he third. "I like little the great crowds of people. I
shall take this hilly road where few are working. They seem eager to reach
the top. Now all treasure is hidden in the hillsides. I shall climb here
and search."

So she entered the way of Fame. It was very steep; at first it seemed that
she could find no place to put even one foot. She must cling to very
uncertain bits along the way to help her to move up, yet little by little
she climbed. It took years and years, and one by one her companions
dropped by the way. Those who also neared the top had little of
companionship for her. They envied her her footholds; they tried to get
ahead of her in the way. Then she knew that she could never find the Great
Treasure, for she was lonely, and a lonely heart is never satisfied and
happy.

"Which shall I choose?" said the fourth girl, looking all about her. "I
think I shall try this"--but just then a voice said: "I am tired and ill.
Will you help me a bit in my way?"

'Twas an old, old man. His clothes showed signs of travel and his face was
very sad. Taking his hand, she led him for a time till he came to a
resting place.

Then she was about to go back and choose her road, but a child's voice
said: "Won't you help me up this hill? I fall back when I try to climb."
And she went still farther into the way.

And then, when the child had been given over to his mother, a boy needed
help in carrying a load, and as she talked with him she forgot the other
road and began to see the beautiful things ahead in the road over which
she was traveling.

There were flowers to pick and give to the sad; there were cooling springs
where one could find cups of water for the weary; there were resting
places under the trees to which one could lead the aged. And she had
forgotten that she came to seek for a treasure for herself in her
happiness in helping others.

So the days passed, filled to the brim with loving, helping deeds. The
music which she heard was the song of the birds; the beautiful colors to
cheer came in the flowers and in the sunset; the hills in the way were
easily climbed, for there was much of friendship as she toiled upward.

One day in her path she saw a bent old lady in whose one hand was a book
and in whose other hand was a basket. She seemed heavily loaded and the
girl hastened to help her.

"Let me carry your basket," she said cheerily. "Put the book on the top
and I can take them both."

Then a smile came over