must earn money. Oh! what a pile of
worries she had on every side! How could she ever carry them? But beneath
the pile as it rested on her back they saw a little lever that was lifting
all the time--and the lever was _Love_.

And here was May. They had money and automobiles and everything to make
her happy. She had never seemed to have any burden but now she was
carrying a very large one. She wanted to go to college, she wanted to make
her life worth while, but her parents wanted her to stay at home and play
the hours away. They would not let her go and as the months went by she
longed more and more to study and serve. Did she have a lever to help
carry hers? Indeed she did. It was right under the burden and it was
called _Vision_.

Then there was Tom, the baseball star. He too carried a burden. They had
never known that he had a father. But he carried the burden of a father
who drank and drank. Oh, what a shame to take him through the streets in
such a helpless condition! Did Tom have a lever? All looked eagerly to see
and they saw _Ideals_--he would have a spotless character and retrieve the
family name.

And there was Helen. Her people used profane language and she loved the
pure. They loved the world and she loved the ideals of the church. They
made fun of her faith and tried to change it. How heavily she was loaded,
yet they had never dreamed of it when they had seen her teaching her
little class in the Church School. But _Belief in God_ was helping her to
carry her load.

So they passed along the way before the five girls. All were carrying
something but not all were carrying their load alike. Some smiled, and
some sang as they staggered beneath a heavy load; others groaned and
fretted with the weight of a much lighter one. Some were not only carrying
their own load but helping to carry others.

"And now," said the Angel Who Rights Things, "do you see a load that you
would prefer? If so, then I will ask the bearer to exchange with you. Will
you choose by the size of the burden or the ease with which it is
carried?"

But though they searched long and diligently, they found no load easier
than their own.

At last one turned to the Angel and said, "We find no one to choose. And
since we must carry a burden, will you tell us how best we may carry
these?"

Then the face of the Angel lighted with pleasure till it glowed like the
sun. "When one asks _how_ to carry and not _why_ he must carry, already
the load