nd Marcia knew no way to answer. She had
hoped that her course in Bible at college would help her but somehow she
seemed less able than ever to answer it now.

Who was God? Where was God? How could she know that these two verses could
both be true? It was an honest doubt and she knew she must answer it
before her mind could be at rest. She felt she could never ask the
question in a letter to her mother, for mother must never know that she
was questioning. Oh, if only some one knew how much she needed help!

But it was time for the picnic which the members of her class were to
have, so she slipped the papers again into her Bible and went to the
campus. They were to climb one of the mountains near by and dear old
Professor Hastings was to be their guide. Old in years but young in heart
and lithe still in limb, he stood out among the students as one of the
best of the companions. As they climbed, Marcia kept near to him.

"I am looking," he said, "for a rare little flower which grows on this
mountainside. Perhaps you can help me find it. It is very tiny and it
grows in the crevice of the rock. But I am needing a specimen of it for my
collection."

So together they looked in every crevice but not a bit of the little white
blossom did they see.

Up, and up, and up they went. Some were tired and waited for the rest to
climb and return. Some even went back down the mountainside. But when the
top was reached, what a wonderful view spread out before them! Mountains
and lakes and streams; villages and cities and lonely farms; beauty and
calmness and majesty, all seemed to flood in at once on the minds and
hearts of those who looked.

After they had rested a while, the old man lightly touched the hand of the
girl and said,

"I have heard it said that one of my blossoms has been found on that cliff
not far away. Will you come with me to see?"

So they began to search the cliff; then they found a hidden cave and
explored that; Marcia heard a tiny stream of water trickling in the cave,
and when she had found the water, she found also, close to the water's
edge, a beautiful clump of waxy white blossoms, sweet and fragrant, and
hanging tightly to the rock.

"Oh! oh! Come, sir," called the girl. "I am sure these are what you seek.
Oh, how beautiful they are!" And they stooped to gather them.

But just at that moment a flash of lightning lighted the cave and the
thunder rolled. In a moment the rain was coming in torrents, and