The angel saw him enter, and smiled upon him.
"Come hither, son," said the deep voice.
Tremblingly, the cripple advanced upon his crutches, and when he reached the chancel he fell upon his face in mute reverence. His eyes were hidden so that he could not see what all the others marked in wonder—that in the angel's outstretched hand the golden scales hung even.
"Arise, servant of the Most High," said the angel. "Of all these present, thine is the one heart which is right in the sight of God, because thou lovest Him for His own sake, and not for thine own good."
The bright being laid his hand upon the cripple's shoulder, and he stood upright, with no more need of crutches.
"Say what shall be done for thee," said the angel, tenderly gazing upon him.
