If God is good, He could not be so cruel as to give a soul no chance, and then send it to hell.

Don't ever think that Tom, brave fellow, is there! Oh, believe what I say to you!" Mrs.Davis seemed stupefied; she looked up into those beautiful distressed brown eyes, and her dry lips moved.
"You don't think," she said, in a hoarse, hurried whisper--"you're not saying--_Tom isn't in hell_ ?" "I know he is not, I know it! Justice?
it would be the most frightful injustice, because, don't you see," she went on eagerly, "it is just as you said,--Tom had no chance; so God could not punish him eternally for being what he had to be, born as he was, and living as he did.

I don't know anything about people's souls when they die,--I mean about going to heaven,--but I do know this: as long as a soul lives it has a chance for goodness, a chance to turn to God.

There is no such place as hell!" "But--but"-- the widow faltered, "he was cut off in his sins.

The preacher wouldn't say but he was lost!" Her words were a wail of despair.
Helen groaned; she was confronted by her loyalty to John, yet the suffering of this hopeless soul! "Listen," she said, taking Mrs.Davis's hands in hers, and speaking slowly and tenderly, while she held the weak, shifting eyes by her own steady look, "listen.