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