Article September 22, 1945 Issue

Love, Our Shepherd

[Of Special Interest to Children]

JUDITH SOMERS COCKS

One morning early in August, Jean rode her pony over to the bluffs of Lake Ontario to visit some friends. After glorious games and a swim or two in the lake she ambled contentedly homeward.

It was late when she dismounted at the big barn near the house of the hired men. Noticing that the sun had set she began to think uneasily of the mile or so of woods through which she would have to walk before reaching the house on top of the hill where she and her father and mother lived.

Quickly she led the pony into the barn and unbridled it, her hands shaking a little in her anxiety to complete her walk before nightfall. However, by the time she had closed the barn door, swung her way over the little suspension bridge across the creek, and sped through the field beyond it, scarcely any light remained to reveal the trail which pointed the way home.

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