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long ribbon of the road for a little transient space； rising and
receding
across the wide； billowy upland； among the rounded hillocks of
aerial green and gold and lilac； until it came to the high
horizon；
and stood outlined for a moment； a tiny cloud of whiteness
against
the tender blue； before it vanished over the hill。
For a long time he sat there watching and wondering。 It was
a very different world from that in which his mansion on the
Avenue
was built； and it looked strange to him； but most realas real
as
anything he had ever seen。 Presently he felt a strong desire
to know what country it was and where the people were going。
He had a faint premonition of what it must be； but he wished to
be sure。
So he rose from the stone where he was sitting； and came down
through
the short grass and the lavender flowers； toward a passing group
of people。
One of them turned to meet him； and held out his hand。 It was an
old man；
under whose white beard and brows John Weightman thought he saw
a suggestion of the face of the village doctor who had cared for
him
years ago； when he was a boy in the country。
〃Welcome；〃 said the old man。 〃Will you come with us？〃
〃Where are you going？〃
〃To the heavenly city； to see our mansions there。〃
〃And who are these with you？〃
〃Strangers to me； until a little while ago； I know them better
now。
But you I have known for a long time； John Weightman。 Don't you
remember
your old doctor？〃
〃Yes；〃 he cried〃yes； your voice has not changed at all。
I'm glad indeed to see you； Doctor McLean； especially now。
All this seems very strange to me； almost oppressive。
I wonder ifbut may I go with you； do you suppose？〃
〃Surely；〃 answered the doctor； with his familiar smile； 〃it will
do you good。 And you also must have a mansion in the city
waiting
for youa fine one； tooare you not looking forward to it？〃
〃Yes；〃 replied the other； hesitating a moment； 〃yesI believe
it must be so； although I had not expected to see it so soon。
But I will go with you； and we can talk by the way。〃
The two men quickly caught up with the other people； and all went
forward
together along the road。 The doctor had little to tell of his
experience；
for it had been a plain； hard life； uneventfully spent for
others；
and the story of the village was very simple。 John Weightman's
adventures
and triumphs would have made a far richer； more imposing history；
full of contacts with the great events and personages of the
time。
But somehow or other he did not care to speak much about it；
walking on that wide heavenly moorland； under that tranquil；
sunless arch of blue； in that free air of perfect peace； where
the light
was diffused without a shadow； as if the spirit of life in all
things
were luminous。
There was only one person besides the doctor in that little
company whom
John Weightman had known beforean old bookkeeper who had spent
his life
over a desk； carefully keeping accountsa rusty； dull little
man；
patient and narrow； whose wife had been in the insane asylum for
twenty years and whose only child was a crippled daughter； for
whose
comfort and happiness he had toiled and sacrificed himself
without stint。
It was a surprise to find him here； as care…free and joyful as
the rest。
The lives of others in the company were revealed in brief
glimpses
as they talked togethera mother； early widowed； who had kept
her little flock of children together and labored through hard
and heavy
years to bring them up in purity and knowledgea Sister of
Charity
who had devoted herself to the nursing of poor folk who were
being
eaten to death by cancera schoolmaster whose heart and life
had been poured into his quiet work of training boys for a clean
and
thoughtful manhooda medical missionary who had given up
a brilliant career in science to take the charge of a hospital in
darkest Africaa beautiful woman with silver hair who had
resigned her dreams of love and marriage to care for an invalid
father；
and after his death had made her life a long； steady search for
ways of
doing kindnesses to othersa poet who had walked among the
crowded
tenements of the great city； bringing cheer and comfort not only
by
his songs； but by his wise and patient works of practical aida
paralyzed
woman who had lain for thirty years upon her bed； helpless but
not hopeless； succeeding by a miracle of courage in her single
aim；
never to complain； but always to impart a bit of joy and peace to
every one who came near her。 All these； and other persons like
them；
people of little consideration in the world； but now seemingly
all full of
great contentment and an inward gladness that made their steps
light；
were in the company that passed along the road； talking together
of
things past and things to come； and singing now and then with
clear voices from which the veil of age and sorrow was lifted。
John Weightman joined in some of the songswhich were familiar
to him
from their use in the churchat first with a touch of
hesitation；
and then more confidently。 For as they went on his sense of
strangeness and fear at his new experience diminished； and his
thoughts
began to take on their habitual assurance and complacency。 Were
not these
people going to the Celestial City？ And was not he in his right
place
among them？ He had always looked forward to this journey。
If they were sure； each one； of finding a mansion there； could
not he be
far more sure？ His life had been more fruitful than theirs。
He had been a leader； a founder of new enterprises； a pillar of
Church and State； a prince of the House of Israel。 Ten talents
had been
given him； and he had made them twenty。 His reward would be
proportionate。
He was glad that his companions were going to find fit dwellings
prepared for them； but he thought also with a certain pleasure of
the surprise that some of them would feel when they saw
his appointed mansion。
So they came to the summit of the moorland and looked over into
the world beyond。 It was a vast； green plain； softly rounded
like
a shallow vase； and circled with hills of amethyst。 A broad；
shining river flowed through it； and many silver threads of water
were woven across the green； and there were borders of tall trees
on the banks of the river； and orchards full of roses abloom
along
the little streams； and in the midst of all stood the city；
white and wonderful and radiant。
When the travelers saw it they were filled with awe and joy。
They passed over the little streams and among the orchards
quickly and silently； as if they feared to speak lest the city
should vanish。
The wall of the city was very low； a child could see over it；
for it was made only of precious stones； which are never large。
The gate of the city was not like a gate a all； for it was not
barred with iron or wood； but only a single pearl； softly
gleaming；
marked the place where the wall ended and the entrance lay open。
A person stood there whose face was bright and grave； and whose
robe
was like the flower of the lily； not a woven fabric； but a living
texture。
〃Come in；〃 he said to the company of travelers； 〃you are at
your journey's end； and your mansions are ready for you。〃
John Weightman hesitated； for he was troubled by a doubt。
Suppose that he was not really； like his companions； at his
journey's end；
but only transported for a little while out of the regular course
of
his life into this mysterious experience？ Suppose that； after
all；
he had not really passed through the door of death； like these
others；
but only through the door of dreams； and was walking in a vision；
a living man among the blessed dead。 Would it be right for him