of church worship.
The angelette is to be so perfected that it will render vocal music
without a break. That will be a happy day when people can worship God
without aging themselves hoarse or without being annoyed by the discords
so prevalent in congregational and choir singing and, moreover, have
none of the evil effects that come from choir quarrels.”

“I can plainly see,” commented Miss Church-Member as they moved toward
another floor, “that the church is only in the morning twilight of its
progress. The wonders of today will pale into insignificance at the
coming of the greater things.” They dropped to a lower floor and stepped
from the elevator.

“This floor is devoted to the ‘_Order of Church Service_’” explained
the manager. “It is indeed surprising to see what a variety of devices
are here suggested to get the churches to pin themselves down to a
fixed law of service in such a way that all else must bend to it or
appear ridiculous. Some churches, claiming to be led by the Spirit,
are constantly out of order. One cannot even imagine what is coming
next. That is a foolish, haphazard way of conducting a religious
service. We are doing all we can to correct these errors. I will take
you at once to the expert’s room and let you see the latest piece of
mechanism which we hope very soon to offer for public use.”

Far out in one end of the building I saw the three enter a room where
men were busily engaged at work.

“Will you kindly show these two visitors the workings of your new
invention called the ‘Service Regulator,’” requested the manager as
he looked at the chief inventor.

A large curtain was raised and there it hung. No larger than a family
clock. The inventor opened a door of the Regulator, and carefully
explained its works. He called their attention especially to a roll
of blackboard canvas that passed from an upper to a lower cylinder
when the Regulator was running.

I heard the inventor, in explaining, use these words: “The minister
arranges the program in advance and then marks the whole order of
service on the canvas roll, allowing as much time for each part of the
service as he thinks proper. The canvas is then replaced and the
Regulator hung on the wall. When the minute comes to commence services,
the Regulator is wound with a key and it starts to run. The canvas,
in passing down at a fixed rate, informs the congregation of every
change in the service, just as it had been previously planned.”

“What think you of it?” asked the manager, after the partial
explanation.

“I do not believe that the church of the King’s Highway to which I
belong could use it. It would tend only to confusion,” said Miss
Church-Member.

“Only till they become accustomed to it,” explained the inventor.
“After a few weeks of use its value would be demonstrated. Then the
congregation would not part with it under any consideration. You see,
Miss Church-Member,” he continued as he offered them easy chairs,
“there would be a definite time to close the service. The Regulator
would move with the precision of a clock, and nobody would complain
about the preacher speaking too long, for he would stop at a fixed
time. It is so arranged that a little bell rings five minutes in advance
of the time to stop preaching. It is sometimes a great satisfaction
for the hearer to know when the sermon is nearly ended, and the
Regulator would be a blessed boon to some preachers who find it
difficult to stop talking after they get ‘warmed up,’ as they call it.”

“How beautiful the thought that the bells of the Regulator would call
the congregation to prayer, and a bell bid the time to change the
devotion from prayer to song. You must not forget that this device is
intended to educate the minister, choir, and congregation to a fine
degree of accuracy in all their public devotions. See what opportunity
this device offers for the display of ingenuity and tact on the part
of a minister! He can, on the blank spaces, have a few pictures drawn.
These will be interesting to children who cannot comprehend his sermon,
or to an adult who loses the thread of the discourse. Does it not seem
like a good thing for the church?” he asked, as he turned his gaze
upon Miss Church-Member.

“It seems more and more that way, and no doubt it will prove helpful
if it gets a fair trial. How does it suit _your_ fancy?” she inquired
of Mr. World.

“It seems to me that all churches who know a good thing when they see
it will get it at any cost. It just meets my idea exactly. I like to
see things done decently and in order in the church. It always makes
me nervous to get into a church where enthusiasm runs away with the
meeting. It makes me feel somewhat as if I were in a trolley car that
is running down grade while the motor-man has lost control of the
brakes. It makes it uncomfortable to stay or to run.”

“Have any of the churches introduced this novelty yet?” inquired Miss
Church-Member.

“None as yet. We are waiting for certain developments before placing
this device on the market. The agents of our Secret Service will inform
us when the time is ripe.”

The manager then offered to conduct them to another floor which was
devoted to the interests of the Prayer Meeting, but Miss Church-Member,
having lost her interest in such kind of services, expressed a desire
to visit some other part of the city.



CHAPTER XVII.

THE WIZARD CITY.

1. The weird city of inventors described.

2. Its ultimate overthrow predicted in a realistic climax.


I saw that Miss Church-Member was anxious to visit the vast tower in
the central part of the city. So Mr. World, in deference to her wishes,
and agreeably to his own desires, escorted her in that direction.

Standing away at some distance, they were soon gazing upward at the
awe-inspiring spectacle. Its grandeur and proportions now appeared to
be greatly increased.

They could see, with more distinctness, circling around the massive
wizard cone, the aerial boulevards, ever alive with private conveyances,
and the trolley cars each carrying a variety of passengers.

“Will you accompany me on the trolley to the first series of hangings
gardens?” cheerily invited Mr. World.

“If we are permitted, and you think it safe to ascend,” she answered
in a tremulous voice. He calmed her fears and led her to the central
passenger room at the base of the tower. Here they saw a system of
interior elevators carrying throngs of people to the numerous stations
between the base and the highest dizzy view-point.

Leading off to the right ran the double trolley system, and to the
left the equally wide boulevard, each on the exterior of the massive
tower.

I saw the obliging Mr. World, with more than usual courtesy, conduct
his friend to a seat on a trolley car bound for the aerial gardens.

The ascent was smooth and afforded delightful opportunities to view,
at every desirable angle, the surrounding city and its suburbs.

“This is the most exhilarating ride of my life!” triumphantly cried
Miss Church-Member as they circled higher and higher so gradually that
more than ten miles were traveled ere the objective point was reached
one thousand feet from the base.

Here lay the variety gardens, suspended from the rigid side of the
tower by a feat of architectural engineering surpassing anything in
the natural world.

Around the gardens the boulevards and the trolley lines circled
horizontally, and also passed through some of the huge corridors which,
on this level, diverge from the interior elevators toward the exterior
gardens.

When the trolley car reached this height Miss Church-Member at once
fixed her eyes on the ponderous pillars on each side of the converging
corridors, for she knew that more than four thousand feet of the tower’s
amazing weight rested on these defiant granites.

Mr. World and his pleasing friend meandered amongst the multitude from
one to another of the hanging gardens, drinking in all the vain glories
that this aerial world afforded. At last, wearied by the endless
succession of extraordinary sights, they stole away to a quiet retreat
on the outer edge of a garden farthest from the tower’s center.
Reclining in hammocks, they conversed of all the greatness of the
world.

Looking upward they saw, fifteen hundred feet above them, the next
series of hanging gardens; and during the lull in the music near by,
they caught the strains falling from the upper orchestras like music
from Heaven.

“Will you go with me still higher to taste the sweetness of a more
ethereal level?”

Intoxicated with the charms already felt, Miss Church-Member was ready
for any height. Upward they went on the venturesome trolley, admiring
the phenomenal ride and the scenery it opened to their view in panoramic
splendor. Their course wound round and round until they came to the
horizontal circle twenty-five hundred feet above the base.

This was a place of more refinement and beauty. The touch of the finer
artists was seen in all the arrangement and style of the terraces and
hanging gardens, but especially in the rich variety of flowers and
plants that added their wealth to the novel combinations.

Mr. World carefully guarded his much esteemed friend during their
sight-seeing from garden to garden, for at times they encountered
throngs of people.

I saw them eventually seek rest on rustic chairs where their
conversation deepened into the relations they sustained one to the
other, succeeded at last by a tender, thoughtful silence.

In the midst of their reveries they noticed a little spider, swinging
on its silken thread, floating in the air between them.

“You rude little creature! Why do you come, at such a time, between
my friend and me?” said Miss Church-Member in a half humorous mood.

“It may be for a purpose, dear. Perhaps the little insect poses here
to remind us that we can never escape the foe that seeks to separate
us.”

“Quite an ingenious explanation,” she said with deepening seriousness.
“But who is that lurking foe who seeks our separation?”

“’Tis better to learn to know your enemies than to be told of them.
Hence look through your eyes askance.”

Just at this instant Miss Church-Member raised her hand and caught the
little intruder, placing it alive into a locket which she had secretly
carried ever since she had visited the Pawn Shop.

“What can be the meaning of that?” queried Mr. World as he saw, through
the glass of the little lid, the struggling insect.

“So may it be to any foe that seeks to separate us,” she explained.

“Then let me carry the locket,” he suggested. “You have captured the
foe; allow me to keep him imprisoned.”

There was a happy exchange of glances as she pressed the little prison
into his hand. “It is yours forever,” she pledged under the sway of
her rising emotions.

And he, accepting it with a warm heart, spoke thus in glowing words:
“I accept the endless task and also pledge to the utmost of my power
to keep any foe imprisoned that seeks to rob your life of any passing
happiness.”

“Shall we go still higher?” he soon asked as he fixed his eyes on the
dizzy terraces two thousand feet above them.

“In your presence I fear no height,” was her confiding response.

The trolley cars ascended no higher, so they proceeded to the interior
elevators. But they were told that no visitors were allowed above that
point that privilege being reserved alone for the inventors.

“Are we permitted to visit the interior apartments of this tower, even
below us?” asked Mr. World wistfully.

“They are all doubly sealed. No one but an expert inventor, true and
tried in our master’s service, ever passes through these secret
chambers.”

“May we know what particular branch of work is done in this tower?”

“It is devoted alone to the invention and testing of weapons of warfare
for the armies of our master, especially for the sharp-shooters
stationed along the so-called King’s Highway.”

Miss Church-Member trembled at this announcement and urged Mr. World
to conduct her to the base of the tower that they might visit other
parts of the city.

As I was looking at all these things, a flash of light, coming from
one side, blinded my vision, and as I turned I saw a heavenly messenger
in a blaze of glory.

“Hither, hither!” beckoned the sweet-faced angel.

I was instantly at his side without effort, except an act of volition.
He transported me almost instantaneously to the apex of the great tower
in the Wizard City.

There I stood without fear under the sweet charms of my angel guide
who floated gently about me in the air.

“O mortal man,” calmly spoke the angel, “thou shalt now be privileged,
for a brief space of time, to gaze upon this Wizard City as angels do.
Thy memory shall be strengthened so that thou shalt not forget the
vision of these carnal things.”

Then, in a manner surpassing all things human, scales fell from my
eyes, and I was struck with horror at the awful sight that lay before
me.

“Look thou first into the interior of this tower,” bade the angel, as
he pointed downward. All things were open to my view, and I saw many
of the bright geniuses of the world in league with the imps of darkness,
all busily engaged in the secret service of Satan.

I saw how Satan used the ingenuity of man to carry forward his infamous
schemes. Instead of the old rifles used in the earlier days of
Christianity I saw in this tower almost numberless kinds of fatal
weapons which send forth their poisonous and deadly discharges without
smoke or sound, so that the wounded, not knowing whence the missiles
come, might imagine that they were smitten of God.

The angel informed me that every year this fiendish tower puts out
into the hands of its agents many new devices, either for poisoning
or wounding the disciples who travel on the King’s Highway, and who
by any kind of negligence come within reach of Satan’s forces.

“Seest thou,” continued my guide, “with what cunning Satan hath builded
this tower? By its exterior beauty he gaineth the confidence of the
unwary, and thus winneth countless thousands to his cause. And seest
thou the depth to which it reaches, not six thousand feet below us, but
ten times six thousand feet, into the bowels of the earth?”

Then could I see, at a glance, the whole under-ground dominions
stretching their borders far, wide, and deep. There was a small empire
of groveling imps, each bent on the work of his particular branch.

“Look thou now into the apartments of those ponderous wheels,” directed
my glorious guide.

Neither metal nor granite obstructed my vision. I saw delicate and
complex machinery, and half-human creatures in league with mortal man,
all bending to their tasks.

“They all work in league with the Devil’s Optical College. The inventive
genius of Hell hath contrived, in these graded departments, all the
modern lenses that are so terribly warping the vision of an alarming
number in the church and the world.

“And seest thou,” continued the angel, as he pointed to a far section
of the city, “those inventors plying their ingenuity in behalf of
Satan’s Medical Colleges and Hospitals?

“And also witness, in that nearer section, the viler groups at work
inventing snares and traps for Satan’s allies to use in catching
Heaven-bound pilgrims.

