eck, and was to be called into the game by God. But that night God
called him, and sent him on a very important errand that was to change
his whole life and the history of his people.

And things like that are happening in America to-day. I read a story the
other day of a young student who was overtaken by a rainstorm, and
borrowed an umbrella of a lawyer. He returned it a few days later with a
note of thanks. Not long afterward he received a letter from the lawyer
offering him a position in his office on account of his good
handwriting. The student took the position, kept on with his studies in
college, and after he graduated from college went right along in that
office till he became a man of influence. He didn't know what it meant
when he wrote that note. He was on deck.

The lesson that I want to draw is this: That you must be on the lookout
and do well the things that come to you each day, for who knows but you
may be on deck that very day, and be called to play some important part?
For only those are called who are on deck; that is, ready to play. The
boy or girl who does not do his work well day by day may miss his chance
of being called to take some larger place in life when the times comes.
Take this motto from the Old Testament: "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to
do, do it with thy might."

THE TERROR BY NIGHT

In some parts of Canada, where the country is still thinly settled by
people, wild animals are quite numerous. In one of these communities
there once lived a boy who was in the village late one night. He had
been at the village-store, and had heard the men talking about a wildcat
that had been seen in that neighbourhood a short time before.

The boy was not a coward, but when he started for his home, three miles
away, in the country, he was nervous. Nothing happened, however, until
he was climbing over a set of bars at the end of a lane leading through
a piece of woods near his home. Then he heard the bushes moving and
twigs crackling under the feet of some animal the other side of the
lane-fence. He thought of the wildcat. He jumped to the ground, picked
up a heavy stick he had seen under a tree on his way through that day
and listened. Nearer and nearer came the rustling of the bushes, and
every little while he could hear an animal sniff the air. Finally it
came to the fence, clambered up opposite him. The boy raised his club
and waited, and when the animal jumped down beside him, its eyes sh