friends who were gathering at the college? How could
she live without her piano? How could she keep a smile so that the dear
ones at home would not see how unhappy she was becoming? The house seemed
so big and bare; the trees in the yard seemed to sigh instead of sing; the
way ahead seemed full of blackness. She longed for all that had gone; she
longed for her friends, especially the one who had been her ideal during
her college days; she longed to run back to him for always.

But on this October morning, she had risen early to keep the quiet hour
before the rest were up. Usually she read in the gospels, but this
morning her Bible opened to the Psalms and she read, "I will lift up mine
eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the
Lord who made heaven and earth." She stopped and looked from the window at
Mt. Kearsarge in the distance.

Then she read again, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence
cometh my help." "Ah!" said the girl, "I need help. God knows I need help.
I wonder if there is any help for me. 'I will lift up mine eyes unto the
hills from whence cometh my help.' Perhaps if I should go out into the
hills for the day, God would help me. I think I will try it."

To the mother she had said, "I think I should like to go for a long walk
to-day if you do not mind. I feel like having a tramp," and then with
lunch box in hand and book under her arm, she had started.

As long as father and mother could see, she had smiled and waved to them,
but when the turn in the road had come, the light faded from her eyes and
her problem was still before her. The night before had been endless, yet
there were longer ones to come. No wonder she saw no sunshine, heard no
bird and saw no brook as she walked along the country road.

On and on she went; mile after mile was put behind her, till the sun was
high in the heaven and she was weary and hungry. Then a sudden turn in the
road brought her to the foot of a little lake--one of those mountain lakes
that make New Hampshire so beautiful. All around it were hills; the water
was very, very blue and its surface was as calm as could be. A
moss-covered stone was very near and the girl sank beside it and, leaning
her head on her hand, she looked at the quiet waters.

"Ah!" she said to herself, "how I wish my life were as calm as the lake.
One would never dream that it ever were rough and troubled. I wish God
could send peace to me as He sends it t