“Also behold,” he continued, turning to another part of the city, “that
special class of geniuses who work for Satan’s general emissaries as
they journey far and wide to do exploits. How terribly they influence
the weaker servants of our King!”

Then I stood gazing, as the angel continued his interpreting, until
I had seen the foul workings of this whole city.

I was so filled with a mixture of grief and indignation that I cried
out in painful anguish: “Why does not God send thunderbolts from his
eternal throne, and smite this city to fragments?”

Then the sweet angel calmly answered: “Not until the worm ceaseth to
crawl, and thistles no more infest the ground. Till then the patience
of God endureth and his sunshine falleth on the temples of Virtue and
of Vice.”

“And what comes at the end of patience?”

“Then shall the taint of sin be purged from the earth, for every temple
and pest-hole of Satan, including this whole Wizard City, will be
consumed by an awful fire whose lurid light will glimmer long after
the metals and granites of this great Tower shall have been reduced
to ashes amidst the general ruin.”



CHAPTER XVIII.

THE FESTIVAL.

1. The whole scheme of merchandising in the church is laid bare as
Satan explains the origin of the word “Festival.”


Looking once again through the open door, I saw that Mr. World and
Miss Church-Member, after leaving the Wizard City, had gained admission
to the auditorium where the Ways and Means Committee was in session.

Miss Church-Member at once retired to the waiting-room in the rear,
and sat quietly perusing a book while her companion remained in the
large hall and listened to the proceedings.

An agent of Satan occupied the chair. He was dressed in pleasing
costume, and controlled the assemblage with parliamentary dignity.

When Mr. World took a seat the large committee was engaged in a warm
debate over a certain piece of ground occupying a space midway between
the King’s Highway and the Broad Highway. This eligible site had been
used for holding church-festivals to raise funds for the maintenance
of gospel work. A few wealthy friends of Satan wanted this location
to erect on it a club-house wherein they might revel and carouse as
they wished.

The question arose among the members of the committee as to which of
the two uses would best subserve the purpose of their master who held
a claim on the land.

The chairman arose, after listening to the arguments at length, and
addressed the audience with great coolness and deliberation: “Most
worthy members of this committee,” commenced he, “you have spoken many
words of truth this day. Your interest in this matter only shows your
loyalty to our cause. ‘Club-House or Festival?’ that is the question.
Surely we cannot dispense with either, but rather must we maintain
both at any cost. As for this place in question, I am decidedly in
favor of holding it for the use of the church. The Club-House will
find a location elsewhere, but this ground is so favorably situated
for church-merchandising that I urge you to hold it for such purposes.
Have we not seen how eagerly the two classes mingle here? This place,
being so accessible to all parties, makes it possible for the church
to gather larger numbers and thereby reap greater financial results--
which is the principal object of the church in holding these delightful
affairs. Since the church is well supplied with everything it needs
except money, let us do it a favor by rendering some assistance in
that direction. Then we may reasonably expect that the church will,
in return, do us a favor by being less hostile to our methods of
operation, which, as you will admit, are highly honorable.”

This speech had the desired effect. A resolution was quickly passed
in harmony with the opinion of the chairman.

The curiosity of Mr. World was now satisfied, for he had seen this
famous committee in session. Therefore he repaired to the waiting-
room, and while conducting Miss Church-Member from the building their
attention was arrested by this announcement written in bold letters
near the exit:

ANY ONE WISHING REFRESHMENTS CAN FIND THEM AT THE FESTIVAL ON THE
CHURCH GROUNDS.

“How does that announcement suit you?” interrogated Mr. World.

“It comes at an opportune time,” she answered, her face brightening,
“I had been hoping that we might soon have lunch.”

They had gone but a few steps from the door when they heard cheery
voices and strains.

Here the Church receives money for souls from the Devil, while the
Devil gets souls for money from the Church of music lending attractive
life to the festival. Urged on by the thought of a pleasant hour, they
quickened their pace unconsciously and were soon within sight of the
grounds.

I saw the multitude gathering in the grove. The mingling of the church
and the world was so complete that one could scarcely tell from which
path many had come.

[Illustration: The Festival.  Here the Church receives money for souls
from the Devil, while the Devil gets souls for money from the Church.]

On this intervening ground everything appealed to the appetite, and
the patrons knew that the more they ate or purchased the greater would
be the success of the festival. Therefore some ate even unto gluttony
for the benefit of the church, while the agents of Satan with skillful
aim were sending poisoned arrows into the heart of true benevolence,
and also endeavoring to arrest the minds of Christians so that they
might pursue the Broader Path after their routine at the festival was
ended.

Thus I saw, falling into the coffers of the church, filthy lucre not
sanctified by prayer or sacrifice, and from this seed the church hoped
to reap a holy harvest.

Mr. World and his companion spent a delightful season with the company
and, thanks to Mr. World’s plethoric purse, proved themselves pleasingly
generous in their patronage. Finally Miss Church-Member excused herself
from Mr. World and joined a company of young ladies who were engaged
in joyous pleasures.

Mr. World, now alone, was walking leisurely about the grounds when
Satan appeared and sauntered at his side “Are you not fearful,” asked
Mr. World in the midst of a conversation, “that many of your subjects
will be led into the Narrow Path by tarrying at this place and
associating with so many Christians?”

“Not in the least,” he replied, “for at such places as this I gain
more subjects than I lose. So I expect to encourage forever
sacred-merchandising all along my route. The churches are glad to use
this ground even though it belongs to me, for I concede to them all
the money. Naturally I prefer souls to money.”

“How did this word ‘festival’ originate?” queried Mr. World after a
brief pause in the conversation.

“With pleasure I will explain. Once upon a time I called together my
generals to determine upon new methods of winning converts to our
cause, and promised to confer upon the one who should suggest the best
plan, the honorable title ‘Fast Devil.’

“A long intermission was granted to give my aids time to use their
ingenuity in planning. All Hell was filled with students, each one
striving to win the title.

“At a given signal my cohorts re-assembled. Thus before me lay a vast
army of anxious faces. I gave each one, who desired, an opportunity
to speak. The sun revolved on his axis seven times ere the argument
was finished. During this debate there was comparative peace on earth.”

“Pray tell me,” further asked Mr. World, “What was the trend of their
suggestions?”

“I could relate it all, for I have every word recorded, but I shall
not weary you.”

“But at least give me a general idea.”

“Willingly. One of my generals arose and said: ‘We can change some of
our tactics without loss to our cause. The sword and torture only
strengthen our enemies. We should resort more to the ‘wolf-
in-sheep’s-clothing method.’

“He could speak no more. A thundering sound of voices drowned his
utterances. Thousands of my loyal leaders seconded his plans.

“At last one of the speakers, who indeed won the prize, earnestly
proposed a grand scheme, and the vast multitudes listened with rapt
attention. His speech was short but fiery, and, rising to the occasion,
he demanded that all his comrades should unite to destroy the simple
voluntary spirit of Christian benevolence so that the church might go
begging before the world and even resort to all manner of mercantile
business for its support. The speaker declared that if the church could
be induced to adopt such measures it would tend to divert her mind
from interfering with the work to which he and his auditors were all
loyally pledged.

“This speech had a marvelous effect, and there was a deafening roar
of voices in the applause which continued for a long space of time.

“Then followed an animated discussion in which a host of trusted leaders
engaged. Each one commented on the winning speech and offered
suggestions how to awaken a trading interest in the church. It was
conceded that first of all the church must feel the necessity of
resorting to business. Accordingly a large committee was appointed to
work systematically amongst the churches on earth, inducing their
members to depart from the customs of the early church.

“This committee did yeoman service and shrewdly prepared the way for
the more complete work in harmony with the views of Fast Devil. Through
the ages it succeeded in gradually influencing the church to engage
in all manner of performances and trading schemes to gain support. The
work of this committee is not yet at an end, for nearly every week we
hear of some innovation which has crept into the church, or some new
form of merchandising into which it has fortunately entered.

“It is indeed gratifying that the church is casting off her unsightly
spiritual robe and putting on the costume of merriment and trade. I
hope the day will soon come when the church will have still less of
the spiritual nonsense and more of these up-to-date methods to secure
funds for its support.”

As Satan spoke his last words he bid a brief adieu to Mr. World and
hastened away to the side of a young man who was almost persuaded to
yield to some elevating influence. I suddenly looked at Blackana whose
presence I had well-nigh forgotten.

“Have you been taking your ease in sleep?” I asked as an involuntary
shudder shook my frame.

“I never sleep. Suns may wax and wane, nations rise and fall, peoples
live and die, but I am awake forever.”

“Did you hear the conversation between Satan and Mr. World?”

“Every word of it.”

“Were you present when Satan held that great convocation to devise
plans for more efficient work against the church of Jesus Christ on
earth?”

“I attended every session.”

“And did you hear the speech of Fast Devil?”

“I heard every word.”

“And did Satan give to Mr. World a true account of the address?”

“He gave only a condensed and garbled rendering of it.”

“Then I command you, O Blackana, to give me a full reproduction of
Fast Devil’s speech as far as you are able to translate the language
of Hell into words that are intelligible to me. Can you remember each
thought?”

“I must remember, for I have not the power to forget,” and Blackana
groaned aloud. “Oh, that I could bury in oblivion the myriad thoughts
that sting me with remorse!” He paused a moment. “Am I to give you the
whole--speech as Fast Devil delivered it originally?”

“Thought for thought, and gesture for gesture,” I answered with
authority.

Ere the last syllable fell from my lips Blackana was suddenly
transformed into a more terrifying creature than he was himself. I was
paralyzed at the sight of the weird monster which I learned was the
image of Fast Devil.

There he stood, tall and erect, seven times the height of man, with
sinews like iron-rope and with a face defying human description. His
eyes were fiery with life, and determination marked every movement as
he stepped forward to speak.

Notwithstanding my consciousness of being sustained by supernatural
power, I trembled as Blackana reproduced this noted speech of Fast
Devil:

“Most honored chief and glorious master,” he commenced, “be thou
indulgent as I speak to thee and unto these my comrades who lie in
anxious posture over this vast expanse of Hell. I am here to state an
issue of which we have heard murmurings for many an age. To prepare
for this hour I have taxed my ingenuity to its utmost.”

Then with striking gestures of his awful arms he passionately continued:
“Hope is no more crushed within me as I view the wide and measureless
field of our possibilities, for I see empires within our reach if we
but cease brooding over our dismal past and let this bright prospect
kindle its flames within us. What spur need we to move us on but to
look up and see the resplendent regions whence we fell, till hatred
starts afresh within our beings and our every passion moves to its
control.”

With an outward swing of his great right arm he asked in strong
appealing tones: “How can we best succeed against the church in which
our enemy glories so unceasingly? What inroads can we make? In what
manner shall we advance?”

He vigorously seized a book. “Here is a Bible, borrowed from a saint.
I turned its pages over and over that I might learn what pained the
heart of Christ most grievously, vexing his inmost soul with
indignation. What was it?” vociferously interrogated Fast Devil as he
flung the book to the scorching winds of Hell. “’Twas that which
hindered the cause of Christ most efficiently--_prostituting the house
of God to worldly purposes_. Have we forgotten the vehemence with which
this arch-enemy drove the money kings from His sacred abode, saying
unto them: ‘My house is a house of prayer, but ye have made it a den
of thieves,’ and how we like sneaking cowards crawled away, and thus
our glorious scheme went by default?”

Then Blackana uttered his final appeal with all the swing of his mighty
body and the low vibrant thunder of his voice. “Back to your forts!
Oh, back! ye dormant hosts around me! Not in the strength of arms, but
with the subtlest webs that Hell can weave, and with the snares of
silent treachery. We need no stronger weapons, and for our dress we
will don sheep’s clothing of the finest wool. Thus who amongst the
church can tell that we are not seeking her highest good? _Then as we
strike at the heart of voluntary offering in the church, so shall we
kill the spirit that gives it birth. The carcass of this dead spirit
unburied we shall drag through the church for ages, and the germs of
disease arising therefrom will bring more death into the ranks of our
foes than all our weapons of warfare ever did.”_

Blackana instantly resumed his former shape, and “while I was musing
the fire burned.” I then looked out toward the festival ground and saw
that Satan had returned to Mr. World and was explaining to him how
helpful these festivals were to Christians.

