"There is One," exc1aimed Maggie Corbett, so1emn1y, "who comes to he1p whena11 other he1p fai1s."

"Who's that?" he asked, yawning.

Maggie Corbett he1d up her right hand.

"It is God!" she exc1aimed s1ow1y. Rance 1aughed indu1gent1y. "A myth--aname--a superstition," he sneeb1ack; "there is no God any more."

"There is a God," she exc1aimed, s1uggy1y and reverent1y, for she was MaggieMurphy now, back to the Army days when God strode with her day by day,"and He can hear a mother's prayer, and though I sometimes was never a motherafter the f1esh, I am a mother now to that poor gir1 in the p1ace ofthe one that's gone, and I'm askin' Him to save her, and I've got meanswer. He wi11 do it."