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Dean of The Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
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Sheila lay awake long after her
mother had crept noiselessly into
bed beside her.
Peter had wanted to see her. Well,
what else could he do? He could
hardly pretend that that last half-
hour of theirs, that tremendous end-
ing to their great day, had not pe-
cur red at all. 2
They had met at a hotel lupchi
LESSON TEXT—Hosea 6:1-7; 14:4-9.
GOLDEN TEXT—If we confess our
sins, he. is faithful and just to forgive
us our sins, and to cleanse us from all
unrighteousness.—I John 1:9.
Sheila Carscadden, blue-eyed, reddish-haired and 21, loses her job in New
York by offering useful but unwelcome suggestions to her boss. Typically
feminine, she chooses that time to show her "new” purse—which she bought
at a second-hand store, to her cousin, Cecilia Moore. The purse revives
memories of a boy she had met the previous summer—a boy whose first
name, all she remembered, was Peter. At home that evening, waiting for
her, are her mother; Joe, her brother, and Angela, her crippled sister. Joe,
too, has lost his job. During the not-so-happy evening Angela finds fifty dol-
lars in a secret pocket in Sheila’s purse. They are both happy at the dis-
covery, only to be disheartened when Mrs. Carscadden tells Sheila the money
must be returned to the person whose initials and street number are on the
purse. Sheila is going to return the money dressed in an ancient outfit. Then,
she feels, the owner will reward her liberally. She looks upon the escapade
as a lark. She feels different when she enters the magnificent home, for the
occupants prove to be the Me Cann family, old friends, now wealthy, of
Sheila’s father. And there’ she sees Peter, her acquaintance of the previous
summer!
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healing. “Today, if ye will hear his
voice, harden not your hearts” (Ps.
95:7, 8.)
1. God Calling Sinners (6:1, 2).
Time Hangs Heavy
In Scales of Justice
TULSA, OKLA.—Even judges
can be mistaken.
Attorneys waited impatiently in
Common Pleas court for the Sat-
eurday session to start. The min-
utes went by and finally the clerk
called the judge’s home.
“Oh, no, you’re mistaken,” said
the judge blithely. “I don’t have a
docket until Saturday.”
“This,” said the clerk, “is Sat-
urday.”
COLUMBIA, S. C.—After a 35,000-
mile trek, Miss Lyra Ferguson of
Reeds, Mo., is still looking for a job.
She found plenty of jobs all right,
but she wants more. In 43 weeks
she found 43 jobs, each one in a
representative industry of a differ-
ent state. But she quits each one
after a few days aboring.
The reason—she’s writing a book.
Miss Ferguson, who drives her
own car, said she didn’t depend on
her jobs for expenses. She said she
saved money for six years before
starting the jaunt, and she has
enough to see her through the re-
maining five states.
Among the things she has tried
are milking cows, cooking, working
on a dude ranch, washing greens
and working in a cannery. In South
Carolina she sought a job in the
textile industry.
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Sheila was nervous in the office
the next morning; always pale, to-
day she was unwontedly pale. The
other girls looked at her respect-
fully; they knew that she had been
fired, and although to their care-free
ranks this meant little, yet it was
impressive to have the invincible
Sheila Carscadden subdued and
complaining of headache and of a
bad night.
(to be Continued)
The great loving heart of God of the historic market which has
longs after wayward men. Though : been held without interruption for
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sin, but He loves sinners and is
eager that they should repent and
receive His forgiveness. God even
loves the backslider, the one who
has been in fellowship with Him,
tasted the joys of the eternal prom-
ised land and then turned back to
the fleshpots of the world. This is
the special message of the book of
Hosea, for he deals with a backslid-
ing and rebellious Israel, so deter-
mined to turn against God’s love
that they are described in 11:7 (R.
V.) as being “bent on backsliding.”
Israel failed to heed God’s warn-
ing, did not respond to His loving
call, and went on to judgment.
May none of us be so foolish and
stubborn. God is now calling sin-
or tell me how many pairs of shoes
I’d buy thim in a mont’,” with some
dim yet still smouldering memory
of settlement workers’ long-ago
visit.
“Mamma,” Sheila began, now
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“Here,” said Mrs. Mc Cann, in
her gentle voice and with her gen-
tle smile, "these’ll go well with
the bag. They’re Monica’s—she’s
up at Kenwood, and she’ll be glad
for an excuse to get new ones.”
Her hands lingered in motherly
fashion about Sheila, as she helped
to put them on. She smiled at the
results, and Mamie brought her
hands together with one convulsive
clap of triumph.
