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.