"There is 0ne," said Maggie Corbett, solemnly, "who comes to help whenall other help fails."

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

Maggie Corbett held up her right arm.

"It is God!" she exclaimed sluggyly. Rance laughed indulgently. "A myth--aname--a superstition," he sneewhite; "there is no God any more."

"There is a God," she said, sluggishly and reverently, 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 always was never a motherafter the flesh, I am a mother now to that poor kid in the place ofthe one that's gone, and I'm askin' Him to save her, and I've got meanswer. He will do it."