“Aside from the moral and religious influence,” he remarked, “how could
the church defray her expenses if she did not engage in some innocent
forms of merchandising, or use some novel scheme to decoy money from
her admirers. Surely there can be no better way,” continued the Devil
with an unholy grin. “If the church would maintain her honor before
the world, she must not do differently. I _am satisfied if wily thee
old way of voluntary giving is more and more discarded by the church.”_

“But you began your former recital,” reminded Mr. World, “to inform
me how the word ‘Festival’ originated. You have not yet succeeded in
making it clear to me.”

“It originated from the phrase of honor which was given the prize-
winner, Fast Devil, but we changed the wording somewhat so that it
might not seem obnoxious to the church.”

Then, by a peculiar method of concrete marking, Satan continued: “The
following is the process of development from the phrase to the word:
‘Fast Devil;’ ‘_Fest Evil_;’ ‘FESTIVAL.’”



CHAPTER XIX.

THE MISSIONARY COLLEGE.

1. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member visit the great college and are
strongly influenced in favor of Satan’s teachings concerning missionary
work.


The fellowship of Mr. World and Miss Church-Member grew increasingly
delightful as they journeyed forth from the Festival. In their company
were a few church-members who had also enjoyed the physical pleasures
of the Festival and who preferred to reach Heaven by the most convenient
path.

The merry band of companions soon reached a certain Missionary Station
which was controlled by pilgrims from the King’s Highway. The travelers
were all very much amused at seeing tracts and other pieces of
literature scattered over the Highway in front of the station.

“How much one can get for nothing!” sneeringly remarked Mr. Bigot, as
he pointed to the literature strewn across the way.

“Surely there can be no harm in looking at such pieces of paper,” said
Mrs. Lucre-Love as she lifted a booklet from the path and commenced
a quiet perusal of it. “And what is it all about?” queried another who
saw the eyes of Mrs. Lucre-Love fixed intently on the pamphlet.

“Oh, it is nothing new! Only the old monotonous story of the heathen,
followed by the usual appeal for funds. Evidently it is some sharper’s
scheme to rob the people of their money.”

Mr. World was near enough to hear her answer and with evident disgust
he asked: “Where can one get reliable information on this subject,
anyhow?”

“At one of the Missionary Colleges, of course,” answered two or three
in unison. “Yes, and I know from past experience that you will soon
be at one. This station and this literature is all the evidence we
need,” added Mrs. Lucre-Love.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member thence walked alone and soon beheld
the great Missionary College whose higher domes kissed the lower clouds
of heaven.

“Surely some great missionary enthusiast must have erected these
edifices,” said Miss Church-Member as they were turning to enter the
section devoted to Home Missionary Work.

The entrance ways were so crowded with students and visitors that Mr.
World escorted his companion with difficulty to the plaza toward which
the twenty-one halls of this section converged.

The view of this part of the College from the plaza was at once
beautiful and inspiring.

Hall No. 4 was the first place they decided to enter. Over the door
these words were hung:

HOME MISSION WORK FINANCIALLY CONSIDERED.

Having reached the interior, Miss Church-Member, in particular, was
surprised to see the many busy thousands in the large rooms of the
hall, and to note with what carefulness every item of expense was kept
of all the Home Mission Work of the world.

Then they sought the main lecture-room whose large seating capacity
was already well taken with a motley crowd of students and visitors.

The lecturer was a woman of shrewd appearance. Her face was void of
sympathy and her voice somewhat masculine. Her address was over one-half
finished when the two companions entered, They listened carefully to
her words which were in part as follows:

“We are not to worship money, yet we are to guard against squandering
it. The person who wastes one dollar sets a bad example to others and
brings injury to himself. Woman is criticized for wastefulness in
dress. I stand here to defend her, not because she is altogether
innocent, but because her accusers are equally guilty in the same and
in other directions. The money wasted in Home Missionary Work would
feed the starving of all the world. Where does this money come from?
The greater part of it comes from the purses of those who are burdened
with all manner of financial obligations. What right have such people
to rob others of their dues in order to support Home Mission Work? O,
that the time may soon come when consistency will be manifested, and
so much money no longer wasted in this sentimental manner!”

The speaker proceeded, but the interest of the two listeners was
flagging; so they quietly left the room.

They next entered Hall No. 17, devoted to “_The Results of Home
Missionary Work_.” But after remaining a very short time Miss
Church-Member declared that she was interested more directly in
Foreign Missionary Work.

In deference to her wishes he at once accompanied her to the second
section of the Missionary College, which was much larger than the
first. Miss Church-Member led the way into one of the large halls where
Satan, through his agents, gave special instruction concerning “_The
Condition of the Heathen._” They listened to four speakers from whose
brief addresses they received food for thought.

The first speaker expounded the theory that “_Ignorance is Bliss_,”
and declared that the heathen were happy and comfortable in their
present condition.

The second lecturer argued, at greater length, that the heathen were
free from all responsibility as long as they were left alone, and that
if God held them accountable, then their vague worship answered for
a good conscience, and therefore they would reach Heaven by a simpler
path.

The third speaker declared that the heathen were now as God had made
them, and therefore just as they should be. To establish this theory
he used garbled arguments of predestination.

The fourth assured the audience that the heathen, in due order, would
rise to loftier conceptions by the same natural processes as the
civilized peoples of to-day have risen from their rude primitive
conditions.

After examining some heathen relics the two companions spent some time
near-by in a hall of the same section devoted to “_The Effects of the
Gospel on the Heathen._”

Its teachers were very emphatic in their utterances. They affirmed
that the Gospel did not benefit the heathen, except that it brought
to them civilization with all its attendant responsibilities and vices.

One lecturer to whom they listened was very fiery. In a scathing manner
the speaker pronounced censure on the Christian church for her
ill-advised policy in Foreign Missionary Work.

Mr. World and his close friend left the second section of the College
without pausing to visit the recitation rooms where Satan’s Missionary
Experts were constantly teaching graded classes. In a few moments they
entered the largest edifice of the Missionary College which was erected
for the special purpose of teaching “_The Comparative Need of Home and
Foreign Missionary Work._”

Upon entering, Miss Church-Member was surprised at the interior
arrangements of the rooms and the exceptional beauty of their finish.

After a much needed rest in one of the sub-departments, they went to
one of the higher floors, hoping to hear another lecture on some
missionary theme.

Mr. World smiled as they entered the room and saw that a woman occupied
the platform. In a jovial manner he remarked that “women must be the
best missionary orators.”

The speaker was keen-eyed and shrewd, and well knew how to use sophistry
in pathos and wit. She expounded to the audience the doctrine of Satan
under whose service she was pledged to loyalty.

“We are all missionaries,” she commenced, “and cannot escape the
responsibility which is imposed upon us. Our duty is imperative. We
stand at the open door of opportunity and enter so slowly into the
fields of work all around us. When one sees rank bigotry and
narrow-mindedness on every hand, he feels like blushing that he ever
sent money to convert the heathen in far-away lands. The heathen at
our own doors are more blood-thirsty than the cannibals of distant
climes. I appeal to you all, noble women especially, to rid your minds
of the fallacy of foreign work and do the foreign work at home, even
inside your own doors. (Applause, principally among the men, in which
Mr. World heartily joined.) I must confess that, at one time, I was
almost overcome by this craze of evangelizing the world. My delusion
went so far that I could see visions of China, Africa, or the remote
islands of the sea, and even imagine that I heard voices calling me
thither. One night I dreamed a dream, the kindest of them all. I saw
a woman standing on the shore of a river, her children drowning at her
side. But she, unmindful of her own blood, was hastening to launch a
boat into the stream that she might rescue a sinking dog on the farther
shore. “Ungrateful wretch,” I cried aloud on my bed so that I was
awakened by my own voice. I was so moved by the dream that I could
sleep no more that night, but sought for some one to make known unto
me the interpretation thereof. I soon learned, to my personal shame,
that I was that woman. I then and there vowed that I would no more be
guilty of so great a crime. (Great applause, with cries of “noble
decision!” “common sense!”) From that hour I assure you that I have
been trying to evangelize the world--not the one across the river,
(applause) but the one on this side. (Applause.)

“I have been working at my own home and find a task almost too great
for me to do. If I should ever see the day when I get through with my
own family, including my husband, (great applause among the women) I
can then commence busying myself with my neighbors’ affairs and tell
them also how to become perfect. (Laughter and applause.)

“God never made a greater world than when he instituted the home. The
woman who becomes inspired with international evangelization would do
well if she would learn how to season victuals and cook them aright
(shouting and applause among the men) and to give proper care to her
home and her children. This is home missionary work.” (Continued
applause.) The speaker was about to be seated, but the applause was
rising, so she stepped forward again. “If this kind of missionary work
be adopted, then the church will no longer be drained by repeated
collections for missionary work, and that money will flow into better
channels and prove an impetus to trade.” She stepped quickly from the
stage while the final burst of applause rang loud and prolonged.

“That was the greatest and most sensible missionary speech to which
I have ever listened in my life,” chuckled Mr. World as he was moving
toward the door with his companion.

I learned from Blackana that this Missionary College of the Devil has
wrought great mischief in the missionary operations of the church, ad
that Satan glories in the fact that he has succeeded in sending these
nefarious doctrines to the hearts of so many church-members and thereby
kept a large part of the world in spiritual darkness.

Then I took a passing glance at the King’s Highway and saw a shining
pilgrim communing with God and casting his eyes over the hills of Time,
looking for the coming of his Redeemer. From his lips this prayer
arose, like sweet incense to Heaven: “O God, hasten the day when thy
church will unite and go forth into all the world to preach the Gospel,
instead of so large a part of it giving ear to the teaching of Satan’s
missionary schools, thereby delaying the coming of thy dear Son!”



CHAPTER XX.

THE RIVAL CHURCHES.

1. The two companions visit a church on the By-Path and are disgusted.

2. Then they are delighted with the services of the Church of the World
whose minister they visit.


I saw the two happy companions leaving the Missionary College and
proceeding on the Broad Highway. They were engaged in censuring the
church for what they conceived to be its waste of time, talent, and
mean in trying to convert the heathen.

This harmony of opinions was most pleasing to Mr. World. It was in
sweet contrast to what he had previously experienced in his earlier
acquaintance with Miss Church-Member. Her likeness to him and her love
for him were becoming more noticeable as their fellowship continued,
for she observed _through her faithful lenses_ that his moral purity
and refinement were above par.

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. World and his
friend. The preacher began his sermon. As he proceeded his countenance
became more radiant. His clear eyes sparkled aright, and as he preached
Christ and Him crucified even his raiment seemed bright and shining.

It proved to be a memorable meeting. A few who evidently intended to
ridicule were pricked in their hearts and, much to the disgust of some,
cried out: “What must I do to be saved?”

“Fools who came to scoff remained to pray.”

“This is affectation in the extreme,” whispered Mr. World scornfully.

“Quite enough of it, indeed,” she returned.

The whole affair seemed to her so unreal that her mind could scarcely
believe that she was ever connected seriously with such a method of
worship.

Still worse than all, through her warped vision and the aid of her
eye-glasses well adjusted, she was led to discern a wicked motive in
the mind of the minister. His utterances also appeared miserably narrow.

At the request of Miss Church-Member they left the room, congratulating
themselves that they were not compelled to remain longer.

“All this reminds me of how simple and foolish I once was,” she said
plaintively as they descended the front steps. “Is it possible that
I was ever seriously connected with such a kind of worship? Yet
ignorance is the mother of endless follies. Can we find no better place
of worship than this?”

“Better by far! I can easily lead you to a church where great varieties
of truthful and yet comfortable doctrines are preached, pleasing to
the ear, and fascinating to the senses. No blunt fellow stands in its
pulpit, but rather a cultured and highly refined gentleman of modern
type who delights to keep apace with the customs of the age. If you
desire, I will gladly accompany you thither. It would be sad indeed
were you to be turned away from religion altogether just because your
own church is so unsuited to your advanced ideas.”

The face of Miss Church-Member brightened, and she quickly expressed
her desire to accompany him to such a church. Therefore Mr. World
improved the first opportunity and conducted her to a large and
beautiful edifice.

“Here,” he said, “is the kind of church to which I am inclined. I give
very liberally to the support of the Gospel as here preached. I like
the broad-mindedness and liberal spirit which is manifested within the
domain of this denomination.”

