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?”