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Then a stray mongrel wandered upon the scene one day and caused a great deal of excitement. •‘■YITHY, how do you do! Won’t VV you come in?” asked Mother as she opened the front door. Both Freddie and I looked up to see who the caller might be. The shades were drawn in the liv ing room, so we couldn’t see who was standing on the porch. Mother had darkened the room to protect Freddy’s eyes because Freddy had the measles. He was covered with a blanket and curled up on the day bed which had been moved down from upstairs. I was spread out on the floor with the erector set. We waited to see the unexpected visitor, and imagine our surprise when in walked a big brown dog. The newcomer trotted across the room to inspect me, and I patted him on the head. Then he went over to the day bed and nuzzled his big head against Freddy, as much as to say: “Hi, there. Bud, I’ve come to help you get well!" “O, gee, Mom," cried Freddy ex citedly, “a dog! Can we keep him, Mom? Where did he come from? What’s his name?” “Now, now, not so fast, son,” in terrupted Mother, as she settled Freddy under the blanket again. “He just came to the door when I went to get the mail, and I thought maybe he’d help you pass the time while you're closed up here with the measles. Do you like him?” "Boy. I’U say,” Freddy and I chanted in unison, “he’s swell!” The newcomer, who was busy in specting the premises, was just 1 dog; part airedale, part hound. He was big, grayish-brown, and would have passed for a genuine airedale I if he hadn’t had those big floppy, ; hound-dog ears. We had always wanted a dog but Dad said we didn’t have a place for a dog, and he wouldn’t have one if he had to keep it tied. “What’ll we call him. Mom?” I asked eagerly. "Why don’t you and Freddy fig ure that out for yourself, son,” she said as she went toward the kitchen to get dinner under way. All my life I had wanted people to call me Jack, because I liked it for a nickname; but all I ever heard was just plain John, so I said: "Let’s call him Jack, Freddy.” “Yeah—Jack’s a good name all right. Here, Jack, come over here, old boy!” he called to the dog. And Jack wagged his tail, put his big front paws up on the couch, and licked Freddy on the nose. “Gosh, look, John,” said Freddy, “he knows his name already.” We had a wonderful time with Jack until Dad came home. "What’s going on here?” he called when he saw the dog stretched out on the living room floor. “Where did that mongrel come from?” “He came to help me get well. Dad,” piped Freddy from his haven on the day bed. Freddy always could work Dad for most anything, and when he fin ished telling Dad how the dog just practically came up and knocked on the door to help Freddy get well. Dad just grinned and said grudg ingly: “Well, I guess we can keep him for a while . . . until you get well anyhow.” But after Freddy got well. Jack stayed. Dad kicked about it a little, but he finally agreed to let us have Jack if we kept him in the basement at night, and the dog didn’t get into any trouble. We both promised! But keeping Jack out of trouble was like trying to keep water from flowing down hill. Everything went along fine un til Mr. Westour came over to com plain that Jack had dug up his gar den to bury a bone. All our efforts to explain didn’t appease Dad very much, and he was disgusted. Then Jack chased Roush’s cat, and the cat got caught in the porch railing and couldn't get out until old man Roush sawed the railing loose. Naturally, he wasn’t too pleased about that. Dad was adamant by that time, and insisted Jack would have to go. He had found some farmer who would take the dog. But Jack had a knack for taking things into his own hands, or I guess we ought to say, his own paws! He had a habit of following us to school, but we’d usually chase him home after a block or two. But one morning, when the snow was com ing down pretty heavily. Jack trot ted along behind us. “Go back. Jack,” I shouted at him. “Go on home, old boy,” but the dog kept trotting along behind us. I threw stones at him and tried everything I could think of, but he kept coming right along. Nothing we could do would persuade him to go back. We knew we’d be late if we didn’t hurry, so we went on to school. As we entered the building, Freddy shouted to the dog: “You wait here till we come out. Jack!" I asked my teacher if I could bring Jack in, and she gave con sent if I would promise to keep him quiet. I hurried out to find him, but Jack had disappeared. HEN we got home that night, Mother asked: “Where’s Jack? I haven’t seen him all d$yA “He followed uf to school this morning. Mamma,” I explained, “but when I came out to get him, he was gone.” “Well, I suppose that saves your father