Lou and his young wife, Edith, lived on a small farm in upper Michigan, the last mail box on the lane. It was a lonely, tough life out on the farm, but the newly married couple was happy as they had one another and their daily bread. One morning in early summer after Lou had gone out to the field to mow hay, a stranger came riding into the farm yard. He hitched up his horse at the post, as was fitting, but failed to come straight to the house. Rather he first checked out the barn, checked out the shed and rather reconnoitered all around, before he addressed his steps towards the house.
Edith had taken all of this in from the window with growing anxiety. By the time the knock sounded on the door she was terrified. Initially, she thought not to answer the door, but realizing he might break the door down, she went and opened it partially and asked fearfully, “Yes, what do you want?”
The stranger, peering at her, asked in a toneless voice, “Are you alone?”
Edith wanted anything but to be alone with this surly chap. In her fright she blurted out, “NO! My husband’s in the attic!” And to add rhetorical force to her contention, she turned and called out: “Hey Lou!”
A voice, that of her husband, responded immediately: “Yea, what is it? I’ll be right down!”
That the stranger’s intentions were less than honorable could be read both by the expression on his face and the fact he backed down the steps, jumped on his horse and high tailed it out of there!
Edith too was completely taken aback; she had thought that Lou was out in the field mowing hay. She hastened up to the attic to see what Lou was doing there, but there was no one there!
Once, when narrating this story at a day of recollection, I asked the crowd, “Whose Guardian Angel do you think that was, Edith’s or Lou’s?” A young lady responded wonderfully, saying, “I’d like to think it was the rider’s Guardian Angel, keeping him out of trouble!”
(Told by the woman’s daughter, mother of a priest acquaintance; Michigan, early 20th Century)