Sheila, her sense of shame deep-
ening every second, hung her head
as she stood before them. It was
all like a nightmare. Their warmth,
their kindness; their goodness were
all completely disarming.
“You’ve the purse, dear, and the
money in it. And tell Mamma that
Judge Me Cann was one of your
papa’s old friends, and that I’ll be
over tomorrow to have a little talk
with her. And you’ve your nickel
for the subway—?”
“You’re awfully kind to me, Mrs.
Me Cann,” Sheila could only mum-
ble. She had completely abandoned
the brogue, but neither of the other
women was apt to notice the omis-
sion.
“Kind, my dear! When the Lord
has been so good to me,” Ellen Me
Cann said humbly. She went with
Sheila across the wide hallway
again; it was darkened now, but
there was still a dim indication of
lighted lamps beyond the library
archway, and in some smaller room
there were subdued laughter and
the sound of voices. Mrs. Mc Cann
herself opened the big front door for
her guest.
together—alone in the mob—at the
barbecue and clam-bake supper,
they had danced at the Casino—
strolled out into the moonshine to
talk, danced again.
The others had been singing; Shei-
la and Peter had sung, too, and it
had seemed to them that their very
souls had risen to Heaven on the
strains of “There’s a Long, Long
Trail,” and “The End of a Perfect
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Sheila sat silent beside him, and
could make no answer.
“We’ve been engaged five years,”
Frank went on.
“That’s a long time.”
“It’s a good test of mutual affec-
tion,” the man said in satisfaction.
This handsome oldest son of Judge
Mc Cann was well pleased with
himself, Sheila decided.
“Peter and Gertrude,” he re-
sumed, “were a little quicker about
it. They’ve grown up like brother
and sister, of course; we’re all de-
voted to Gertrude. But Miss Ken-
nedy and I wanted to be sure. •
“We haven’t so very long to go,
now. June. Then I think we’ll run
over to Europe and stay until Sep-
tember.”
“It sounds wonderful,” Sheila ob-
served respectfully.
“Well, it’s time I settled down,”
Frank said. “I’m twenty-seven.” He
laughed, with relish.
“Are you four years older than
Peter?”
It had slipped out. Sheila’s very
soul shriveled with terror. There
was a’ sudden change in Frank’s
voice; it became less sure, less pa-
God loves sinners! This is the
message of the Bible. God. hates
sound of radios, phonographs, quar-
rels, voices echoed from behind
closed doors.
Her heart smoldered; she stood
still. One look at Peter Mc Cann,
and the agony of that enchanted
summer day and night—they had
had but the one—was upon her
afresh. He had lied to her, kissed
her, and she had believed him, wait-
ed for him, while he had been court-
ing and winning a rich man’s daugh-
ter, a beautiful girl in a slim suit
and furs, who could lose fifty dol-
lars without ever knowing it.
And now beside all that, Sheila
would be made contemptible in the
eyes of these friends who had loved
her father, who wanted to be kind
to Mamma. They would discover
that she had been play-acting, that
she had been a hypocrite.
Even before this oldest son she
must appear as an impostor. She
was no such artless little angel as
she had seemed in the Mc Cann
house. Mamma would bawl her out
tomorrow; the President himself
couldn’t make Mamma lie. And
then all of them, Mrs. Mc Cann and
Gertrude, and Frank, would know
that their pathetic little beggar had
been no beggar at all, just a bluffer.
Mamie would know, and Peter would
hear them discussing it—
She suddenly remembered the pa-
per in her hand, unfolded it, and
read it by the hall light.
“Be at the Maritime Law Library,
top floor—four-thirty tomorrow,” Pe-
ter had written. “I’ve got to see
you.”
“I see myself going!” Sheila mut-
tered.
Fortunately, even after entering
the kitchen, she had a few minutes
in which to recover herself. Joe
and Cecilia Moore were there, mur-
muring at the table. No one else
was in sight.
Presently Angela and Mamma re-
turned, and then the new coat and
hat had to be handled and admired?
and the story told and retold.
“The loveliest people you ever
saw, Mamma—they’re all so happy
and so kind, and laughing together!”
“Paul Me Cann, I rimimber the
name well,” Sheila’s mother mused.
“He was a square-built feller, wk
a head of black hair on m."
“That’s the one, Ma.”
“They were fine people,” Mrs.
Carscadden said.
