"
"I refer to their future prospects," said Tozer--"to prophecy. I
should like to ask you how you regard them in that light. Do you
believe in a spiritual or a temporal Zion?"
"Spiritual Zion? Temporal Zion?"
"Yes, 'm."
"Well, really, I don't know. I don't think I believe any thing at all
about it."
"But you _must_ believe in either one or the other--you've _got_ to,"
said Tozer, positively.
"But I _don't_, you know; and how can I?"
Tozer threw at her a look of commiseration, and began to think that
his companion was not much better than a heathen. In his own home
circle he could have put his hand on little girls of ten who were
quite at home on all these subjects. He was silent for a time, and
then began again.
"I'd like to ask you one thing," said he, "very much."
"What is it?" asked Ethel.
"Do you believe," asked Tozer, solemnly, "that we're living in the
Seventh Vial?"
"Vial? Seventh Vial?" said Ethel, in fresh amazement.
"Yes, the Seventh Vial," said Tozer, in a sepulchral voice.
"Living in the Seventh Vial? I really don't know how one can live in a
vial."
"The Great Tribulation, you know."
"Great Tribulation?"
"Yes; for instance, now, don't you believe in the Apocalyptic Beast?"
"I don't know," said Ethel, faintly.
"Well, at any rate, you believe in his number--you must."
"His number?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, the number six, six, six--six hundred and sixty-six."
"I really don't understand this," said Ethel.
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