THE ANGEL OF THE LORD ENCAMPS
Leisurely folding the weeks wash, Mrs. Jones thought contentedly, “The house is empty, maybe I will be able to do some of my chores before my husband and the children return from their walk in the park..” Suddenly she heard a commanding voice, “Run to the creek .” Bewildered, she looked around, wondering “Who could have called, there was no one in the house!”
“Run to the creek,” the voice repeated. Perturbed, she again looked up from the ironing board, musing, “Who could that be, I distinctly heard a voice ” she put the iron down, for a minute, and then resumed her chore.
“Run to the creek now” the voice was louder and more insistent than it had been the first and second time. Putting her iron away hastily, Mrs. Jones hurried out the door and ran down to the edge of the creek and looked around. In a depression on the bank of the stream she saw a child’s hand protruding from the sand. Seizing it she pulled out little Harry, the neighbors son. As she shook him free of the sandy soil, he cried out, “Jimmy is in there too.”