"About grandfather's help--no. If I go I suppose Cousin Calvin will come and take my place, and have the farm by-and-by, which is all right. And grandfather will pay my way out there, he says. And, as I expect my life's work will be done out West, the preparation for it may as well be done there too. There is a good chance out there, uncle says." "Why should your life's work be done in the West? And what is it to be?" Jabez answered the last question first. "Maybe you will think it presumptuous in me to talk of going in for the highest work of all. But I talked with Miss Eunice about it, and she said she was glad. If it hadn't been for Miss Eunice I shouldn't have thought of it. `Entire consecration to the highest work of all.' That was her idea, and it is mine." There were tears in Fidelia's eyes, but there were smiles on her face as well. She did not speak, however, and Jabez went on. "I don't just know what I'm fit for yet, but I do know that I don't feel like holding back; and the Master will see about the rest. He has all kinds of work to be done in His world, and I will find something to do." "Yes; and He has work to be done here in New England. Why are you so glad to go away?" "Oh, I am not glad to go away! But I am glad that I see my way to make a beginning; and I mean to do my best. It may not be a great deal that I can ever do, but the Lord will accept the best I have to give." "Yes; I am not afraid for you." "And about going West. A great country is being opened up there, and it is being filled with all sorts of people in a wonderful way. New towns, and even cities, are springing up everywhere; and my uncle says that what this wide land needs for true greatness is that the light of the glorious Gospel of the blessed God should shine through every corner of it. I shall like uncle, I am sure," said Jabez. "And you want to have a share in making the country great?" "I want to do my part for my country and the world. It is God's work, and there doesn't seem to be anything else worth doing in comparison with this `holding forth the Word of Life,' as uncle calls it, does there?" Jabez spoke with eager voice and shining eyes, and Fidelia listened amazed. And then she asked herself: "Why should she be amazed?" It was true. Jabez was right and wise in his choice. What else was there worth doing in comparison with the honour and blessedness of having a part in this work? "_And so far_," she said to herself, "I have neither part nor lot in the matter." Her face grew grave as she stood looking away to the darkening hills. Hitherto she had lived for herself and for Eunice. Now Eunice was gone, what was she going to do with her life? What would Eunice have liked her to do? "Miss Fidelia," said Jabez in a little, "you'll be going back to the seminary this fall, I suppose. It is a good place to go to, I guess. And it would be lonesome here now."