the trouble of getting rid of him,” she said. “Take off your coats and hang them up to dry. You’re all wet from the snow.” No one had much to say at the supper table that night. Even Dad was pretty quiet, and he went to the window several times to look out before we went to bed. Two dejected little boys prayed fervently for the safe-keeping of a lost dog that night. We rolled and tossed all night long, wondering where our pet might be. That was the last we saw of Jack until about a month later. One of the neighbors said: “You know, I think I saw your dog this morning over at the Whit tier school. He was outside watch ing the children as they came out. I stopped the car and turned around, but by the time I went back to look for him, he was gone.” Mother replied that Jack was probably making the rounds of the schools looking for us. We kept searching and hoping, renewed by the news that Jack was still alive. But we didn’t have much time - to hunt for him, as I was practicing every night for a school play. The night of the play’s performance we almost found Jack again. During the second act, there was a lot of commotion near the back of the auditorium, and several ushers ran up and down the aisles. It was pretty hard for us to enact the scene with all that commotion going on in the auditorium. On the way home, I asked Mom what the noise was, and she laughed. “I think it was your old friend," she replied. “What do you mean. Mom?” I questioned. “Why a dog got in during the play and made a bee-line for the stage when the ushers caught him. I looked around to see four of them dragging him up the aisle, and it looked for all the world like Jack.” “But let’s go back and look for /ilm,” I cried. “Your father and I did look for him, son, as soon as the play was over,” said Mother as the car turned in the driveway at home. “But we couldn’t find him anywhere. I guess we're just not supposed to have him back anymore.” But two days later, just as sud denly as he had gone, Jack came home! Freddy was out shoveling snow off the sidewalk, and Jack came bounding up the street just like he’d never been away from home. Everyone welcomed him back, and even Dad didn't say a word. But our pleasure in our dog didn't last long. About a month later. Jack was lying on the front porch. Teddy Long, a tot about two who lived across the street from us, was playing on the sidewalk in front of his house. He toddled toward the curb, and was climbing down into the street when Jack leaped to the center of the street, barking furi ously at the youngster. Just then a car came around the comer, and struck Jr.c':. Jack wasn’t dead, but nearly all his ribs were broken. Dad sat up with him through two long nights, feeding him and nurs ing him, but old Jack'just couldn’t make it. Our only consolation was that Jack had undoubtedly sacrificed his life to save little Teddy; for the car could have struck the youngster just as easily. But this was a logic dif ficult for youngsters to understand. Freddy cried as though his heart would break, and I guess I was pretty tearful myself. After waiting so long to get our dog back, it was pretty tough, hav ing to lose him so soon. Things were so glum around the house that Mother decided we ought to have a party to cheer things up. But it was no use . . . nothing could take the place of our lost dog. Even when spring came and Dad took 114 on a fishing trip, something was missing. We were sitting on the porch one afternoon waiting for Dad to come home for supper. Freddy sighed and said: “Poor old Jack.” Mother asked, “Boys, you’re sure ly not moaning about that dog yet, are you?” Just then Dad swung the car into the driveway. From along side the house, we heard him honk the horn. Freddy ran to see what he wanted. Suddenly, he burst around the cor ner of the house, carrying a squirm ing puppy in his arms and shouting: "Hey, Mom, look vj'hat Daddy brought home. He’s our new dog. Mom . . . and you know what his name is. Mom? His name is Jack!” Mom looked at Dad and smiled, and I thought I saw just the least sign of a tear in the comer of Dad’f eye, as the new puppy kissed Fred dy on the nose. Hi - vening {j'v&yex his is a holy time—be Sill, be Sill; ^Glace tAb// A child's white prayer is winging its Sure | ,-vvfe j - J mm Up to die throne of God. Across the sill The laS red light fades from the winter day, As a young mother who is very wise Is teaching a child to pray. Two tall white candles bum beside her chait. Piercing the dusk; they center in the eyes Of the kneeling child like twin fiats shining there; They glimmer through the twilight of the room. And make a halo of the mother’s hair. Brighter than the candles or the sunset light Will be the fruit bom of this precious hour The planted seed