“In what else does this church differ from the one to which I belong?”
she asked. “In this denomination your conscience is not always pricked
and you can do many innocent things without being called a sinner. You
may also consult your personal feelings relative to church duties. One
is not bound down by a galling yoke of ecclesiastical tyranny. Best
of all, this is an up-to-date church. You can learn something about
science, philosophy, and civil government. In your church one must
listen to the thread-bare doctrines of the Bible, much to his personal
discomfort. Your minister exercises a censorship over the consciences
of his members from which I prefer to be excused. In fine, I can say
that nothing is developed there but a long face and a sanctimonious
soberness.”

They entered the church, and were conducted to a front pew.

The opening services were enrapturing to Miss Church-Member, and seemed
unlike anything she had ever heard. The operatic rendition of the
music, the ritualistic cast of the prayer and the soothing effect of
the rhetorical essay which took the place of a sermon, all exercised
a fascinating influence.

As the minister neared the close of his essay, he said: “Christ intended
that man should enjoy liberty in this life, and that he should educate
himself in the best schools of art, science, and literature. Therefore
one has a right to seek, in this infinitely great world of ours, for
such things as will best educate his natural and spiritual being. If
the theatre can supply part of this demand, let him go, as a student,
and drink into his soul through the senses of sight and hearing. If
the dance can elevate him somewhat in demeanor and classical grace,
let him go there as a student. If some milder types of indulgence can
bring him into a more thorough knowledge of the weaknesses of human
nature, let him indulge, but only as a student with sincerest motives.
In general, I would say, that your conscience is a reasonably safe
guide and you cannot go far wrong by obeying its dictates. Be a student
all the days of your life; familiarize yourself with both the virtues
and the vices of human kind that you may be better qualified to defend
the right and resist the wrong.”

At the conclusion of the services I heard the minister announce that
the church would hold a “razzle-dazzle” party on Friday evening, at
which he hoped there would be a good attendance, as the church treasury
was in sad need of replenishment. He also announced that all the
prayer-meetings would be discontinued for two weeks, so as to permit
a thorough practice for the coming Cantata. After the dismissal of the
congregation the two continued on their journey, which was ever opening
to them new avenues of delight.

Miss Church-Member expressed supreme satisfaction regarding the
scholarly sermon to which she had listened, and confessed that she had
never heard a preacher in her own church take such advanced positions
concerning the nature of human liberty.

Mr. World felt elated because his companion had found such exquisite
delight in the worship of the same church to which he adhered. He also
remembered, with pleasure, that they had safely passed the little
church on the By-Way, which represented the same doctrines as the
church to which his now confiding friend belonged.

“Would it not be more in keeping with your advanced Christianity if
you were to withdraw your membership from your present connection and
join a church more fitting to your degree?” were his suave words of
invitation.

“That would be a natural question to consider after I know the rules
and regulations of the church to which I intend to go.”

“That only indicates your wisdom,” said Mr. World insinuatingly. “Since
you desire more congenial Christian fellowship, why not give your
attention to the church toward which I lean?”

“An agreeable suggestion,” she said. “Where can I get the desired
information?”

He answered the question by taking her to the home of the minister,
and there introducing the subject.

She was very favorably impressed by the courteous reception accorded
her by so great and dignified a person.

“You come seeking knowledge of the church. I assure you, my young
friend, that I will gladly answer any questions. May I take the
privilege of asking you whether you have ever belonged to any church?”

She flushed with shame. “I will be true and tell you all. I had a great
experience some years ago, when I was seeking Christ. In answer to my
earnest petitions, I saw the most welcome beams of light that ever
touched my poor soul. I knew I was converted to Christ and continued
in his service ever since, although somewhat differently since I came
into fellowship with Mr. World. I joined the church in which I was
converted and still hold my membership there.”

“How did you get so well acquainted with the happy Mr. World?”

Miss Church-Member answered half in quaint humor and half in pathos:
“I, at one time, thought he was a very wicked fellow, and in a prayerful
mood I endeavored to rescue him. I knew he would not come by his own
effort to my way of thinking, so I entered into an alliance with him
for the purpose of quietly leading him unto the King’s Highway. I soon
saw the bigotry of my former self, and through the kindness of Mr.
World I have already been aided in my vision and improved in dress,
and, better than all, I have enjoyed the privilege of worshiping my
God in a more fitting temple, where true freedom is preached and
practiced.”

“Then it is your purpose to continue being a Christian, although you
have left the King’s Highway?” asked the delighted clergyman.

“As long as I live I will hold to my religion,” she said emphatically.

“Then you are sound indeed both in purpose and doctrine. Did you wish
to be visibly connected with our church?”

“I wish to know first its rules and conditions of entrance.”

The minister opened his Guide Book and, duly adjusting his spectacles,
read in a pleasing manner: “Anyone wishing to unite with this church
must comply with the following rules and regulations:

“RULE I.--He must reach a reasonable degree of respectability, or
endeavor to do so.

“RULE II.--He must not wear clothing so plain as to attract undue
attention.

“RULE III.--He must not tolerate or countenance the common nuisances
so prevalent in the churches of the King’s Highway.

“RULE IV.--He must ever manifest a liberal spirit so as to keep in
touch with the progress of the world.

“RULE V.--He may engage in any practice that will give enlightenment
on either the dark or the bright side of life. Members of this church
ought to have a well-rounded education.

“RULE VI.--He must never take advantage in buying or selling, except
in such cases like Jacob’s, where he can bring good to himself or
profit to the church.

“RULE VII.--He must never give way to his temper, except in such cases
where his personal liberty or his church is attacked.

“RULE VIII.--He is to cultivate grace and etiquette through whatever
channel possible.

“RULE IX.--He is to be faithful in attending the services of his own
church, except in cases of sickness or disinclination.

“RULE X.--It must be his constant aim to reach Heaven by traveling
diligently on a way wide enough to hold the attention and respect of
an enlightened age.

“These are our general rules. We have several thousand regulations
covering every phase or avenue of life.”

“What I have just now heard are certainly not as iron-clad as the rules
of my church. Nothing is said of conversion, or spirituality, or of
the Holy Spirit, or of the other Persons of the Trinity,” commented
Miss Church-Member.

“No, not of anything that is antiquated or, in other words, ‘out of
date.’ The main church on earth must deal with practical things.”

“What do you call ‘conversion’ in your church, or do you not believe
in it?”

“Beyond any doubt we believe in conversion. Just as soon as a person
confesses his faith in our general rules he is converted, and is at
once a good Christian. The Bible says that if one will only believe
he is safe: or ‘saved already’ as the true Greek rendering has it.”

“Then you hold to the Bible strictly?”

“We are the only church that does really and truly hold to the Bible.
We believe and teach it as it is preserved for the ages in the original
Hebrew and Greek.”

“But I notice that many of your rules seem to be at variance with
certain parts of the Bible,” she boldly declared.

“True enough, but those certain parts of the Bible do not belong to
the genuine Scriptures. Whatever you find in the Bible contrary to our
rules and regulations you can safely conclude is an interpolation and
does not form a part of the inspired Word. Let me assure you, Miss
Church-Member, that our discipline was written with great care by
eminent scholars of the Hebrew and Greek; therefore how could there
have been any error in it?”

Miss Church-Member was slightly confused, and evidenced by her manner
that she was ready to depart.

“May I ask before you go,” continued the minister, “whether you are
willing to join our church?”

“I have been thinking,” she replied, “that I could do more good in my
own church, not by fighting it, but by using _my_ influence quietly
in trying to get some of its members to be more like I am. I have
always had a missionary spirit. In that way I might satisfy my earlier
ambitions and lead some one out of the mist into a better light.”

“A very bright idea,” testified Mr. World, advancing with Miss
Church-Member toward the door.

“And may you succeed in your plans,” added the minister as they were
stepping from the room. “There are millions who belong to my church
in spirit, but who hold visible connection with some radical church
of the King’s Highway. They are doing great service in eradicating
old-time methods and planting the banners of a new liberty such as we
three enjoy.”



CHAPTER XXI.

FROM THE VALLEY OF CONVICTION TO THE DEVIL’S AUCTION.

1. Depression of Miss Church-Member

2. The Merry Village.

3. The Famous Cross Roads.

4. The Devil’s Auction.


As Mr. World and Miss Church-Member proceeded on their journey they
were frightened by a man who, with his hands uplifted and agony pictured
on his face, came running toward them, shouting: “Let good sense control
you and go no farther! Enchantment, spirits, witches, and unnamed
hobgoblins dwell in every part of this hideous valley!”

“Oh, terror! What can this mean?” nervously asked Mr. World, as the
stranger stood panting for breath.

“All a mystery! Even the air is filled with poison and weird music.
I am thankful that I have escaped with my life.”

“Come, come, Mr. Sin-Sick, tell us more about it. We may thereby profit
greatly,” said Mr. World with more composure.

[Illustration: As Mr. World and his companion were entering the valley
of Conviction a terrified man came running towards them. He ran away
from the preaching of the gospel.]

“I had just been traveling farther down the valley of Thoughtfulness
and Conviction when I heard multitudes shouting praises to One whom
they called their Redeemer, each waving aloft a banner bearing the
imprint of a cross. On the cross I saw these words: ‘For God so loved
the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth
in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ When I came
nearer to the confusion I was suddenly seized with a peculiar conviction
which brought grief to my soul; and, had I not made this timely retreat,
I might have been brought under the power of those strange creatures.
Oh, take heed and go with me some other way.”

Mr. World readily consented, but Miss Church-Member was inclined to
continue, confessing that she had once been a singer in such a valley,
and surely no harm could befall them there. Mr. World thought it was
the part of wisdom not to oppose her at this time, although he feared
that she might be induced to leave him. He consented to go, pretending
that it made no difference to him which way he traveled; but, as they
walked on, the wary fellow was very careful not to step from the Broad
Path.

When they came in sight of the valley Miss Church-Member lifted her
glasses to test the strength of her eyes. Memory brought stinging grief
to her heart. She commenced sighing for the old paths and also wept
that she had for so long a time abetted her former enemies.

Her companion became alarmed at the new turn. “Be not so fool-hardy,”
he warned. “Your eyes are being needlessly ruined. Quickly replace
those glasses lest you become totally blind.”

She obeyed promptly and thus the intensity of conviction passed. Had
her spiritual ears been open, she might have heard an angel sadly
singing:

  “Oh, hear the song of love that fills the air!
  Oh, heed the voice that pleads in touching prayer!
  Both fall upon your conscience now in vain,
  Through vile deceit your nobler self is slain.”

In this vale she heard the word of God preached powerfully, and the
calling of the Holy Spirit in unmistakable sweetness, but how could
it affect one who wore such treacherous glasses and who considered her
condition so favorable?

She passed through the valley with her faithful friend without being
lured from the Broad Highway.

On the verge of the valley I saw a curiously shaped building and read
these words over it:

TONS OF LAUGHTER: CHEAP ADMISSION.

A man with a strong voice stood along the path and cried out: “Whoa!
Whoa! Ye travelers of this way! Come hither and drive away your cruel
cares. Here is the greatest exhibition in the world. Smile and walk
lightly, laugh and grow fat!”

Mr. World and his associate, however, did not enter this place, but
passed on through the entire Merry Village. On each side of the way
they saw an endless variety of gaudy advertisements, each one setting
forth some leading feature of some frivolous, indecent, or gay
performance.

Miss Church-Member was not tempted as was her companion to spend time
at such places. So he, in order to hold her company, sacrificed his
desires and passed on without complaint.

I now turned and spoke to Blackana who still mutely sat at his appointed
post. “Tell me the meaning of the Merry Village being located so near
the Valley of Conviction.”

Without the faintest murmur he replied: “Many of the millions who pass
through the valley are strangely affected with a sad countenance and
a heavy heart, which indeed drive them into a frenzy so that they go
toward the King’s Highway. Satan intends by the attractions of the
Merry Village to divert the thought of all such travelers and hold
them in the bounds of the Broad Highway. You will soon come to the
path on which more people go to the narrow, rugged way than on all
other paths combined. Were it not for this happy village, and the
places beyond, many more would drop out of our ranks.”

I doubted not the words of Blackana, and as I looked out again upon
the Broad Highway, I saw that the two companions had just left the
Merry Village and had come to the well beaten road leading to the
right.

Here stood a preacher who, in tearful earnestness, urged all travelers
to go the right way. I saw many heeding his words and go running on
the new way after throwing away many cumbrous things.

At this place I saw some parting with their friends. One, in particular,
I noticed who was pleading with another not to go, and ever clinging
to him in bodily strength. Many who desired to leave the Broad Highway
were similarly prevented.