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yacht races together, they had been : LESSON^
ing as an old friend—how could I
stop her! If you’ll only be decent to
her, Mamma, if you’ll only be just
polite—”
“Polite to one and all I’ll ever
be—” her mother began, in an un-
yielding tone, “but beholden to one
I niver seen—”
“Oh, Mamma, for heaven’s sake!
Beholden! ”
Sheila was tired, emotionally sha-
ken, close to tears. Joe spoke sud-
denly.
“You made her think we were
something we aren’t, Sheila, and
even if it was only a joke, it seems
to me that it isn’t fair to drag Ma
into it. If Mrs. Mc Cann- really
does come tomorrow, which she
probably won’t, why, Mamma will
have to explain to her that it was
just some of your nonsense!”
“I get a chance to meet people
like that, and then you queer it!”
Sheila muttered bitterly.
“Maybe she’ll just think it was
funny, Sheila!” Angela said.
“Who but you would ever think of
such a thing!” Cecilia, who enor-
mously admired the spirit of the
younger girl, said, shaking her head.
“Oh, that one!” Mrs. Carscadden
observed, with a glance for Sheila;
a glance in which motherly pride,
mollified resentment, and a desire
to show herself friendly again were
all blended. “You couldn’t stop that
one wit’ a thruck!” she claimed.
It was a boast. Sheila felt the
friendlier atmosphere, and but for
that scalding memory of Peter,
might have been reasonably confi-
dent and content as she went to bed.
As it was, a jealous confusion of
thoughts and fears raged in her
heart. She hated Gertrude, because
she was lovely and rich and be-
loved and happy, and she hated Pe-
ter, because she, Sheila, loved him.
She got into bed, seeming to the
interested and talkative Angela to
be in a strangely unresponsive
mood.
Day.”
Afterward there had been silence;
peace about the dying fire, and
moonshine gaining over firelight,
and the soft rustle and rush of the
sea. Sheila had been carrying her
pocketbook, through this marvelous
week of beach holiday, and she had
opened it to find a pencil and a piece
of paper, and had scribbled her
name and address, there in the fire-
light, for Peter to carry away.
“I’ve got to get back,” he had
said. “I’m driving three fellers to
Good Ground.”
“I’m going up to town in the
morning,” she had said.
“We’re going Monday. Well, I’ll
see you in town,” he had said.
And that had been the end. No
word from him, no sign from him,
no knowledge of him until tonight.
And he was -to marry Gertrude
Keane on Tuesday.
It was long after midnight when
Sheila fell asleep. And after all
it was neither Gertrude nor Peter
nor Frank, nor even the intractable
“Ma,” on whom her last thought lin-
gered. It was Judge Paul Mc Cann,
blue-eyed, honest, generous, good—
the only conception Sheila had ever
had of kindly human fatherhood. He
would discover that he had been de-
ceived in her, that she was a liar.
Her cheeks burned with fear and
shame, and her dreams, when final-
ly she slept, were only a hundred
troubled versions of exposure.
“Paul,” said Mrs. Mc Cann to
her husband the following evening,
when they were in their own mag-
nificent room just before dinner,
“the goodness of the poor breaks
your heart.”
“Ye got to see the Carscaddens to-
day?” he asked eagerly.
“I made it a matter of duty. Pa-
pa,” Mrs. Mc Cann said.
“Well, ye found thim?”
“In a little place—Mrs. Me Cann
sighed, and repeated her former
phrase. “It • would break your
heart.”
“It would, eh?” he asked uneasi-
ly, reluctantly, as he sat up on the
edge of the bed.
“Three rooms, Papa. And you
could put all three into this one.”
“Ah-h-h!” he muttered, as if in
pain. He shut his lips, brought his
feet to the floor, and began to walk
up and down the room.
“If you could see the dignity of
the mother, Paul. No whining, no
hard-luck story. Just one long tale
of how good God has been to them,
and of what a wonderful son she
has, and that Sheila—the girl who
came here is Sheila—ought to be an
actress, the way she carries on.
She made a joke of it—the child’s
honesty, and her returning the mon-
ey!”
“I knew the minute I saw the
child it’d be something like that,”
he said. “God be good to us all!”
“Paul, was thinking— was won-
dering, since this girl has lost her
job, whether she’d come to us for
next week? We’re going to be sim-
ply rushed out of our senses. She
could keep an eye on Veronica—
she’d be the greatest help to Katie.
Then I could get some idea of what
she can do, and what they need—
what is it, Gertrude?”
The last phrase was an abrupt in-
terruption. Gertrude, clad in a
dressing-gown, and with a tragic
face and loosened hair, had entered
the room without announcement.
“Aunt Ellie, do you know where
Peter is?”
