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HON CORNER
OLD SHOE
By JOHN H. HOSE
Terry was just an old shoe, and when the new assistant pastor came
to town Marg found herself dreaming of this utterly different person in
serious terms—that is, until Terry proved that old shoes were the most
comfortable after all.
T HE screen door slammed behind
Terry, disturbing the quiet of
Sunday afternoon up and down
Fourth street. It wasn’t the gentle
slap with which screen doors are
apt to close when released casual
ly. There was a revolver-like bang
of one wooden frame forcibly meet
ing another. .
In quick succession followed the
whirr of a starter and the clash of
rapidly meshing gears.
"Well! He cettainly left in a
hurry," said Mamie as she re
moved her apron. "What in heav
en’s name did you do to him,
Marg?” f
“Oh, he’s just an old sorehead!”
replied Marg jo her mother’s ques
tion. "We were talking about
something to do for this after
noon, and when I said I wasn’t
interested in stalking through the
woods to observe the beauties of
Nature, he got huffy and went
tearing out the door. That’s all
there was to it! What’s more. I
don’t care if he never returns,”
she added as an after thought.
“But it’s so unusual for Terry to
act like that,” sighed Mamie, as
she eased her rather ample self
into an unoccupied chair in the
Langley living room. “Maybe the
dinner didn’t agree with him?”
Mamie was always concerned with
the reaction of others to the per
fection of her culinary art.
“He sure ate plenty, if that’s
what you mean,” muttered John
Langley from behind his newspa
per.
Marg sat on the arm of the
davenport, staring vacantly up the
street in the wake of the depart
ing automobile. She and Terry Ul
rich had been going together for
three years, had kftown each other
since high school days. Everyone
expected them to be married some
day, and until last month, Marg
had more or less planned on it
herself. But that was before the
advent of Tom Prentiss.
“I shouldn’t have been so sar
castic with Terry,” thought Marg
to herself as the family continued
to discuss the somewhat abrupt
departure of her intended, “but I
wish he’d have an original idea
just once. I'm so sick of his small
town ways and hick notions.” Her
revery was interrupted by the
syrupy voice of her sister-in-law,
Blanche.
“I think 1 know where the trou
ble lies," drawled Blanche in her
easy flowing, but somewhat ag
gravating tone. “She’s like all the
other girls at church ever since
that new assistant pastor came.
All you ever hear them talk about
is Tom Prentiss. Don't tell me
you’ve fallen for him too, Marg?”
“Blanche, dear, you can be so
tiresome at times,” retorted Marg.
“Since you folks are all so con
cerned with Terry’s rude depar
ture, I’ll leave the discussion with
you. I’m going to take a nap.”
This wasn't the first time that
Blanche had casually read Marg’s
thoughts and feelings. Marg threw
herself across the bed, after turn
ing down the coverlet and kicking
her shoes off onto the floor. How
did Blanche know about Tom Pren
tiss. though? Was it so very
obvious?
The soft breeze of the Indian
summer Sunday stirred the ruffled
dimity curtains which hung at her
window,, and Maig thought about
Tom Prentiss.
Rev. Brown had introduced Tom
to the choir members about five
minutes before rehearsal time
eight or nine weeks earlier. He
was the new assistant pastor, and
would havq charge of all youth
work, as well as the musical pro
gram of the church. During that
first hour of rehearsal, the mem
bers of the choir had felt that Tom
was a bib overbearing and arro
gant. But the sureness with which
he guided them through the diffi
cult passages of the anthem for the
following Sunday made them real
ize that this poised young man was
really a topnotch musician.
After they had gone into the
church sanctuary to practice with
the organ, they were more con
vinced than ever that the new as
sistant was a youthful genius.
Enthusiasm for Tom Prentiss
was contagious. The following Sun
day the congregation buzzed after
services with talk of the new pas
tor. Several said the choir had
never sung so well, and the young
ladies of the congregation were
aware of his good looks, too.
John Langley was an elder of
the church, so a few Sundays after
Prentiss’ arrival, John invited him
to the humble abode on North
Fourth Street to delve into the
wonders of Mamie Langley’s cook
ery. And Marg had a chance to
observe Tom at close range.
Throughout the meal, he spar
kled with brilliant bits of conver
sation, and fairly captured Mamie’s
heart by'storing away huge quan
tities of food. After dinner, he had
insisted upon coming into the
kitchen to help with the dishes. 'He
expressed admiration for Mamie’s
art, and went with John Into the
rose garden to express his admira
tion for John’s horticulture.
