"But"--it was Helen's tremulous voice--"it's on the mountain-tops that--that we ought to be able to see the end of the journey, you know." "Yes; but there are all those guideboards, remember," said the man, "and Betty hasn't come to the guideboards yet--regret--remorse--forgiveness-- patience, and--atonement." There was a sudden movement at the window. Then Betty, misty-eyed, stood before them. "I know I am--on the mountain of doubt now, but"--she paused, her gaze going from one to the other of the wondrously glorified faces before her--"I'll try so hard to see--the end of the journey," she faltered. "Betty!" sobbed two adoring voices, as loving arms enfolded her.