torm of
evil in a soul.

CHAPTER XXII.

CALLED BACK.

When Jesus came back to Capernaum He found the crowd of friends at the
little wharf full of concern about Him, and glad that no harm had come
to Him during the storm. Among them was one who had watched anxiously
for the boat, for he had a little daughter at home very ill indeed, so
ill that she was "at the last breath." His name was Jairus, and he was
a ruler of the synagogue. He was so troubled that he fell at the feet
of Jesus, begging Him to come and lay His hand on his child that she
might live.

Jesus went with him, a throng of people with them, hoping to see Him do
a great work.

While He was on the way a woman who had been sick twelve years followed
close behind Him, and put forth her hand timidly toward Him.

"If I may touch but His clothes I shall be whole," she said to herself,
and she touched them with faith in her heart.

Jesus, who knew all hearts, turned straight around and said:

"Who touched My clothes?"

How the woman shrank back and trembled when she heard that, for she was
afraid she had done wrong.

The disciples thought it strange that He should ask this, as the people
thronged so close that they could not help touching Jesus But the
woman knew what He meant and she came and fell down before Him, fearing
and trembling, and told Him all the truth.

Jesus did not look sternly at her as she thought He would do, but He
said gently,

"Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of
thy plague."

While the woman was still at His feet full of gratitude and love
because she felt herself cured, some friends came from the ruler's
house to bring sad news.

"Thy daughter is dead," they said, "why troublest thou the Master any
further?"

Jesus saw the looks of grief on the father's face and said quickly,

"Be not afraid, only believe."

So they went to the ruler's house, and into the inner room where the
little maid lay. Many wished to press in after them to see what Jesus
would do, but he took only Peter and James and John with the father and
mother of the maiden into the quiet, darkened room. As He went in He
said to some who were mourning noisily in the outer room,

"Weep not; she is not dead, but sleepeth." Jesus loved to call death a
"sleep," for He knew that we never die. Then He took the little maid
by the hand and called her. She had not gone so far into the country
we cannot see that she