ecstatic bound, and forever after, as they go on, making the
channel deeper for the quiet flow of peace. Paul had put his no-worry
rules through the crucible of experience. He follows the Master in that.
These three rules really mean living ever in that Master's presence. When
we realize that He is ever alongside then it will be easier to be

Anxious for nothing,
Thankful for anything,
Prayerful about everything.

He Touched Her Hand.

One morning on waking, a woman charged with the care of a home began
thinking of the day's simple duties. And as she thought they seemed to
magnify and pile up. There was her little daughter to get off to school
with her luncheon. Some of the church ladies were coming that morning for
a society meeting, and she had been planning a dainty luncheon for them.
The maid in the kitchen was not exactly ideal--yet. And as she thought
into the day her head began aching.

After breakfast, as her husband was leaving for the day's business, he
took her hand and kissed her good-bye. "Why," he said, "my dear, your hand
is feverish. I'm afraid you've been doing too much. Better just take a day
off." And he was gone. And she said to herself, "A day off! The idea! Just
like a _man_ to think that I could take a day off." But she had been
making a habit of getting a little time for reading and prayer after
breakfast. Pity she had not put it in earlier, at the day's very start.
Yet maybe she could not. Sometimes it is not possible. Yet _most times_ it
is possible, by planning.

Now she slipped to her room and, sitting down quietly, turned to the
chapter in her regular place of reading. It was the eighth of Matthew. As
she read she came to the words, "And _He touched her hand_, and the _fever
left her_; and she arose and ministered unto Him." And she knelt and
breathed out the soft prayer for a touch of the Master's hand upon her
own. And it came as she remained there a few moments. And then with much
quieter spirit she went on into the day.

The luncheon for the church ladies was not quite so elaborate as she had
planned. There came to her an impulse to tell her morning's experience.
She shrank from doing it. It seemed a sacred thing. They might not
understand. But the impulse remained and she obeyed it, and quietly told
them. And as they listened there seemed to come a touch of the Spirit's
presence upon them all. And so the day was a blessed one. Its close found
her husband back a