And yet--she looked dreamily away across the hills--there were the words of that song: "And if he come not by the road, and come not by the hill, And come not by the far seaway, yet come he surely will.
Close all the roads of all the world, love's road is open still." Seizing her pen, she wrote just below her last entry, "It is five months since that dismal day on the train, when I closed the record in this book, as I thought, forever, and wrote after the last of my good times, _The End_.

But it wasn't that at all, and now, no matter how dark the outlook may be after this, I shall _never_ believe that I have reached the end to happiness." THE END..