“What a marvelous personality
he has,” she thought to herself
now, two weeks later. What other
man ever came into this house for
Sunday dinner and wound up in
the kitchen afterward drying
dishes? He was so common and
nice. Quite a contrast to Terry
who, like her father, retreated 'to
the living room to sleep and read
after gorging himself to the satu
ration point. And the wonderful
walk they had taken after dinner
out along the reservoir path! Tom
had told Marg all about himself.
“Terry was nice, too," she
thought, “but well . . . Terry didn’t
say clever things like Tom. And
he wasn’t gallant. Terry did the
right things at the right time, to
be sure, but he lacked the dash and
charm which the young cleric lent
to everything he did. Terry was
“Why, sure, I’d love to,” re
plied Marg happily. “Just wait
until I get my hat.”
more handsome, but Terry was
definitely old shoe. . Comfortable,
congenial, good quality, but not
exciting.
She sat up abruptly on the bed,
pulling her knees up to her chin,
and cocking her head to one side
at her image in the mirror. She
said aloud to herself,
“Marg, you’re being simple
about this man. He doesn’t even
know you’re alive.”
From the distant confines of the
house, the soft notes of the door
chime interrupted her rumination.
She listened to see if she could
identify the voice of the visitor.
Hearing muffled mannish tones, she
decided to investigate. Perhaps
Terry had returned.
Patting her soft curls into place,
she dabbed a bit of powder on her
nose before going down to the liv
ing room. She was quite surprised
to see that the caller was the much
thought-about Mr. Prentiss.
“Why, hello, Marg,” he greeted
her as she entered the room, “I
was just out extending invitations
to the choir members for a big
steak fry we’re planning for Friday
evening at the lake. You’ll be
there, of course?”
“You know you can count on me,
Tom,” replied Marg, brightening
noticeably in the presence of the
j young minister. “And you’d better
add an extra pound of steak, be
cause my appetite’s pretty keen in
the open air,” she added gayly.
“If you’re not doing anything im
portant, Marg,” continued Tom,
“I’d like to have you go along with
me to notify the other members.”
“Why, sure. I’d love to,” re
plied Marg happily. “Just wait un
til I get my hat.”
A few minutes later, they left
the house in a whirl of excitement.
Mamie watched them placidly, ana
then she remarked to Blanche,
“You know, Blanchie, I wouldn’t
be at all surprised if you were
right about Marg and that young
preacher.”
Marg and Tom chatted noisily as
they drove from place to place, but
if Tom was awye of Marg’s feel
ings for him, he didn’t reveal it.
Marg found Terry quite recov
ered from his anger when she saw
him the following Friday at the
steak fry. In fact, he greeted her
as though nothing had really hap
pened the previous Sunday.
“Hi, Marg,” he shouted to her
when she arrived with a group of
friends. “Come on over and help
me build this fire!”
Marg returned his greeting and
sauntered to where Terry and sev
eral other young men were build
ing the big fire.
“Where is everyone?” she asked.
“Most of them are meeting at
the church,” said Terry. “We came
out ahead to get the fire really.
Who brought you?”
“Jane Perkins brought four of
the girls out from work,” replied
Marg. “We didn’t even bother to
go home; just met Janey at the
square.”
“Oh,” said Terry. “Well, make
yourself useful. You can cut those
buns in that big box over there
on the table.”
“O. K„” replied Marg good-
naturedly. While she was cutting
the buns, Terry came over to patch
things up.
“I’m sorry about last Sunday,
Marg,” he said. “I guess I was a
bit rude.”
“Oh, forget it, Terry,” she said,
“I wasn’t very nice either.” Their
conversation was interrupted by
the arrival of the others. The
noisy group came tumbling out of
the cars. Marg didn’t notice the
lovely, blonde girl with Tom Pren
tiss in the bustle of the arrival.
But a few minutes later, she was
brought face to face with the
stranger when Tom introduced
them.
“Here’s Marg Langley, honey,”
he said to the young woman at his
side. “She’s the best alto in the
choir. Marg, I want you to meet
Louise, my fiancee.”
Marg tried to cover her sur
prised confusion, and she wondered
if Louise Collins hadn’t seen how
surprised she had been when Tom
introduced her as his fiancee.
After the group had satiated its
appetite on the steaks and other
refreshment, they gathered along
the shore of the lake to sing the old
songs. Marg felt Terry slide into
the grass beside her, and wondered
if he knew. When they were sing
ing “Love’s Old Sweet Song,” he
gently slid his hand into her own,
and a little thrill tingled through
her as he whispered:
“Marg, do you know you’re really
lovely with the moonlight in your
hair? How would you like those
two bright stars up there for ear
rings?”
“Why, Terry,” Marg answered
quietly, “what a beautiful speech.
What’s got into you?”