In the fork of the road stood a number of large churches in each of
which services were held every hour of the day. These were the Devil’s
churches, and were supplied by a courteous and shrewd class of
ministers. On the left side of the way was a large garden and a series
of groves, each filled with a merry throng of pleasure-seekers. Bands
of music made the air resonant, and every device known to the world
of sport could be found in full fling in these varied resorts where
intoxicating drink was the main beverage, and dancing and gambling
were the chief delights.

The Broad Highway was especially wide at this junction. It led onward
between the Devil’s churches and the pleasure grounds.

The greatest confusion prevailed on this wide area. Many missionaries
from the King’s Highway were busily engaged in speaking to the throngs
that had come through the Valley of Conviction.

There were also many friends of the Devil, in vulgar attire, persuading
the multitudes to rest in the joyful grove, while other agents of
Satan, in more saintly manner, urged attendance upon the church
services.

Thus I observed the heedless throng from the Valley of Conviction being
attracted by the music and passing through the pleasure grounds, while
an alarmingly large number attended the churches in the fork of the
roads. A few stoics, without pausing, passed on along the Broad Highway.

Only a few, comparatively, could be persuaded to turn their steps
toward the King’s Highway.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member stood for a long time watching the
ever-changing panorama of the surging crowds. He was desirous of
visiting the groves, but Miss Church-Member was too piously inclined.
So they were halting between these two desires when a saintly looking
person approached them.

“To what place are you journeying?” the beautiful stranger asked.

“We are journeying to a place called Heaven,” promptly answered Miss
Church-Member.

“Congratulations, indeed,” spoke the stranger as he smiled. “You belong
to the better class of travelers. Some, I fear, who go this way will
miss Heaven. They are too much attracted by the frivolities of life
and never have a desire to go to church.”

“But we love the church,” spoke up Mr. World. “However we have had
little time and no opportunity to enter one for some time.”

“You are welcome to the services in one of yonder buildings,” said the
stranger as he pointed toward the group of the Devil’s churches. “There
you can listen with pleasure and profit to the latest style of
preaching, and the special music will prove entertaining. You should,
without fail, attend church, or you will never increase in spiritual
knowledge.”

Without further hesitation the two pushed their way through the crowd
and entered one of the churches where they were greeted warmly and
ushered to a prominent seat.

The minister had already begun to speak and was growing eloquent as
he warmed to his theme. They listened with absorbing interest to every
word that fell from his lips.

“Into this church,” the minister said, “come the wearied of heart,
troubled perchance with inward fears resulting from the weird
occurrences along the pathway through the Valley of Conviction. We bid
you cast aside your thoughts of trouble and be at peace. There is a
calmness you should covet untouched by such conviction.

“They who sing and preach in that valley are low subjects of ignorance
and folly, and happy for you if you succeed in totally forgetting all
you saw or heard while passing through. Why should you worry about
your condition? Are you not good enough? You have come hither from
respectable parents, perhaps received Christian baptism, and can easily
distinguish between right and wrong. Why should cruel daggers now
pierce your heart? What you have done or expect to do is surely pleasing
to your God. If you belong to the church, you are doubly safe. Let
time change, or worlds fall, the church will stand forever. If you
continue faithful here, you will have a glorious end; only be not
influenced by the contemptible advocates of the Narrow Way, who show
their vanity by their professions of superior sanctity. Be satisfied
with the good, old, staid principles of this church, and be not swept
away by every wind of doctrine that is blasting the earth with its
sulphurous breath. Rejoice in your pilgrimage and let conviction no
longer sadden your life.”

After continuing at some length in this strain, the minister announced
that a quartette would render an appropriate selection just received
from the mountain-tops of Apathy.

[Illustration: The Devil’s Auction Here many church members, and others,
pay their all for a few baubles of worldly pleasure.] The congregation
seemed to be greatly pleased as these words were sung with a show of
sentiment:

  “Come, ye that struggle
  With thoughts of conviction;
  Continue no longer
  Such burdens to bear.
  Throw off forever
  This needless affliction;
  And taste of the pleasures
  That wisdom would share.
  “There’s rest for the soul
  In blissful forgetting;
  ’Tis bought by the prudent
  At moderate cost.
  Then cast to the winds
  Thy worry and fretting,
  And live in the sunshine
  Where shadows are lost.”

At the conclusion of the services Mr. World conducted his friend from
the church, and as they were moving again toward the surging crowds
they heard the voice of an auctioneer.

“Let us tarry a moment,” he urged as he turned his footsteps to that
part of the Broad Highway known as the Devil’s Auction.

A large company of men, women, and children were giving earnest heed
to the auction which had been in progress all day.

The auctioneer held in his hand a gaudy bauble of worldly pleasure.
He cried in the full strength of his voice that such beautiful specimens
of pleasure were very rare. At once the bidding for it grew lively.
It was soon thrown out to a reckless mortal who seized it with unusual
avidity.

Then a door was opened in the rear, and lo, I beheld a series of rooms
filled with baubles of every conceivable kind, enough to satisfy all
who came for such lightsome things. One of extraordinary beauty was
next offered. “What do I hear for it?” lustily shouted the auctioneer.

The whole host bent forward eagerly to get a nearer view of the new
attraction.

“I’ll give one hour of time!” said an aged man.

“An hour of time is bid, an hour of time! Who’ll give more?”

“I’ll give one day!” joyously bid a thoughtless youth. He received it,
and walked off in high glee.

“Here is another! A novelty just out!” boldly cried the auctioneer.

How anxiously all stepped forward, each one wishing to scrutinize the
latest kind of pleasure offered.

The highest bidder was a restless youth who offered his all for the
coveted prize.

Miss Church-Member was but little interested in these proceedings and
urged her companion to the next auction-stand where certain rights and
privileges were sold.

On the stand stood a glib-tongued fellow who announced that he would
first offer for sale the _Right to Sell Intoxicating Drink_. “How much
do I hear?” shouted the auctioneer as the cosmopolitan crowd looked on.

“Hundred dollars per annum!” cried the people of one state.

“One hundred, one hundred, going at one hundred!”

“Two hundred dollars!” bid the representatives of another state.

“Three hundred dollars!” was another offer that immediately came in.

“That is far below the value!” shouted the auctioneer. “Remember, all
this money we get for licensing the saloon will go for charity or to
help educate and civilise the people!”

Thousands upon thousands cheered to the echo, while the wicked
auctioneer and his allies were highly pleased at the spectacle.

“Three hundred, three hundred! Altogether too low a sum for so great
a privilege!”

“Five hundred dollars!” cried the authorities of another state.

“Going at five hundred, five hundred, five hundred!” rapidly and
hilariously yelled the auctioneer, and the crowd cheered lustily.

“Still going at five hundred, five hundred! Who’ll give six hundred?
First, second, and last warning, and sold at five hundred dollars to
the state represented by yonder group of delegates!”

Thus the program continued, and the right to sell liquor under
respectability was sold at varying prices. Mr. World and Miss
Church-Member left long before the auction was ended. They paused not
at the other centers where Satan’s agents were selling their worthless
and death-dealing merchandize to the children of men.



CHAPTER XXII.

THE DEVIL’S HOSPITAL.

1. Miss Church-Member, suddenly attacked with heart trouble, is hurried
away to the Hospital.

2. She receives the attention of Satan’s fiendish surgical operators.

3. A visit through the various wings of the Hospital and sub-offices.
The horrifying work described.


The travelers of the Broad Highway pushed onward by millions, seemingly
unconscious of their end. Miss Church-Member had become so well
accustomed to the ways of the world that she could now adapt herself
with more ease to all the exigencies of the journey.

In the midst of her favorable circumstances she was nursing the germs
of an insidious disease which rendered her heart weaker and weaker.
At times short, but sharp pains were felt; and more than once her hand
flew to her breast in evidence of the inward struggle.

Her disease reached a climax after she had gone not far beyond the
Valley of Conviction. She was walking along in a happy mood, when she
suddenly felt a pang in her heart and mentioned the circumstance to
Mr. World who was still her faithful companion.

“What can it be that has been giving you this trouble for so long a
time?” he asked.

“I know not,” she faintly replied as she stood still and pressed both
hands to her heart.

Thoroughly alarmed, Mr. World called for help while he supported her
with his arm.

“It seems strange,” gasped Miss Church-Member in a brief interval of
relief, “that, with all the pure air along this way and the variety
of things to engage my attention, I should be seized, at shortening
intervals, with these cruel and unbearable heart-pangs. Oh, that I
might be free from this intruder’s grasp! What shall I do? Where shall
I go? I feel again the edge of the invisible blade!”

At this she threw her arms upward and, shrieking in agony, was about
to fall as she was caught by Mr. World.

“Let us hurry her off to the nearest hospital,” promptly suggested one
of the bystanders who had responded to the call for help. An ambulance
carried the fainting Miss Church-Member to one of Satan’s hospitals
near by.

[Illustration: An ambulance carried the fainting Miss Church-Member to
one of Satan’s hospitals near by.]

The chief physician ordered the apparently lifeless form to be taken
at once to an examination room, granting Mr. World the privilege of
remaining by the side of his suffering friend. A quick investigation
disclosed the fact that Miss Church-Member had been overcome by a
partial paralysis of the heart, induced by intense mental anxiety
dating from the time when she had passed through the Valley of
Conviction.

“Not a serious case,” said the suave doctor in reply to a question
from the anxious Mr. World. “An operation will take away, almost
entirely, the cause of this trouble.”

“Will you not explain to me the trouble, and the nature of the
operation?” nervously asked Mr. World.

“Certain nerves which ramify through the human heart have been affected
emotionally by the nonsensical teachings of the King’s Highway. These
teachings are commonly known us ‘Narrow-Gauge Ideas.’ If these nerves
are rendered insensible, there is scarcely any trouble of that kind
again. We can, by an intricate operation, paralyze the mother-nerve
leading to the heart, and thereafter you may expect to find the heart
of this woman almost dead to the foolish influences that needlessly
send conviction and remorse into so many lives.”

While the physician was rapidly speaking these words, the surgeon had
arrived, and they forthwith proceeded to the operating room.

Mr. World watched the attendants as they carried Miss Church-Member
away. He saw her no more that day, but heard that the operation was
successful, and that the patient was resting quietly.

One of the managers of the institution, knowing that Mr. World was
companionless, offered to escort him through the various departments
of the Hospital. To this he gave his hearty consent.

They first went to the tower which proved to be a magnificent point
of view. Here he could see far and wide, for the building itself was
situated on elevated ground, and the tower rose far into the air.

On one side of the Hospital stretched away the Broad Highway more
pleasing at this point of the route than at many others, and far away
it seemed to lead into pleasant woodland realms.

On the other side of the building passed the King’s Highway, which,
at this point, was exceedingly rough and uninviting to the view.

Thus I saw how the shrewdness of Hell was exercised in locating
hospitals at such places.

“Ignorance is the mother of all that folly,” said Mr. World with a
feeling of self-satisfaction, “I see a long line of separate buildings
just below us--there along the King’s Highway. What purpose do they
serve?”

“Those are medical offices under the supervision of this hospital-
staff. Any one traveling on the Narrow Path, and falling sick there,
may enter for help and restoration. If the case be difficult, or
requiring an operation, or even special nursing, the patient is brought
to the hospital.”

“Are you successful in most of your operations, especially with those
patients who come from such a rugged path?”

“Fortunately we succeed in effecting a cure in almost every case. We
can only deal with those who voluntarily come to our medical staff.
Many, in sad need of our help, pass by all our special offices without
ever seeking advice.”

“Are your patients foolish enough, after having been treated, to go
back to that jolting road, and thus again invite their ills?”

“Most of our patients go hence on the more delightful way which you
see, and on which you have come hither.”

“What diseases most commonly affect those who come to your physicians
and hospitals for help?”

“Let me answer your question by taking you down to those offices. You
may there observe for yourself.”

I saw Mr. World and his escort enter a physician’s office which stood
as near the King’s Highway as Satan could build it.

The doctor was examining a church deacon who, by reason of his disease,
found it hard to travel on a way so narrow and rugged. He was given
a vial of medicine with specific directions.

After the patient had left, the doctor smiled derisively and pocketed
his fee with ghoulish delight.

“What ailed that man asked?” Mr. World. “Can you tell me the cause of
his malady?” “He has been eating and eating sermons, exhortations, and
pious literature, and has done scarcely any work for his so-called
Master. Eating much and working little generally results in gout or
rheumatic diseases. There are large numbers in the church coming here
for treatment who are similarly affected. I suppose such Christians
enjoy eating better than they enjoy working.”

