Glacier County chief., 1940-08-16

of the women who are rich today
were poor once; they were office
girls once" she explained. what I
want to know is, what got them out
Of it, what changed things?"
Prayer" Angela answered in
stantly.
"Oh, prayerI I might have known
you'd say prayerl" Sheila ex-
claimed, disappointed. Tears stood
in her laughing eyes. "But I mean
something else than prayer" she
explained.
"There is nothing else but pray
err" Angela stated solemnly.
"You can't tell me that all the
rich women whose pictures are in
the society sections on Sundays got
there by prayer!"
'Oh, no, Sheila, of course not.
But what have they got, after all?
How much does the honor and glory
of God"
"Oh, for heavens sake!" Sheila
interrupted. And suddenly covering
her face with her hands, she was
crying.
Angela knew these tears. The
stormy, brilliant older sister gave
way to them almost as readily as to
laughter, if less often. But they
always wrung Angela's heart, nev-
ertheless.
Presently Sheila stopped crying
as abruptly as she had begun and,
Strengthening up, dried her eyes
firmly, shifted, gulped, and smiled
at her sister.
''This GIRL" she said, touching the
blue purse and speaking in voice
made rich and thick from tears,
this girl probably spends three
months in the country every year. II
she meets a man, all she has to do
is ask him to come to dinner. Chick
en-, ice cream, clean tablecloth-she
has 'em every day. If I meet a man
I like, what break do I get? I don't
even know his last name!"
"You mean Peter?" Angela asked,
timidly.
"Peter-what?" Sheila said, blow
ing her nose again, looking defiantly
at her sister, with a Redeemed nose
and wet eyes. 81 met him my last
night Of vacation, at a barbecue. I
had to leave next morning. There
are seven million people in this city;
there are five hundred thousand
women working. A swell chance /
have of ever finding him again!"
Angela's expression was one Of in
finite distress. But she spoke cou-
rageously.
"God could do it,"
well, then, why doesn't He?" the
other girl demanded. 81 walk up q
different street every day at noon.
I look at every boy I see in the
subway. I've never seen him."
Maybe you do too much" Angela
suggested Unexpectedly. Maybe
you ought to just-trust."
"And then he'd open the door of
the kitchen and put his head int"
1T mightn't-happen that way"
How would it happen?"
I'm some way we couldn't see
coming, Sheila." Angela was very
serious. Sheila stared at her: spoke
impulsively.
well, will you pray about it, An
gela, if stop?"
II am praying about i'll" Angela
said, her cheeks red.
What, now?"
Fright now. And I'm remember
ing" said Angela, that without this
kitchen door opening without any,
one coming init could begin"
There was pause. "It's one min
ute to nine" Sheila said, then yawn-
ing and smiling and stretching, land
when the clock strikes, I'm going to
bed"
The kitchen door did not open;
there was no telephone to ring; the
radio was still. Yet, before the
clock struck, the beginning of the
miracle was upon them, and the
current of Sheila Carscadden's life
had changed forever. Long after
ward, she was to look back upon
this quiet evening with Angela, look
back upon the rebellious, copper
headed girl who had been laughing
and crying in the chair opposite An
gela, and ask herself, if she could
call back that too-potent prayer
from her innocent little sister,
whether she would do so or no.
The seconds licked by Angela
was handling the blue morocco
purse.
There was blue coat for
twelve" Sheila said. She yawned
again, made movement toward
rising.
"Sheila!" Angela said. "Look!"
In her fingers were green bills;
she spread them on the table. Two
twenties and ten.
"Where-what-? Sheila stam-
mered, stupefied.
"They were in the purse-right
here, in this little inside pocket, fold
ed tight"
''They weren't"
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