“Gee, Marg . . .” he stammered,
“Ever since I can remember I’ve
dreamed about you and me . . .
how lovely you are, but I’m not
very good at making speeches . . .
or making love, for that matter
. . . but here tonight by the lake,
the moonlight, the fire and every
thing .. I guess any guy’d want
to say something nice to the most
wonderful girl in the world,
wouldn’t he?”
Marg returned the pressure of
his hand as she brushed aside the
guilty thought that she had doubt
ed her love for Terry. Terry wasn’t
such a bad stick after ; all, and
maybe she’d ask the Rev. Tom
Prentiss to officiate at their wee
ding in the spring. That would be
a nice touch at that!
The voices floated out over the
waters of the lake, and Marg
turned to look into Terry’s earnest
eyes.
“Terry,” she whispered, “you’re
so nice—so comfortable!”
Jute A Mountain Apart
Grace Noll Crowell
W HENEVER the Master could. He Stole
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And over-burdened . .. God, it would be good
To seek a mountain side and find Thee there.
Christ Sole away at evening to the hills.
So should we go, the press of the day’s work done,
To seek some quiet place where the luSt light spills
The radiant splendor of the setting sun,
'And kneel to pray. How often we have lost
The way to solitude, and at such coso!
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SCRIPTURE: Matthew S; Luke 3:1- j
23a: 7:18-35: John 1:19-34.
DEVOTIONAL READING: Luke 1:59-
67. 76-80. l
No Greater Prophet
Lesson for January 23, 1949
ALL the characters in his- I
tory, which one do you ad
mire most?” We know how Jesus
answered that interesting question.
He had a great ar
ray of personages
from whom to
make his selection.
But he took as the
Great Man of all
time, up to his own
generation, no he
roic figure from
the past, no king,
general, scholar or
prophet. The great
est man, for Jesus
at least one so great that he
could think of none greater—was
one of his own contemporaries, a
- cousin of his who was in jail at the
time when Jesus said of him,
“Among those bom of women none
is greater than John.” Known to us
as John the Baptist, that is, John
the Baptizer, we seldom realize
i either his greatness or the close
connection between his life and
that of Jesus.
John of the Jordan
W E DO not know how much
Jesus himself owed to John.
We do know that John was the man
who first called the publics atten
tion to Jesus. John it was who gave
some of Jesus’ most important dis
ciples their first training; John who
introduced to Jesus, and turned
over to him, some of his own, fol
lowers. It may be significant too
that Jesus’ first preaching was iden
tical with that of John (compare
Matthew 3:2 and 4:17).
Some Christian scholars have
gone so far as to suppose ihat
it was John’s preaching that
stirred the young 'carpenter
from Nazareth to leave his shop
and begin his great work as
teacher.
Whether this is so or not, we do
know that it was the baptizing by
John which led to the baptism of
Jesus, and that Jesus’ baptism was
the turning-point between Jesus’
private life and his short and
stormy public career. It is quite
clear that if there had been no
John the Baptizer, the story of
Jesus would have been very differ,
ent from what it actually was.
• * •
Otily a Voice
J OHN’S own picture of himself is
not a picture at all. When they
asked him to say what he was, and
half-expected him to declare that
he was the Messiah, the long-
looked for King, John said only, “I
am the voice of one crying in the
wilderness.”
John, so far as we know,
never accepted dinner invita
tions, he was never under the
roof of any friend, and he had
no roof of his own. People even
called him demon-possessed, he
was so far removed from ordi
nary life.
But Jesus was always in peop’a’s
homes. That is one reason why ie
greatness of John fades before the
greatness of Jesus, for a Voice
makes a poor companion. Jesus
had the human sympathy that John
lacked, and John well knew thig.
“He must increase, but f must de
crease,” he said.
* • *
Repentance: Seed and Fruit
N evertheless the voice
spoke truth. John must have
been a powerful preacher, for his
meetings were held miles from the
nearest town, so that to reach him
from Jerusalem one would have to
travel through wild country in
fested with bandits. Few modern
preachers, without benefit of ad
vertising, music or choir, without
even a tent, would dare to start a
revival meeting 15 rough miles 'out
of town. But John did—-and the
people came in crowds. We do not
have the full report of his preach
ing that we have of the preaching
of Jesus, but we do know that he
broke the hard crust of his listen
ers’ conscience.
He made them see how unfit
they were for the Kingdom of
God for which they prayed; he
broke down their pride till they
went down to the Jordan and
were baptized under the open
sky, in public confession of
their sins.
When men asked him. What shall
we do? John did not have the full
er, higher message that Jesus later
had. Bu,t he did make plain two
things about the good life, the life
that pleases God: it cannot even
begin without repentance and con
fession of sin, but it does not end
there. Repentance is not a simple
granite milestone on life’s way; it
is a seed which if it is real will
bear fruit.
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