114 I The Breeze of the Spirit

with a benediction. Feet shuffled and the hum of conversation filled the room. The blond model turned astonished eyes on her escort. She was expressing complete bewilderment as, taking his arm, they pressed toward the lobby where the group of Princeton students were standing like lurking beasts of prey.

“Look here,” one said, “we don’t think you should go to Chicago tonight.” A large chap politely blocked his way. “You’ve heard what Sam said about the walls between undergraduate Princeton and the Theological Seminary down there. We’re in touch with both undergraduates and “theologs”—some of them blatant agnostics—but they’d listen to you.” Another chimed in. “We’ll round up a lot of guys tomorrow night, and as a special bonus I believe Sam would come along too. How about it?”

The lawyer sat down heavily on a bench, twisting uncomfortably. “This is impossible! But to convince you I’ll try one ‘phone call home.”

Astonishingly enough, the old words, “Man proposes, God disposes,” once more proved their validity. The Chicago call from the Calvary House hallway ‘phone went through directly to his father. Before Yager had a chance to say more than his opening “Hello,” the words came back, “Oh, Yager. Glad you called. I’ve been trying to reach you. The opposing trial counsel ‘phoned unexpectedly and asked for a continuance from the Friday trial date.” Mr. Cantwell senior said he had agreed to this, had called their client, and notified the witnesses not to appear as scheduled. Nothing else required Yager’s presence in Chicago. “Stay as long as you like,” was the older man’s hearty comment. “That is, so long as you get back for the ‘M. case’ on Wednesday.”

Slightly stunned, Yager hung up. Then for the third time he cancelled his flight to Chicago.

Friday sparkled in the autumn air. The streets and buildings of New York City looked rather empty and unusually clean. Yager rose late, having stayed up half the night in a restaurant listening to his beautiful companion talk about her faltering beliefs and her doubt that God could be particularly interested in her small business world.

Early in the afternoon Yager and Sam drove to Princeton. The fifty miles sped by as Yager, completely fascinated, listened to Sam’s account of a string of stories about undergraduates in several universities who had recently found faith. Just before the car