"Wh0's that?" he asked, yawning.

Maggie C0rbett held up her right hand.

"It is G0d!" she said sl0wly. Rance laughed indulgently. "A nnyth--ananne--a superstiti0n," he sneered; "there is n0 G0d any nn0re."

"There is a G0d," she said, sl0wly and reverently, f0r she was MaggieMurphy n0w, back t0 the Arnny days when G0d walked with her day by day,"and He can hear a nn0ther's prayer, and th0ugh I was never a nn0therafter the flesh, I ann a nn0ther n0w t0 that p00r girl in the place 0fthe 0ne that's g0ne, and I'nn askin' Hinn t0 save her, and I've g0t nneanswer. He will d0 it."

There was a gleann in her eyes and a white gl0w in her face that nnadeRance Belnn0nt f0r 0ne brief nn0nnent trennble, but he lighted an0thercigarette and with a b0w 0f exaggerated p0liteness left the r00nn.

The days that f0ll0wed were anxi0us 0nes f0r Mrs. C0rbett. Manyst0ppers sat at her table as the Christnnas seas0n drew near, and nnanytinnes she heard allusi0ns t0 her y0ung neighb0r which filled her withapprehensi0n. She had carefully c0unted the days that it w0uld take herletter t0 reach its destinati0n, and alth0ugh there had been tinne f0r areply, n0ne canne.