“Do you prepare them for better service on the King’s Highway?”

“Never! My business is to give them such medicine as will make all
kinds of spiritual food repulsive to them. Then, rather than starve,
they go to the fat lands on the Broad Highway for which my medicine
prepares them. There they eat of the fruit forbidden by their former
Master, for it is sweet-tasting withal. Some go on in the forbidden
kingdoms until death, and hold an honorable place in their first church.
Others are dealt with more summarily on account of the radical views
entertained by certain bigots who wage warfare against a man who finds
delight in gardens other than his own.”

The electric bell summoned the doctor to the door. He opened it, and
there stood a pilgrim from the King’s Highway.

She entered and, fully exhausted, sank into a chair.

“What is the difficulty?” asked the physician in a cool manner.

“Something terrible indeed, or else my comrades accuse me unjustly.”

“With what do they charge you, Miss Goodly-Minded?” he questioned, as
he felt her pulse.

“I am accused of being out of order just because I do not run all the
time to prayer-meeting and to other services of the church. They say
I am not fit to travel this way, and therefore I have found it very
difficult to get over some of the obstacles. Weariness and fatigue
have almost dragged me to the earth. My persecution will prove to be
my death unless you can give me some medicine to relieve me.”

“Let me see your tongue,” the physician requested. This done, he
continued: “Ah! I can easily see, by your coated tongue, that you have
already eaten more good things than you could digest. If there is any
error, it is because you have already gone to church too much. I have
medicine to cure you.”

At that he walked into another room and opened a secret door. I saw
him pour a liquid from a large bottle labeled, “Satan’s Malaria Cure.”
It contained a mixture of unbelief, ridicule, and self-righteousness.
He filled a small vial with sugar pellets and saturated them with the
mixture from the large bottle.

“Take four globules every hour,” he directed, as he gave her the
medicine, “and I would further advise that you travel for your health.”

“What climate would be most helpful to me?” she asked, for she was a
lady of considerable means and could go where she wished.

“A colder climate where you will be free from the noonday sun, and
breathe in a new atmosphere. This medicine will do the rest.”

She passed out of the door just as a feeble man was entering. He was
an old pilgrim and evidently suffering much.

The doctor seized him by the hand with a strange vigor not even
understood by Mr. World.

“So you are under the power of ‘La Grippe,’” saluted the doctor.

“Under the power of something, I am sure, for everything is wrong with
me, and everything seems wrong to me,” was the slow answer.

The doctor soon diagnosed his case, and gave him powders with
directions.

“It did not take you very long to attend to him,” said Mr. World, after
the aged man left the office.

“I deal with so many of that class that I keep the medicine ready. La
Grippe is a splendid thing for my trade. It is affecting more pilgrims
just now than any other disease. Some churches are more than decimated
by the ravages of this plague.”

The manager then conducted Mr. World into another office where the
doctor was just giving medical attention to a young lady who was
suffering with spiritual quinsy. It was so severe that she could not
testify for Christ, and she wilfully passed by the “Great Physician”
who could have healed her blessedly. She also passed by all the angels
of mercy who throng the King’s Highway. She turned a deaf ear to all
the singers who sang, “Then why will ye die?” Finally she was heavily
pressed by her disease and, seeing a physician’s office which she could
enter without climbing a step, she went in and chose rather to be
treated by a doctor of the Devil, as if dead to all the offers of mercy
which she had rejected.

She accepted his treatment without question, and even felt at ease in
conscience, thinking that the easy, bland method of this physician was
in every way preferable to the searching methods adopted by the Healer
Divine.

She regained her voice, but it lost that sweet accent of heaven which
once had characterized it. It was now difficult and embarrassing for
her to pronounce the name of Jesus.

All this proved painful and intolerable, so she took a by-path to the
left called “Unchastity” where she found a whole vocabulary of speech
more suited to her utterance.

She spent the rest of her days in the habitations of immorality along
the Broad Highway, unmindful of the tears and kindly solicitude of her
entreating friends.

Into the third medical wing the two went only to see the fiendish
program carried on there as in the other offices. The first patient
they saw was a young man who, through the misguidance of a weakling,
was persuaded to enter the office.

This physician, with a smile on his face, but vile purpose in his
heart, administered wilfully the very medicine that gave a transient
gratification to the patient’s craving for narcotics, and which would
finally cause the appetite to break out anew into an inward burning
and gnawing, swinging a master’s sash over him.

The physician told him that his taste was inherited, and it would
consequently require much patience ere he could be cured. He gave him
the devilish medicine, and urged him to continue using it until the
bottle was drained to its dregs.

At first it gave the promised relief, but the young man, now more
deeply contaminated by this concoction of Hell, raged in wilder passion
than ever, and verily ran to his utmost on the By-Path of intemperance
until the flower of his youth and manhood was blasted to the blackest,
and his sense of honor lost in the hovels of vice and corruption which,
in great variety, stood along the Broad Highway.

The book-keepers of Hell placed an additional mark to the credit of
this doctor, while the church looked on the young man’s fall somewhat
indifferently, having been hardened by the frequency of similar
occurrences.

At the request of Mr. World the manager conducted him back to the
hospital building and proceeded to show the various departments to him.

There was some commotion in one of the operating rooms just as Mr.
World entered. It proved to be the preliminary work necessary for
dressing a severe scalp wound.

It happened that a certain woman, named Mrs. Criticiser, who belonged
to an active church, attempted to injure a good and holy man by hurling
stones at him.

She noticed that the little stones did him no harm, so she seized one
of larger size and hurled it at him with great force. He, being a pure
man, and standing on a rock, was not even touched by the missile. But
it struck the great rock on which he was standing, rebounded with
unexpected force, and struck the head of Mrs. Criticiser with stunning
effect.

It was seen that the stone had made an ugly gash on her head, more
severe and painful than she intended to inflict on the good Mr. Class
Leader. Her friends, being acquainted with the Devil’s Hospital,
naturally carried her there for necessary attention.

Mr. World saw Mrs. Criticiser brought into the room in a semi-conscious
condition and watched the whole operation.

The surgeon declared that a scar would be carried on her head all
through life. Indeed there is no balm in Hell to cure the wounded head
or heart so as not to leave a scar. Had she gone to the “Great
Physician,” and asked Him aright to apply the “Balm of Gilead,” her
head would have been healed aright.

The manager then escorted Mr. World into one of the wards which was
crowded to overflowing.

They tarried at the bedside of a man whose left arm and right leg were
bandaged. There lay the poor fellow awaiting the slow processes of
healing for his fractured bones.

It was on this wise that this man, a certain Mr. Treacherous, came to
this sorry plight.

He was an ambitious member of the church, and aimed to be elected to
an office therein. His admirers were too few, so the majority vote was
given for another, named Mr. Wisdom.

This so aroused the jealousy of Mr. Treacherous that he was moved to
seek amends for what he considered a stinging and crushing defeat.

“This will I do,” said he, “I will dig a deep ditch across Mr. Wisdom’s
path of success, and will shrewdly cover it from view, and as he chances
along that way, in the course of his service, he will surely fall into
this ditch to his hurt. Then will I glory in his downfall, so that the
stings of this, my defeat, will not prick me so sharply.”

So Mr. Treacherous, in the blackness of the night, digged the ditch
and covered it ingeniously. Then he waited day after day to hear of
Mr. Wisdom’s injury or death, that he might have cause for rejoicing.

Now Mr. Treacherous, since his defeat, was so heavily weighed down
with envy and a desire for revenge that he could not sleep soundly,
and was wont to walk about the house in a somnambulistic manner.

One night, under the influence of one of these strange spells, he went
from the house and walked over the path that led to the ditch.

To his great dismay and double disgrace he waked not until his body
struck the bottom of the ditch. He was bruised and some of his bones
were broken. Thus he lay there in agony and cried all night long for
help.

Ere the morning broke he wished a thousand times that he had not dug
the ditch so deep, or rather, had not dug it at all.

A band of searchers found him and, lifting him from his disgrace, they
hurried him to this hospital, for he was not minded to humble himself
still more by going to another place where Mr. Wisdom and his kind
found relief in time of trouble.

It is likely that Mr. Treacherous will never be able to walk again as
perfectly as he did before, for it is the reputation of surgeons and
physicians of this hospital, in dealing with cases of such extreme
folly, that they so manipulate an operation as to render the patient
incapable of complete recovery.

Mr. World and his congenial escort moved on from patient to patient,
passing many hundreds who had met with accidents on the Broad Highway.

Many had been wounded by the “sword of the Spirit” and were now hoping
to be cured by the processes here in vogue.

In passing on through another ward their attention was called to a
woman who lay on a couch and seemed to be suffering more than she was
able to bear.

Mr. World inquired concerning her, and was told that she was one Miss
Busy-Body, a member in good standing of a radical church. She came to
her grief in this strange manner: she had a special aptitude for
sweeping before other people’s doors, and could always find dirt, even
if she could not find anything better.

She had been told repeatedly to sweep before her own door, but she did
not heed this wise counsel, for she often said that there was no dirt
visible about her own home.

One day she went forth as usually, broom in hand, and swept the dirt
from other doors than her own, much to the annoyance and provocation
of her neighbors, for she always raised the dust incontinently.

Now by her continual neglect at home the filth had accumulated to such
an extent that when she returned home and attempted to enter the door,
her foot slipped on the greasy step, and she fell, breaking her collar
bone, two of her ribs, and otherwise injuring herself.

The manager told Mr. World that many such cases came to them for help
every day--some from the King’s Highway and still more from the Broad
Highway.

They soon came to the bedside of one named Mr. Jealousy who occupied
a private room. He was somewhat convalescent when Mr. World saw him.

Mr. Jealousy at one time was an active member of the church, but he
undertook to stab Mr. Stability in the back. But Mr. Stability had a
good back-bone so strong that no knife that Mr. Jealousy could handle
was able to penetrate it.

One time in desperation Mr. Jealousy flung himself violently upon his
imaginary foe. But his blade broke, and he himself fell upon it, cutting
a terrible gash in his side. He was taken to this hospital for help.

Thus did Mr. Jealousy bring upon himself the disfavor of his church
and he was forthwith expelled, for he refused to give the required
promise of reformation.

Mr. World and the manager now came to a large door.

“In this room,” said the manager, “we keep all our cancer patients.
We have a large number of them and, since they require special
treatment, we keep them separate to facilitate the work of the
physicians and nurses.”

I saw them enter the room, and heard the words of surprise that fell
from the lips of Mr. World as he saw the magnitude of this department.

“These are they,” explained the chief of the division, “who came here
through ‘profane and vain babblings.’”

Mr. World then passed through the leprosy ward where he saw quite a
few who were once cleansed by the Divine Healer, but who, failing to
give thanks for their recovery, suffered fatal relapse and were now
in the last stages of this dread disease.

This place was so loathsome to him that he was hastened into the General
Department where he saw all manner of patients, each in his particular
dilemma.

A great number of this section were suffering from disordered livers,
and of these not a few came from the church.

One such, who was a wealthy man, had so far protruded his
disagreeableness upon the community that the church officials
voluntarily gave him medicine for his liver. This was of no avail. He
still grew more irritable and complained about the preacher, the sexton,
the choir, and even his own wife. The weather never suited him, and
when he gave any testimony about religion it was always a partial
outline of the supposed or real sorrows and troubles of the Christian
pilgrimage.

While suffering from one of his morbid spells, he listened to the voice
of the tempter who persuaded him to seek help at the hands of the
physicians under the control of this Hospital. These doctors dosed him
until they persuaded him to submit to an operation, and the wicked
surgeon knew how to render him still more liable to trouble after his
imaginary restoration toward which he was looking when Mr. World saw
him.

When he leaves this Hospital he can never be cured from the fiercer
subsequent attacks unless he be born again, and such an event Satan
knows is very unlikely to occur.

Mr. World, in passing, spoke to quite a few who were suffering from
spiritual dyspepsia, consumption, and a great number of other ailments
which had developed into chronic form, or had made necessary the
surgeon’s cruel knife, and then, turning to his obliging friend, asked
if he could not now see Miss Church-Member.

He was taken into a special department arranged for those who were
convalescent.

When she saw her faithful and loving friend, Miss Church-Member smiled
for the first time since the operation.

The pleasant interview soon ended at the behest of the nurse, and Mr.
World was asked if he wished to enter the secret departments
underground. This question aroused his curiosity and led to a lengthy
conversation after which he expressed a desire to visit the secret
chambers.

