re to be made
glad and beautiful at their coming.

And then Elizabeth grasped the purpose of the gathering. She read it
as much in the sea of eager upturned faces as in the speaker's words.
She knew, too, that he was not speaking to her. She had no part nor
lot in this great onward march of the world. She belonged to those who
were clogging the wheels of progress. A feeling of intense envy seized
her, all her old yearning for love and service came over her with
twofold strength, and with it the bitter remembrance that she had
wasted her life in worse than idleness.

The low, deep, appealing voice went on, and she bowed her head in
humiliation. But surely he was speaking to her now. "Do you want to
find Jesus Christ?" he was asking. "Have you lost your hold on Him?
Then go out where the drunkard and the orphan and the outcast throng in
their sin and misery--you will find Him there!"

For a brief space Elizabeth heard no further word. That message was
especially for her. For she had lost her hold upon Him, and with Him,
she realized it for the first time, she had lost the joy and power of
life. She had been very near Him many times--when her father read of
His love and sacrifice, or Mother MacAllister showed her the beauty of
His service. The Vision Beautiful had been hers, and she had refused
to go out at the call of the hungry, and so it had not stayed.

And now a new vision--the tormenting picture of what she might have
made of her life was being shown her through the magic of the speaker's
words. "The King's Highway," he called his address. "And an highway
shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way of holiness.
The unclean shall not pass over it, the wayfaring men, though fools,
shall not err therein." He pictured to their eager young eyes, what
that Way would be for the world, when they prepared it for the coming
of their King.

"Would they make this way of holiness accessible to someone?" he asked.
"To those wayfaring men who were sure to err unless guided thereto."

He ended with the Prophet's words, and the choir, away up in their
brightly lighted gallery arose and burst forth into the glorious words
that closed the vision.

"Then shall the redeemed of the Lord come to Zion with songs and
everlasting joy upon their heads. They shall receive joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."

Elizabeth could bear no more. She arose, the tears blinding her, and
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