"I wouldn't be much use here," returned Edith, "but"--then her eyes shone with a sudden happy light--"I'm going to do a great work when I pass over. Listen--my vision was so plain. I was in a strange country--I saw hundreds of stricken people pass me by; they were captives in chains, and they were dragging along, with faces, Betty, those sad faces! They looked at me beseechingly, with sunken eyes that held such a haunted hopeless expression. I tried to speak to them, but could not. On, on they passed. Their number seemed endless. I felt stifled by their misery, and uttered a low cry. Then I looked up to see an angel standing by me. He pointed to the passing crowds. "You who have loved the destitute," he said, "do not be afraid to die. God has ordained you to preach the Gospel to these waiting spirits--now hungry for the truth.' That was all. The vision vanished, but it was enough. It wasn't a dream. It was a message from God, Betty. Tell Alma it was a real vision." Betty felt that Edith spoke the truth. A sad certainty threatened to overcome her. Silently she prayed for strength. Edith's effort had exhausted her. Gently Betty stroked her head as she fell asleep. Then she sought Alma and told her all. "Alma, it is best to face the worst. Let us be brave. Perhaps it was a dream, but Edith is so sure. Let us pray for strength to accept whatever comes." Toward morning Edith grew weaker. The doctor came. "Is she in danger?" asked Alma anxiously. "A big change for the worse," replied the doctor gravely. "Keep her very quiet. I'll come again about noon." Betty sent for the elders to come as soon as possible. But soon Edith feebly called Betty and Alma to her side. "Betty, hold me up in your arms. Alma, come close. I can't see very well." Betty held her gently, Edith's fair head resting on her shoulder. "Now, kiss me, Betty--and Alma," said Edith with a happy smile. As they kissed her, she murmured, "Goodbye, dear friends, goodbye." Then her lovely eyes lit up with an unearthly rapture. Her spirit was freeing itself of mortal frailty. "Look! Mother! Father! Yes, I'm coming--coming--" and with a last faint gasp, she passed away, leaving Betty holding her lifeless body, in agony of grief, and Alma kneeling sobbing by their side. CHAPTER XVIII. The Dream of the Past. Time heals all wounds. It did so with Betty. Her great faith reconciled her to Edith's death, though the loss of her friendship was a keen sorrow for a long time. George's marriage to Alma--this was a trial to Betty that threatened to culminate her mission. President Gladder was worried about her health. "You seem very unwell, Betty," he said kindly. "Would you like to go home?" But Betty pleaded not to be released. "I'll be better soon," she said, bravely. "I do love my mission, so it will help me." So Betty stayed, and gave her whole heart to her mission work. It was not long before she was her old bright, sunny self.