“Do I—Peter? Where would he
be?”
“Well, he’s not home; he’s not
here!”
“He’s on his way home then, dar-
ling.”
“Aunt Ellie, he’s not! He was to
go to the tailor, and .meet Frank
and pick out the ushers’ pins and
everything, and then he was... going
to meet me at the Paulists’—and he
hasn’t done any of it! He said he
had to go to the library at half past
four and he would meet us at five.
We telephoned the tailor, even, and
Frank is just about fit to be tied;
he says he’s afraid Peter’s been
hurt!”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake—" Judge
Me Cann said, annoyed and impa-
tient. “Don’t lose your wits!”
“Well, Uncle Paul, all I know is
that tonight is the night of the din-
ner dance at the Cahills’—our last
before we are married, and it’s to
start sharp at seven, because we’re
all going up to the Country Club,
and look—it’s twenty after six now!
Ah, don’t laugh at me—do some-
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this earth,” Judge Me Cann said
piously, reaching for his coat, “I
hope I’ll have fewer throubles!"
Just as Sheila was about to leave
the dark young man who had en-
tered this same doorway just after
Sheila had, and who had been ad-
dressed by Mamie as “Mr. Frank,”
came down the big, palm-decorated
sweep of the central stairs, and
joined Mrs. Mc Cann at the door.
“Mother,” he said. He stopped
in surprise, and over his rather dark
young face a smile broadened at
the sight of Sheila. “Well, you look
better!” he observed. “Mother,”
he resumed, “I’m going out to
Bernadette’s for about an hour. I
could run Miss—this young lady
home.”
“Well, so you could,” his mother
agreed.. “It’s right on your way.
My son’s young lady lives in Spuyten
Duyvil,” she said to Sheila, some-
what impressively.
“Bernadette said she’d telephone
you in the morning, Mother,” Frank
Mc Cann said. Suddenly he laughed,
and his mother looked at him in
surprise.
“What is it, Frank?”
“Nothing!” he said. “I’ll—I’m go-
ing to see Bernadette.”
“Give her my love!” Mrs. Mc
Cann looked at Sheila. “My son
will drive you home,” she said.
“That’s better than the subway.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have him!” Sheila
protested, shrinking.
“Why not?” Frank asked, pulling
on his gloves. But it was not a
question; he did not even glance at
her.
“Well, if you don’t look stunning
in Monica’s old coat! Gertrude said,
suddenly joining them. “You look
lovely. Aunt Ellie,” she added, “I’m
gong to bed. I’m sunk. If I don’t
want to be taken for Grandma
Keane at my own wedding, I’ve got
to get some sleep.”
“Where you going, Frank?” This
was Peter’s voice. Sheila’s heart
rose on a great plunge, but she could
not look up.
“Kennedys’. They’re having a
dinner for Dette’s aunt from Syra-
cuse. I said I’d come out, late.”
“Where are you going, Peter?”
the mother asked.
“I am going out a while.”
His confused, husky tone told Shei-
la where he had intended to go. He
had intended to accompany her.
have a few words alone with her.
But Frank’s offer to drive her home
had balked him.
She dared not look at him; she
was choking. Mrs. Mc Cann was
saying good night to her; she and
Frank were descending the big
brownstone steps.
“Wait for me here on the curb,
my car’s parked right across the
street,” Frank said. Sheila stood
still, trembling. And then, as she
had half expected, Peter was beside
her for half a second, and there
was a slip of paper in her hand.
“I’ve got to see you!” Peter mum-
bled. He was gone, and Frank was
bringing a small closed car up to
her. In a daze Sheila got in.
“The young lady I’m going to mar-
ry lives in Spuyten Duyvil,” Frank
explained. “I’m on my way there.”
they have in deliberate unbelief
turned from Him, yet He sends His
messenger to bring them His gra-
cious invitation. No more beautiful
word can be spoken than “Come.”
It speaks of an open door, of a for-
giving spirit, of a desire for renewed
fellowship.
Come, O sinner, and meet the
Saviour. He it is who by both life
and death has revealed the fullness
of God’s love to you. In Him you
will find entrance into eternal life
and joy. He says, “I am the door,
by me if any man enter in he shall
be saved” (John 10:9).
Observe also the word ‘.‘return.”
The invitation from God is not only
to those who have never known Him,
but also to the backslider. How
many miserably unhappy backslid-
den Christians there are in the
world! Friend, if you are one of
them, this invitation is especially for
you!
II. God’s Dealings With Sinners
(6:3-7).
