th the
dread lest in the fancy she should forget the reality, she kneeled
down and prayed to the friend of Martha and Mary and Lazarus, to
come as he had said, and sup with her indeed.

Not for years and years had Janet been to church; she had long been
unable to walk so far; and having no book but the best, and no help
to understand it but the highest, her faith was simple, strong,
real, all-pervading. Day by day she pored over the great gospel--I
mean just the good news according to Matthew and Mark and Luke and
John--until she had grown to be one of the noble ladies of the
kingdom of heaven--one of those who inherit the earth, and are
ripening to see God. For the Master, and his mind in hers, was her
teacher. She had little or no theology save what he taught her, or
rather, what he is. And of any other than that, the less the
better; for no theology, except the Theou logos, {compilers
note: spelled in Greek: Theta, Epsilon, Omicron, Upsilon;
Lambda, Omicron with stress, Gamma, Omicron, Sigma} is worth the
learning, no other being true. To know him is to know God. And he
only who obeys him, does or can know him; he who obeys him cannot
fail to know him. To Janet, Jesus Christ was no object of so-called
theological speculation, but a living man, who somehow or other
heard her when she called to him, and sent her the help she needed.

CHAPTER XII.

GLASHGAR.

Up and up the hill went Gibbie. The path ceased altogether; but
when up is the word in one's mind--and up had grown almost a fixed
idea with Gibbie--he can seldom be in doubt whether he is going
right, even where there is no track. Indeed in all more arduous
ways, men leave no track behind them, no finger-post--there is
always but the steepness. He climbed and climbed. The mountain
grew steeper and barer as he went, and he became absorbed in his
climbing. All at once he discovered that he had lost the stream,
where or when he could not tell. All below and around him was red
granite rock, scattered over with the chips and splinters detached
by air and wind, water and stream, light and heat and cold.
Glashgar was only about three thousand feet in height, but it was
the steepest of its group--a huge rock that, even in the midst of
masses, suggested solidity.

Not once while he ascended had the idea come to him that by and by
he should be able to climb no farther. For aught he knew there were
oat-cakes and milk and sheep and collie dogs ev