of frith will bear a white Incredible flower. And trufi implanted in a child’s heart may Bear wonder-fruit some future day. Oh, teach her well to pray! But keeping Jack out of trouble was like trying to keep water from flowing downhill. SCRIPTURE: The Book of Job. DEVOTIONAL READING: Job 23:3-10. Drama in the Bible Lesson for November 7, 1948 ■•WgBMMqi Dr. Foreman T homas carlyle, a crusty dyspeptic but a literary artist of no small skill, was visiting a Christian friend. In the morning at family prayers (so the story goes) his host put into his hands a copy of the Bible and asked him to read a chapter. Carlyle opened at the first chapter of Job; read it—read on to the next and the next and the next — qpd refused to stop reading till he Jiad finished all 42 chapters. Job is like that. It Is a book you hate to put down. In all the Bible it is the outstanding example of the drama; a drama of conflict in which the opposing forces are not people* as much as ideas. • • • The Characters T HE characters at first are three: God, Satan and a man named Job. Job is a good man, in fact God calls him perfect. He is also pros perous, and thereby hangs the tale. For one fateful day God and Saufn have a conversation about this man. The Lord inquires if Satan has seen him, and how good be is. Oh yes. Satan says airily, he has seen him. but he does not think highly of his “goodness ” He is too well paid for it. He has a large and happy family, and has immense wealth; wh£ shouldn't he be good? Take away his prosperty and he wiB curse you to your face, Satan sneers. So God lets Satan work his malice on the man. In a ter rible series of disasters, one rnshing on another’s heels, everything Job has owned van ishes. His children are killed by storm and fire, and Job is left a childless, penniless man. But Job will not complain; his faith in God still does not waver. So when next Satan reports to God, the Almighty asks again: Did you see ray servant Job? He holds fast to his integrity. Ah, yes, sneers the unbelieving fiend. Yes, but he still has his health. He can have another family, another fortune. Make life itself so miserable that he will long to die, and then you will see his goodness vanish, then he surely will curse you to your face. So God let Satan do his worst— Do all you can to himf God says, only leave him alive. And then Job is made horribly and painfully iu, he cannot sleep for the torture of boils covering him from head to foot. Three of his friends come to visit him. For seven days they sit in silence, and then begins a great debate, with ( Job on one side and his friends on the other: Why must such things be? Why must good people suffer? • • * Was Job Real? D ON’T ask: Was Job a real char acter, or a made-up one like Hamlet and Macbeth? It is very likely there was once upon a time some man by that name who suf fered in that way, and that he had friends, not too sympathetic, who talked it over with him. * As Hamlet and Macbeth were his torical characters, whom Shakes peare used with high art to express profound ideas, so the author of Job may well have used the trials of some man he knew, or knew ot to express truths about a problem as profound and widespread as the human race. For Job most sorely is real: his local name may be Smith or Jones, and he may be living just around the corner from you. Indeed, sooner or later every man’s name Is Job. Sooner or later, every thought ful person has to face the tragedy of human suffering: Why must such things be? • • • Suffering Is Test T HERE is, however, one solution which comes out in the course of the drama. It is not a theoretical solution; that is, it does not alto gether answer the question, WHY must men suffer? It does tell us WHAT we can do about it Suffering is a test: A test of man’s faith and real goodness. “When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold,” Job says. (23:10.) The test of a ship Is not the quiet waters of the har bor but the roaring open sea; the test of a man is not comfort but stress and pain. To have faith in God only when we are well-fed and softly cushioned is not faith at its best. Faith and goodness prove their reality only when they hold together even when torn by the nails of a cross. (Copyright br tie Internrtionrl Council of RotigiouM Education on behalf ot 40 Protestant denominations. Released by WSV Features.) Blouse and Skirt Pair Is Ideal for Juniors 8261 IMS Junior Wardrobe y OU’LL never tire of this smart, * well-tailored blouse and skirt pair. A “must” in every junior wardrobe—ideal for the business gal, too. Choose a pretty, bright wool plaid, for instance, for the skirt, and crisp white for the blouse—have short or long cuffed sleeves. 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