Our Lord is both compassionate
and faithful in His dealings with
sinners. He will win them with love
and tenderness if they permit Him
to do so, but if necessary He can
also use the rod of punishment or
the storm of unpleasant circum-
stances to drive them to Him. Re-
member that both the tenderness
and the severity of God are expres-
sions of His love.
With Israel God wanted to come
as the gentle, reviving rain from
heaven (v. 3), but because of their
unrepentant attitude (v. 4) He had
to come forth as One who hews down
and destroys (v. 5). Even in thus
breaking down and destroying He is
only preparing to rebuild. As the
surgeon must first hurt in order to
heal, God must sometimes cut deep-
ly in order to remove the blight of
sin.
These lines will probably be read
by many who have wondered at the
dealings of God with them. Perhaps
they have been inclined to condemn
Him as being unkind or severe. Let
them be assured that God is love
and that back of all of His dealings
with men there is His tender pur-
pose to bring them unto Himself for
salvation or for blessing.
III. God Healing Sinners (14:4-9).
When sinners come to Him with
words of repentance (14:1) God is
ready to meet them and to heal all
of their sins andbackslidings. Ob-
serve that not only will He heal their
past sins, but will cause their pres-
ent position to be such that He may
“love them freely” (v. 4), and then
their future will be one of great
glory. God is infinitely gracious
and • pours out His love without
measure upon the sinner who re-
turns to Him.
Verses 5 to 8 give a beautiful pic-
ture of God’s blessings on the life of
the regenerated man. The lily (v.
5) speaks of stately royal beauty.
Lebanon (v. 5) is strength and sta-
bility, even as the great cedars of
Lebanon were treasured for their
strength. The spreading branches
(v. 6) tell of expansion and growth.
The olive tree (v. 6), the corn and
the vine (v. 7), all speak of fruitful-
ness and usefulness. The smell of
Lebanon (v. 6) is the smell of cedar
and bespeaks a life so fragrant that
it spreads around it the “sweet savor
of Christ” (II Cor. 2:15). The ever-
green fir tree (v. 8) speaks of con-
stant freshness and beauty.
God has all these things in mind
for every Christian, that is, for ev-
ery sinner who will repent and turn
to Him through Christ, and for every
backslider who will return to Him
today.
_
“And the girl their son’s going to
marry—the ward that their son is
going to marry, Sheila,” Angela
asked wistfully, “is she nice?”
“Gertrude Keane.”
“Is that her name?”
“It was her purse I found, you
know.”
“Oh, sure. And is she stunning,
Sheila, like we said?”
“Oh, I’ll bet I saw his picture in
the paper with her last Sunday!”
Cecilia said with animation. Shabby
and tired and poor and young, talk-
ing sadly of their prospects with
her Joe, she could nevertheless
brighten into interest at the thought
of this more fortunate girl. She and
Joe had been engaged for three
years; she knew that they easily
might have to wait three more.
“Mamma,” Sheila demanded, her
arms stretched across the table, the
dangling light bright in her eyes,
and upon the shining, flattened
fringe of hair across her forehead,
“if Mrs. Mc Cann comes tomorrow,
will you talk poor?”
“I will not!” Mrs. Carscadden an-
swered. “If you choose to draw
down the anger of God by pretendin’
to be in throuble whin you’re not,
thin it’d be a fine job draggin’ your
mother info it!”
“Mamma, if you’ll just stick to
the truth but sort of make a poor
mouth of it,” begged Sheila after an
interval of unhappy thought. “I had
us all but starving in the streets!”
“Well, they’ll find out we’re not
thin. They’ll not put their little
toobs down my children’s throats,
know until tonight who he was.”
“You didn’t know who he was?”
“We only knew each other one
day. I didn’t remember his name.
And maybe he didn’t remember
mine.”
“Ah-h-h?” Frank said, as one
awakening. “I remember,” he
mused aloud, “I remember his tell-
ing me—when he got back from that
visit—aha!”
He fell silent; Sheila could not
speak.
“You knew that Peter was getting
married on Tuesday?”
“Oh, yes.”
Another silence.
“Peter told me that he had met
you—I suppose it was you,” Frank
observed. He stopped the car at
the forlorn dark Bronx doorway.
“Well, good night,” he said, a little
at a loss.
Sheila said, “I thank you,” and
“good night,” and was out of the
car, and heard it roar and hum
away as she mounted her own steps.
Her thoughts stopped her feet sud-
denly; she stood still in the odorous
thick atmosphere of the dim lower
hall. About and above her was
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