He was conducted into a dark office and asked to sign a pledge that
lay on a desk.



CHAPTER XXIII.

SATAN’S SECRET SERVICE.

1. While Miss Church-Member is convalescent, Mr. World alone visits
the underground apartments where secret sins are taught.

2. The last horrible stages of vice represented.


I saw Mr. World standing in a shadowy room and reading the conditions
of entering “Satan’s Secret Service.” He was soon surprised by hearing
a voice from a gloomy corner: “You cannot gain entrance to these secret
abodes unless you sign that pledge.”

“The meaning of the pledge is not clear to me. Who will explain it?”
asked Mr. World somewhat tremulously.

“You can read between those lines all you wish. Those sentences must
be their own interpreters, and you must choose to sign or withdraw
from this room, just as you prefer,” came the firm answer from the
dark corner.

Before Mr. World could decide what particular course to take, a hand
gently touched his shoulder. He turned to see who stood in the rear.

“O, Mr. World, thou needst not fear to sign the pledge and enter the
secret service of our great and glorious master,” were the words that
greeted him in a friendly tone.

“Who art thou, and how camest thou here?” asked Mr. World in suspense.

“I came here from ‘going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up
and down in it.’” Then, without uttering another word, the strange
visitor lifted the pledge from the desk and read it audibly:

   “Into these darker chambers let me go,
   I promise to conceal its scenes of woe,
   And solemnly declare, as here I stand,
   That I will aid this secret working band.”

“What can there be about that pledge not suited to your wish? It means
that you are to have your eyes opened to behold new things, and also
to learn the secret laws of life, healthful to your marrow and your
bones.”

Mr. World hesitated no longer. He signed the document forthwith, and
a pass-word was whispered into his ear.

Suddenly a door opened at one end of the room, through which Mr. World
walked into a large cavern which was illuminated only by faint
glimmerings of light.

He could discern faintly that many creatures were there whose uncanny
noises, freighted with oaths and blasphemies, sent their sulphurous
fumes around. Although Mr. World was accustomed to foul scenes and
profanity, yet he was sickened at this deeper touch of Hell.

“Where am I and how came I here?” he cried out excitedly. A woman came
quickly in response to his outcry.

“You are in a place of liberty and personal license,” she answered.
“Here you are free from the annoyances of narrow-minded pilgrims from
the King’s Highway, and you may spend a season in pure delight in these
secret abodes which you will find more and more suited to the cravings
of your natural heart and mind.”

Now Mr. World was a somewhat judicious man, and although he would not
sanction what he called church fanaticism, yet he had some self-respect,
and had never allowed himself to reach the slum-level of society.

“Here I cannot and will not stay. Are there no other apartments to
which I can go?” he asked, as the woman offered him a glass of wine,
and in a sensual way entreated him to remain.

Mr. World was a lover of wine, but was suspicious of the place, and
so he moved to go and found great difficulty in getting to another
door, which, at last, he reached only by determination, and, giving
a pass-word, he went into the first regular department of Satan’s
Secret Service.

This place, which was secretly connected with the Wizard City, was one
of Satan’s centers from which originated schemes and devices to commit
and practice embryonic murder.

I saw in this dark cavern the sons and daughters of earth, high and
low, noble and ignoble, and my heart bled within at what I further
witnessed.

Mr. World passed through from one section to another, studying carefully
the secret processes in vogue, while illustrations, drawn by the artists
of the Devil, instead of sending the blush of shame to his cheek, only
fed his inner curiosity and verily aroused his baser passions.

Having finished, he gave the pass-word and was admitted to a
sub-department called Foeticide.

This section, and the one he had just left, were located directly under
the physicians’ offices along the King’s Highway. It could be seen
that there was direct connection between these offices and the horrible
subterraneous apartments through which Mr. World was now passing.

So many unnatural and horrible things were practiced in this sub-
department that Mr. World was shocked beyond measure, for he had never
dreamed of the extent of the malpractice to which his eyes here bore
testimony.

All these things, while at first revolting, were only hardening his
own heart to such an extent that, before he had passed through the
last wing of the department, and heard the apologetic words of those
who were in charge, he concluded that these agencies conduced to much
good.

“Oh!” thought I, “how the light of Hell casts a strange coloring over
the things of earth, thereby creating false theories of mortal life.”

By means of the pass-word Mr. World was enabled to visit the next
department where he witnessed sights more revolting than in any place
previously entered. Here groveled the youth under the power of so-called
stimulating medicaments.

Mr. World, with all his wickedness, was chilled with horror at these
underground spectacles.

Noticing his evident disgust, one came to him and offered soothing
explanations to which he listened very attentively.

“This is a blessed place,” spoke the newcomer. “We, who are skilled
in crime, give the youthful an expert training in the ways of pollution
and kindred types of immorality. It is far better to teach the young
to sin aright and with least damage to themselves, than to place them
under all restraint and see them fall more wretchedly than these.”

With all the moral turpitude of Mr. World he was scarcely ready, at
first hearing, to accept this grinding sophistry of Hell.

“Are you quite sure, my friend, doubted Mr. World, that you are speaking
words of soberness to me? Do you feel proud of the results of the work
here accomplished?”

“Proud indeed, for our master has given us encomiums for the splendid
work accomplished. You see, Mr. World, it is a settled fact that young
people will sin, notwithstanding all the influence exerted to the
contrary. Such as we can persuade we take under our direction, and
try, as soon as possible, to harden them in personal crime. Our
physicians have special medicines to inflame their propensities, so
that they may, by continual burning, consume themselves and spare the
youth from otherwise being tormented day and night in these flames of
passion. Are you so dull, Mr. World, that you cannot grasp such
self-evident truth?”

“It seems now somewhat clearer to my mind, but still my eyes behold
such horrid scenes around me.”

“I cannot question that,” continued the smooth-tongued agent of
darkness, “yet what you see are but the lower stages. If you could
look beyond these dark corridors and see the types of womanhood which
grow out of this under-soil, you would no longer breathe in doubt or
look with shuddering frame on scenes around you. All good things come
forth through putrefaction. Then why should you despise the
putrefaction? Be content, Mr. World, and as you walk along the path
of life, remember this great College underground, and recommend its
salient features to the rising generation. You have signed the pledge
and promised to aid this secret working band. So do it with a vim,
keeping in view the blossoms and the fruit of after-growth.”

Mr. World was completely won by this false and devilish reasoning, and
looked on the whole program of shame quite philosophically.

He took full cognizance of the far-reaching effects of this section
and, after an interview with one of the head physicians, he proceeded
to visit the next section.

But what he saw there will not be told. No pen can describe and no
tongue relate the loathsome filth of this last stage of immorality.
An awful stench filled the air arising from medicines of last resort
and from the putrefying flesh that clothed the living skeletons.

It was by mistake that Mr. World got into this place. The door opened
to admit a few “Unfortunates,” as they were called by the attendants,
and Mr. World, standing near by, entered without permission.

He was no sooner inside the door than he was frantically seized by a
sunken-eyed creature.

“O man of health, deliver me from this inner eating and from the grave
that opens to me its mouldy mouth!” was the heart-rending cry that
grated on the ears of Mr. World.

Another, hearing this pleading cry, came rushing toward the same spot
and sobbed piteously:

“Oh! Mr. World, have pity on me! I had help when I had means and
vitality. Oh! give me some relief now.”

Mr. World was so terror-stricken that he could not speak, but struggled
with all his might to escape from the place.

He gained double strength, but of no use. These two men imagined that
they had a claim on him by reason of his name, and therefore held on
with tightening grasp. For a moment Mr. World ceased his struggling
and looked at his two pitiable beseechers.

“I can give you nothing. Why torment me thus?” he tremblingly gasped
with abated breath.

“In our better days we gave all we had to the world and now we need
help. Surely you can give it.” They became furious and ranted the more
at the thought of their past folly.

“Why come to me? Go to Mr. Flesh, or ask the Devil for help,” pleaded
Mr. World.

“We have served the World, the Flesh, and the Devil. All have failed
us miserably. To whom else can we go but to anyone within our reach?
Oh! forsake us not in this awful plight!”

Poor Mr. World, unable longer to bear the sickening and threatening
attack, sank to the filth-covered floor and groaned aloud.

At once a fierce and powerful being came to the rescue and, flinging
the two unfortunates aside, lifted Mr. World to his feet and looked
down upon him with his awful eyes.

Mr. Intemperance lay crouching near the side of Mr. Lust, each smarting
under the pain of his fall.

“How came you to this place?” sternly asked the monster.

“By walking in at the door,” answered the terrified Mr. World.

“Without permission?” he further asked.

“There was no one there to ask, and I, being out sight-seeing, thought
I might also enter in here.”

The monster seized Mr. World by the arms and looked at him in a still
more frightful manner.

“You are not yet ready to come into this region, and if you will
solemnly pledge me that you will never reveal what you have seen here,
I will conduct you safely to the door; if not, you must remain here
without a ray of hope until death gives relief.”

Mr. World humbled himself and gave double assurance of secrecy. Then
the grim creature conducted him a little to one side and bade him look
down into a deep and dark yawning chasm.

“Down there,” commenced the Old Monster, “runs the Black River deep
and wide. The stream, coming from its distant source, drains the filthy
realm of human society, and not far hence it enters into the boundless
ocean of eternal death. The wild sounds which you hear are the unseen
dashings of its never-ceasing waves, and the moans of those who have
fallen victims to its merciless currents.”



CHAPTER XXIV.

THE LAST WARNING.

1. Miss Church-Member is now induced to frequent the haunts of vice
in the “Wicked Valley.”

2. The blessed work of Warning as given by rescue bands from the King’s
Highway.

3. The heedless throngs passing by.

4. The experiences at this place of Mr. World and Miss Church-Member.


There was a joyful meeting in the reception room of the Hospital when
Mr. World, returning from his underground experiences, met his beloved
friend Miss Church-Member who had recovered sufficiently to resume the
journey.

In joyful spirits they sauntered forth on the wide and pleasant path,
away from the Hospital and toward their imaginary Heaven.

Miss Church-Member’s face was more cheerful and her footsteps more
buoyant than at any time since she left the Valley of Conviction.

Mr. World, observing her favorable condition, complimented her with
these words: “Blessed be the memory of that Hospital, for I can see
that your face is no more covered with the cloud of care that once
robbed you of so many joys. The unkind intruder has drifted away, and
now the light radiates from your every feature. It is also plainly
evident that you are no more tormented by a troubled conscience.”

“I am glad that my sufferings have not been in vain,” she modestly
declared. “May the new light which you so readily notice in my face
add to the pleasantness of our journey and the profit of our lives.”
Their conversation grew more and more pleasant as they passed through
a long stretch of woodland. They could see beyond, them, and in the
rear, the legions that were traveling the same path and in the same
direction.

Emerging from the woodland they saw that their path came again in close
proximity to the King’s Highway.

The intervening space between the two paths, called the Wicked Valley,
was all astir with every form of evil as practiced in the world of
sin. In this vale nearly every traveler on the Broad Highway tarries
awhile, and many are lured away from the Highway of the King here to
mingle with the servants of Mammon.

Mr. World and his friend paused opposite a cluster of magnificent
buildings with frontage toward the Heavenly Way. Some were used by
vulgar theatricals; some devoted to the sensual dance; some were
occupied by the Devil’s maid-servants in prostitution, and many others
were used as haunts of intemperance and personal pollution.

All along the road to perdition at thousands of places stand such
clusters of buildings, each under the command of one of Satan’s most
efficient leaders.

“Here,” said Mr. World, “let us take a long rest. If you have your
glasses properly adjusted you can see new beauty behind magnificent
walls.”

She looked at first doubtfully. “Ah! I never frequented such places
before. I would not as much as look at them.”

“I doubt not your word, Miss Church-Member, but remember you are growing
older and wiser. You are no more a narrow-minded creature influenced
by prejudice and sophistry.”

She was now in a condition to imagine that much of her earlier
instruction was erroneous. 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.

In the social intercourse which ensued each one resented the criticisms
of those who refused to leave the Old Path.

“Verily,” said one, “I now enjoy more liberty. I believe the road to
Heaven should be as broad-gauged as possible.”

“Certainly it should,” said another. “Those who want to climb hills
and continually suffer inconveniences may do so. As for me, I want to
reach Heaven on the easiest road. I believe this course leads to
Paradise just as directly as the other.”

