veloped her. It was death--the death of her father, but
after the cloud had passed and the sunshine had come again, the fairy
said,

"See, her shoulders are broader. She has learned what loneliness means."

On she went and then she was going to High School. Others had clothes that
she did not have. She must hurry to finish because there was no father in
the home. So, eagerly she pushed through the High School.

Just here Gladys saw a hand reached out to help and heard a voice saying
to the girl, "Of course it will be hard but you can go to college if you
really want to go. It will do you good to sacrifice for it." 'Twas the
Master of the school who was helping her to keep in the way.

"Can you see her grow?" said the fairy. "She has added concentration, an
appreciation of the girl who has little and who must be with girls who
have much, and now she has been given a vision."

Then Gladys watched her toil through college, earning her way, often
overtired and worried as to where the means to go on were to come from.
But she pushed ahead.

"Oh," said Gladys, "how hard she works! I could never do that. I am sorry
for her."

"You needn't be," said the fairy. "You need never be sorry for those that
sacrifice for an ideal. Be sorry for those who have none and so who live
at ease." And they watched her struggle through temptation and toil to the
graduation day.

As the college days passed, there came strength of purpose, but there came
also the desire to serve. Gladys watched her lead the little group of
dirty street boys in the slums.

"How can she do it?" said Gladys. "They are so dirty and so rough."

But the fairy said, "When one wants to serve, she looks at the heart and
the life--not at the clothes and the actions. The boys are helping her to
keep in the way."

And after college there were happy days. Days of love and comradeship,
days of work for the fairy; days when opportunity was everywhere. And in
these days of happiness there came lessons of sharing, of winning, of
filling the life with sunshine. The path was so bright that it dazzled.

Suddenly, Gladys looked ahead in the path. "Look," she said to the fairy.
"Look, oh, how black it is! Oh, I am sorry."

Then the storm descended and all was black in the way--oh, so black and to
move took all of one's strength. Against it she struggled, but it seemed
as though she must surely be driven from the path. Death and loneliness
and worries seemed overpowering.