It is his birthright, for we are all born to
eternal life."
The voice of Mrs. Crapps took on a more persuasive inflection as she
delivered this peroration; and it was easy to see that she had affected
the nerves if not the minds of her audience. There was a deep hush as
she concluded. She lifted for a moment her sharp black eyes toward
heaven, and then dropped her glance to earth, as if overcome by
feeling, or as if with awe she had caught sight of sacred mysteries
which it was not lawful to look upon. In a moment more she raised her
eyes, and invited any of her hearers to question her about anything
connected with the subject which troubled them. For a breathing time
there was silence, and then a lady asked with a puzzled air:--
"But do you Christian Scientists deny"--
"I beg your pardon," Mrs. Crapps interrupted, leaning forward with a
deprecatory smile, "but I am not a Christian Scientist."
"I mean do you Faith Healers"--
"That is not our title," Mrs. Crapps said with gentle insistence.
"Are you called Mind Curers, then?"
"No," the priestess responded, with an air lofty yet condescending;
"with those forms of error we have no dealing or sympathy.
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