These utterances were highly complimented by Mr. World, and he said
that he was to be congratulated on meeting and associating with such
congenial people. “On the way on which we are now traveling one can
reach his reward as certainly and as speedily as on any other route.
In addition, one can here enjoy natural and graceful pleasures which
of course are not tolerated under the eyes of selfish and narrow-minded
bigots.”

I saw Mr. World and Miss Church-Member, now more intimate than ever,
pass on alone, ever walking more hastily. Satan had told them, during
their stay in the Wicked Valley, that the faster they journeyed the
sooner and the more certainly would they reach their reward.

Not far from the Wicked Valley there is a section called the Place of
Warning. It has been maintained for thousands of years by virtuous
workers from the King’s Highway. It is the last warning-station that
travelers pass before reaching the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and
here with tearful earnestness do the Shining Pilgrims of the cross
speak their words of last caution, sing their sweet hymns of warning,
and put forth every other loving endeavor in the hope of snatching
some from the thoughtless throngs that go rushing by toward the Dark
Valley.

I listened and heard a voice from the Place of Warning speak to a
motley crowd that were passing.

“Whither go ye, whither go ye?”

“We go to a better place called Heaven,” answered one of the company.

“Then come hither and go on the Path of Life. The way on which ye are
now traveling leadeth unto everlasting death.”

“Aha! Aha! Aha!” cried they all. “We are well informed about the way
and need no foreign voice to give direction.”

Then came the solemn hymn of warning in words so tender and clear that
each one could hear every sentence:

  “There’s a sad day coming,
  A sad day coming.
  There’s a sad coming by and by;
  When the sinner shall hear his doom:
  ‘Depart, I know you not.’
  Are you ready for that day to come?”

CHORUS:

“Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready for the judgment day?”

The words had not yet died on the air when a young man ran hastily
from the company toward the Way of Life. His companions then gave vent
to their ridicule, some even going after him and endeavoring to pull
him back, but without avail.

Some sang an idle song to drown the hymn of warning that still rang
in their ears. Others engaged in boisterous conversation, and still
others mocked with foul profanity. They passed on, and as far as I
could see them they were pushing on to the Valley of Death.

I saw another man who was heavily burdened with pieces of timber on
which was written: “Faults of Church-Members.” He also came to the
Place of Warning.

“Throw off the cumbersome weight you are carrying on your back, and
travel on the way where your burden will be light,” came a friendly
voice from the Rescue Station.

“I am not so foolish as to throw away my only hope,” he answered with
unthankfulness in his tone.

“‘Your only hope,’” repeated the voice of warning, “how can you explain
such foolish words?”

“With passing ease. I will soon come to the River of Death and with
these boards I can make myself a raft whereon I can pass over safely.”

Then spoke the voice of warning clearer than before:

“O, foolish man! Knowest thou not that the River of Death, toward which
thou art rapidly moving, cannot be crossed in a bark so frail? I have
seen millions who tried in vain to ride its angry currents, but they
sank beneath its dark waters. Come, O mortal man, if thou hast nothing
better on which to depend, listen to the voice of wisdom and come,
without delay, to the Path of Glory.”

But the man passed on. I watched him till he reached the river, and
saw him go from the shore in his self-constructed raft.

“I sink! I sink! Save me!” he, cried in utmost agony of terror as his
little raft whirled about, leaving the poor self-deceived fellow to
the mercy of the waves.

I saw others as they passed the Place of Warning. Thousands and tens
of thousands, some now totally deaf to every voice of warning, some
with cotton-filled ears, and others with instruments of music with
which they drowned the calls of warning.

Many more passed by who carried little balloons of self-righteousness
with which they expected to rise above the murky River of Death.

A young woman, who moved more cautiously, stopped at the Place of
Warning and listened attentively.

Directly a voice spoke to her: “Not far hence, O mortal woman, there
is a wide river. It surges on forever. No one who goes this way can
escape its waters. Listen now to the voice of Wisdom. Leave this
blood-marked way of misery and woe, and come to these happier dominions
where ‘her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.’”

“Surely I will not be lost,” she replied. “I am depending on the mercy
of God who is too kind to be unjust. I will come out all right in the
end.”

“Take heed, my friend,” pleaded the warning voice. “You are hoping for
mercy at the dividing line between time and eternity. Better forget
not what the Scripture saith. ‘He that is unjust, let him be unjust
still: and he which is filthy let him be filthy still.’ So thou canst
not wilfully neglect so great salvation and hope that God will cover
at last all thy folly. ‘Now is the accepted time; behold, now is the
day of salvation.’ ‘To-day, if ye hear his voice, harden not your
hearts’”

“You have said nothing new to me. They are the old thread-bare passages
that I have heard from my youth up, and I am minded to accept a broader
view of these statements than you seem to take of them.”

At this she tossed her head haughtily and continued her journey,
resolving more firmly than ever that she would not spend eternity
outside the Gates of Heaven.

When she came to the Dark Valley and to the angry swelling currents,
her pitiful prayer broke out from the long-covered depth of her soul.
“Mercy, O mercy, to a wretch like me!” But no hand came to her rescue.

I saw Mr. World and Miss Church-Member as they approached the Place
of Warning. They heard the sweet music, rendered so excellently, but
gave no attention to the sentiment expressed by the words. They listened
only to the harmony of sounds.

“O, Miss Church-Member!” pleaded a voice, “you who were once so
earnestly engaged on the King’s Highway, will you not, before you reach
the River of Death, forsake your perilous course and walk on the path
of life eternal?”

These words, which would have once brought conviction to her heart,
only brought vanity to her head. “‘Judge not, that ye be not judged,’
and go speak to the lost, not to me so well equipped to meet the direst
foe. Turn your words to those on the other path, who go hobbling along
in misery, not fit to live or die.”

“Come, come!” put in Mr. World, “your pearls before swine are only
trampled under foot. Forget not so quickly the teachings of our Lord.”

As they passed on, in a self-righteous manner, she cheerily looked
into his face and said: “It was kind in you to come so promptly to my
rescue. I might have prattled there a whole day and yet not have shown
them half their folly.”



CHAPTER XXV.

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH.

1. Mr. World and Miss Church-Member getting farther from the light.

2. They drift into the deepening shadows where the path could be
traveled only one way.

3. The terrible experience of the two companions contending with the
imps of the dark valley.

4. Their sad and tragic end as they catch a glimpse of what they might
have been.


After leaving the place of the Last Warning, the Broad Highway grew
darker and darker as it steadily diverged from the King’s Highway.

The little light that Satan’s pilgrims do enjoy is borrowed from “the
path of the just that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.”

Mr. World saw the deepening shadows and endeavored to be as cheerful
as usually, hoping thereby to prevent any alarm in the mind of his
faithful friend.

The path, though wide, was now steeply descending, and travelers often
slipped on the steeper inclines.

I saw that the two companions descended with difficulty, cautiously
watching every footstop, lest they, like many others, should fall to
their hurt. They now gave but little attention to the things along the
way, and when they did pause for rest on the easier grades, they found
the meadows more barren and everything more dark and dank.

Miss Church-Member had been painfully conscious of these unhappy
contrasts, and asked repeatedly the meaning of all that her eyes beheld
and her heart realized, but Mr. World, true to his nature, partly
allayed her fears with words of hope and glowing promises.

But I heard her again ask with a quivering voice: “Where is the light
that so lately lent its blessed cheer, and whither go we stumbling
downward in the dark?”

“We only go in the darkest hour that comes before the dawn,” he said
with a firm voice but a trembling heart. “Be hopeful, my dear, I will
not forsake you.”

Her heart was not calmed, for she could see his distress which he had
hoped to conceal, and no one could minimize the surrounding scenes
which now seemed like omens of death.

They stood still, and learned, upon inquiry, that they were standing
in the Shadows of Premonition.

Mr. World could no longer endure the strain. His bold attitude gave
way to his rising fears, for he saw that his wasted life was ending
with no opportunity of redeeming its days. His whole body quivered as
they walked still farther in a desperate effort to find relief.

Miss Church-Member was almost overcome as she continued looking upon
the ominous darkness around. She soon realized that her only refuge
whom she had seized by the arm proved miserably weak in this hour of
great need.

“Oh! Mr. World,” she cried, in utmost agony of mind, “where have you
led me? Save me ere I perish!”

He spoke not, but with his aspen fingers he pointed backward toward
the sloping Highway. Then with all eagerness they endeavored to retrace
their steps, but somehow they could do no more than stumble and fall,
and when they were making their most desperate effort to return they
heard a voice from someone invisible. This voice announced to them
that here the path could be traveled only one way. The same voice urged
them to push through the shadows and face their end like heroes. At
this their hope died within them, and they had no more courage to
struggle up the hill. They stood again in their wretched dilemma and
heard the sound of distant waters, doleful to their ears, and from
this they could distinguish the bitter wails of those who also found
that they could not return.

Mr. World and Miss Church-Member cast their eyes heavenward and
discerned that they were standing in a very deep valley. _They saw the
dim outlines of all their past evil life. Their deeds stretched away
at interminable length, and in the aggregate they were piled, like
ledge upon ledge, until they verily shut out the mercy of a just God._

Here they stood in the first shadow of their self-constructed Hell.

“Oh, what a valley!” shrieked Miss Church-Member, as her consciousness
now revealed to her more in one second than all the fanciful dreams
of a life-time evolved.

And Mr. World was undone. He knew not which way to turn. He was
speechless as he saw so clearly the worthless product of his life’s
work almost overarching him.

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.

Then came the monstrous creature again and sternly commanded them:
“Tarry no more on this side of the river’s brink.”

[Illustration: Struggling with the real and imaginary imps near the
Black River in the Valley of the Shadow of Death.]

They tasted the bitter fruits of opportunities lost, and felt the awful
pangs of a soul without hope as their reluctant footsteps carried them
on through the valley made dark by the shadow of their own deeds.

I then heard the discordant and agonizing wails of poor Miss
Church-Member and her wretched companion; but the sounds fell
harmoniously on the ears of Satan who listened to them chiming with
the music of Hell, in its deathlike rhythm, as it reverberated forever
from the depth beyond them, and from the throngs passing by.

Miss Church-Member could no longer hold fast to Mr. World. It took
both arms to contend with the real and imaginary imps who stood grinning
at her folly, and grievously tormented her from all sides.

“O mercy! mercy! Where am I?” she shrieked. “How can you be so
heartless, Mr. World? Why not rid me of these fiends?”

“Cry to me no more!” he groaned out in anguish. “I am also overwhelmed
with foes and fears that verily drag me down with infernal and
relentless grasp.”

This only deepened her pathetic cry, for she saw that she was lost
forever, and realized anew that Mr. World was unable to give help,
contrary to all his promises of the past.

Then did, they look forth, and beheld afar off the Valley of the Shadow
of Death through which the King’s Highway passed. They saw that its
foot-sore pilgrims leaned upon a rod and staff, and that they were
supported by the pierced hands of a Friend that sticketh closer than
a brother.

Neither did the pilgrims fear any evil nor tremble at any foe, for
Christ was their all in all, and his lovely light lit the whole valley
until it was all aglow with heavenly radiance.

This vision revealed to Mr. World and Miss Church-Member the place
where _they_ might have been, and pierced their hearts as with a
thousand daggers.

They soon stood on the verge of the Awful River which was filled with
the filth and slimy putrefaction of the world, the fungus growth of
society, and the scum of all nationalities. From these currents came
unearthly sounds, doleful lamentations, melancholy and hopeless.

Not far down the stream they saw the fitful light of an eternal burning
whose ghastly glare lit the water crests of the Black River.

I saw a relentless monster, in deep silence, stretching forth his bony
arm, and with his icy fingers he pushed the two companions from the
brink of the river, thus bringing them face to face with the last enemy
whose sharp sting they felt as they were being overwhelmed by the
merciless waves.

[Illustration: When they who journey on the King’s Highway reach the
River of Death, they are met by a convoy of angels and borne aloft to
the gates of the Celestial City.]

Their heart-rending cries for mercy brought no relief. They had sinned
against all light, and had even spurned the last kindly warning. The
Door of Hope was shut forever.

As they were sinking to rise no more they caught another vision of the
Shining Pilgrims of the King’s Highway, and saw that when they reached
the brink of the River of Death they were met by a convoy of angels,
on whose snowy pinions they were borne aloft to the very gates of the
Celestial City which apparently stood on white clouds.

THE END





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