Hyder weekly herald., 1932-03-26
 I THE OPEN DOOR ! < By DOROTHY DOUGLAS !.
  tC9 by Mcclure Newspaper Syudicate1 (T-Nu Servlcas

erosity. He has to take the trip to London and wants you with him. It will give you a chance to meet many men on board ship and have no doubt you will come back quite ready to marry George Danbury."
 "l know l ought to love him, moth- CT. and his money could. perhaps, do lot for Edward-but just cant make mp my mind"
 "It Is difficult. my daughter agreed Mrs. Walker, but after all George is a thoroughly good man. has heaps of money. and think you would he hap py with him in year or two"
 Enid sighed. "Yes, suppose it is much the same, in few years time, so long as one married considerate type of man."
 So Enid went on the ocean trip with Uncle Henry. George Danbury sent her great sheafs of flowers and bas- kets of fruit on the day of departure and Enid felt reasonably sure that upon her return she would give him the promise he wanted. But deep in her heart she knew that the great big thing called love was not in her life and that lack of money and her little brothers crippled state were the rea- sons for decision.
 She met many men on board ship and found herself studying them and comparing them with George Danbury as a possible future mate. She was using all her wisdom over the trying problem but the more she tried to real ize the future the more confused 1t became.
 They reached London safely and Uncle Henry was obliged to tend husl- ness much of the time. Consequently Enid was left to wander about by her self The idea of going back to New York and marrying George troubled her night and day. She felt that Ed ward might be cured if they could pay for the services of great specialist. Every crippled man she saw stabbed her. for Enid could see little Edward growing up helpless cripple and she herself in position to perhaps pre- vent it.
 Enid found herself frequently visit Ing the wonderful old churches-St. Paul's. Westminster, St. .Iames-and finding in the shadowed. silent walls & great amount of spiritual help.
 And then her feet led her into the door of old St. Martins in the field that church whose doors are never shut. night or day. to the worn and weary. Human driftwood, asleep on the cushions, found safety. rest and help through the dark night
 Enid slipped in softly and found seat in a darkened corner. A great surge of emotion swept over her and made her conscious of a tremendous and wonderful power working within the walls of that old church. There was tragedy. despair. poverty. scared and besmrched bodies of human be- ings. Yet underneath and round about all spirit of eXaltalion.
 She went down on her knees and found herself praying for enlightment. seeking the path which she should take and thereby do the most good during her span of life. She prayed, too. for those other poor souls that were SD utterly, hopelessly deiected.
 Enid found herself weeping softly. She didn't know exactly why-but perhaps she felt that way was being opened up for her to follow. Perhaps she had drawn nearer her God and he was showing her path.
 She did not start when she felt the young curate's hand drop lightly, un- derstamlngly, on her shoulders. but she looked up and into the most kind- ly eyes she had ever seen-sympa- thetic. helpful and plainly asking her for the reason of her weeping.
 She had watched him going slowly about the church, offering words of help here and bit of money there Il man happy in the performance of his duty.
 Before Enid knew it she was telling him about her problems and her cril,- pied brother and Danbury and all that her marriage to him might mean to all members of her family.
 He listened quietly as one used to the Outpourings of the heart and all the time Enid felt herself being drawn toward him.
 This is a tremendous sacrifice you are asking of yourself" the young curate admitted. marriage without love. But. on the other hand, pure love matches are not always happy. So many people seek personal happl- ness in marriage rather than looking upon 1t as the stepping stone toward the fulfillment of greater destiny"
 Enid looked up with such sudden in her big eyes that the young curate smiled. He had not llnderestmated the worth of this young girl who had sought light in old St. Martins in the Field. His work i had made of him a keen reader of hu- rpnn pnccihiIitios ssynu vnuI6 mt hn