B. Jennings.

Do you believe in Guardian Angels? Well listen to my story.

Kurt Lander left the Strasburg university and shivered in a small side street which was a short cut to his cheap apartment.

Kurt was a communist and a profound atheist. His materialistic views were famous throughout the country and so he was in constant demand for university lectures. In the large, bright hall, he had just been speaking on the disadvantages of religious belief. "Help! help! help me please!" Kurt swung round. The cries were coming from a small cul-de-sac about fifty yards back from the side street on which he was standing. "Why should I bother?" he thought. "What has that feller done for me?"

"For pity's sake, help!

Kurt ran to the cul-de-sac and burst upon a scene where an old man was being pushed about by a young scruff. He took a swing at the young scruff and immediately, as so often does happen, the bully took to his heels. "You're lucky I was here, comrade", Kurt exclaimed rather triumphantly.

The old man looked at him and shuffled away without saying a word. Kurt was amazed and shouted to the old man that he had been saved and had not even offered thanks.

Kurt walked off down the side street oblivious of everything except the anger that burnt within him.

About two weeks’ afterwards, Kurt and one of the local students were sitting outside a cafe talking over a cup of black coffee when an old man, familiar to Kurt, shuffled by. "Who is that man?" inquired Kurt. "Oh him, that is old Peter, a deaf and dumb mute, the poor fellow." Well, my friends, maybe you have changed your opinion on guardian Angels now. The cries of Help? Your guess is as good as mine, my friends.