robbery and put in prison. There he learned to read. When he was on his way home from jail, another robber gave him some little Christian books which he had just received from a missionary. Mesoba read them, and somehow their message of a God who was ready to forgive and receive all men touched his heart. Then and there he decided that he would become a Christian. He began at once to teach his family and friends what he had learned. He was as fearless in his new adventure as he had been in robbery. Somehow Christianity had changed him. He had had a terrible temper, but that was gone. He entirely gave up robbing. People began to call him the "New Man."

The missionary heard of him and came to his village where they started a little church, and Mesoba, after he had been trained for the work, became its pastor. He served as pastor without any salary, earning his living by working as village watchman. By his simple faith and his life of loving service, he won hundreds of former robbers to become Christians. And the people in all that region blessed Mesoba for what he had done to make their lives safer and happier.

In India today the Son of Man is coming to seek and to save those who were lost, and He is claiming five million of her people who were born to be robbers. Doesn't it look like a man's job to be His agents in winning these promising people?

VITAI LAMPADA

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night-
Ten to make and the match to win-
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!”

This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,

And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind

Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling, fling to the host behind"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

-Sir Henry Newbolt

VI

Scouting in India

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THE beautiful hill station of Kodaikanal 1 lies on the broad summit of a mighty mountain range seven thousand feet above sea level. It is like going into a different country to climb the steep path from the hot plains and to find ourselves in a land of cool breezes and showers, with groves of tall, graceful eucalyptus trees here and there on the slopes and with peaches and pears growing in the orchards. We are standing near the little lake that nestles among the hillsides and cottages.

"Kodai" is the most popular of the hot weather resorts used by South India missionaries, and some of them are right in front of us now in the open field near the lake. At least two hundred men and women, boys and girls, are gathered for a baseball game between Canada and the United States. Judging by the noise, they are having a good time over it. That stocky man over on first base, who plays with a truly professional air, surely must have been a varsity player! Yes, he was a star ball player in his college days. How he is enjoying himself, now! As you hear him "talk back" to the umpire, you will scarcely believe me when I tell you that he is the venerable head of an important theological seminary. That pitcher, who seems to know how to double himself up in all the proper bowknots before he delivers the ball, was also an all-round athlete in his college days and is now a Y.M.C.A. secretary among the students of India. The little man out in center 1 Kody-kah'nul.

field held a two-mile record for several years before he came out to try to help the villagers of India. In the group of missionary players there are two or three varsity football men, a state tennis champion, and other real athletes, as well as some who never were in college athletics. There are also several fine, strapping boys on the two teams, pupils who are studying in the Kodaikanal school for missionary children.

It really isn't high-class ball. We will have to acknowledge that! Some of these men have been out of the game for twenty-five years, and others never were players, but all are having the time of their lives. When the game is over and the final yells exchanged, some of the players gather to talk over the coming tennis match between the missionary club and the Gymkhana, or club of other visitors at Kodai, who are, for the most part, government officials and army officers. That match is the greatest event of the summer season—and more than half the time the missionary club wins.

We shall find boats on the little lake and row across to the school where its eighty pupils are getting an American education in the heart of India. They are certainly an alert and attractive looking group of real American boys and girls. Incidentally, when they come back to America, they do well in athletics and stand high in their classes.

As we come up to the school from the lake shore we find some of the boys lying under a tree exchanging stories about their hunting experiences when they are with their families "down on the plains." Jack tells about shooting a vulture whose wings measured ten feet from tip to tip. Donald follows with a story of stalking

Rev. J. R. Chitambar, the first Indian principal of Lucknow Christian College, a type of the devoted and capable Christian leader that schools and colleges are sending out into the life of India. These men and women are eager to give their Motherland the greatest service they can render-that of making Christ her leader and king.