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.