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Continued from page 42 chair and, that done, put the other end through the window. With an agility that belied her years she climbed over the sill and with the strange new strength of her small hands, she lowered herself until her feet were only a few inches above the earth. She picked up the books and quickly but quietly walked out through the gateway of the Rockhaven Sanitarium in Glendale, California, and with a firm fast step disappeared into the night. She walked to the west. For how long she did not know. From time to time she would stop in front of a church, inspect it carefully and then sadly turn and continue on. When she was tired she went into the next church and rested. With her spirit and body renewed she started out again. Woman in white Dawn came, the sun rose and burned its way through the morning into the afternoon. Only a few curious passersby noticed the slight woman in white nurse-like dress. She did not notice them. Her eyes were only for the thing she sought and she could not find it. She spoke to no one but went from church to church clutching the books under her arm. The sun finally finished with that part of the little woman’s world, descended, leaving the dusk and the night once more. The small woman was tired now. She had had nothing to eat or drink. Her fruitless search had wearied her and she was growing cold. Then she saw a church that looked more like a well-kept home. She studied the sign on the lawn which told her it was the Lakeview Terrace Baptist Church and that Rev. J. Brian Reid was its pastor. Inside the dark church she prayed for a few moments and then, as if she had been there before, she walked through a doorway to the rear of the building and stopped before a closet. She opened the door and a soothing, welcome draft of warm air drifted out from a water heater. She nodded her head, went in, closed the door behind her, curled up on the floor in the darkness and fell asleep. At 9:15 the next morning Rev. Reid, on his way to his study in the rear of the church, found the woman sitting on the steps. She arose as he approached and with just the bare trace of a sad smile said, “If you are Rev. Reid, I’ve been waiting for you.” The pastor said he was Rev. Reid. “She was very calm and cool,” Rev. Reid said. “And she was, without reservation, the kind of a person to whom your heart goes out.” The minister asked if there was anything he could provide for her in the way of help or counsel. He would like to help. IN THE OCTOBER ISSUE OF TV RADIO MIRROR, NOW ON SALE, READ: Why the mother of three told police: “I AM MRS. ELVIS PRESLEY!” The story of a girl going about swank Beverly Hills telling the world she is the wife of Elvis, mother of his three children — and being believed. The fascinating story of two dissimilar women: WHAT LIZ TAYLOR KNOWS ABOUT STEALING A MAN! WHAT CAROL BURNETT KNOWS ABOUT MARRYING HIM! Both wanted their man and got him. READ ABOUT LIZ TAYLOR AND CAROL BURNETT IN TV RADIO MIRROR NOW ON SALE DINA MERRILL How do you tell a child his daddy doesn’t live here anymore? KITTY KALLEN “When doctors failed me, my son found the answer!” JUNE ALLYSON Where will I ever find a man like Dick? BUY YOUR COPY OF OCTOBER TV RADIO MIRROR ON SALE NOW WHEREVER MAGAZINES ARE SOLD!