panion came up hurriedly to say that
the steamer chair for Mr. Mueller's use was not on board and he could not
get any trace of it. It would of course be a very necessary convenience
for the steamer trip. Mr. Mueller inquired if the proper notice had been
sent to have it on board. Yes, all had been done that should have been
done. And now the time was very short.

Mr. Mueller breathed a quiet prayer, and then said to his companion not to
be disturbed, that he felt sure it would be on hand in time. The attendant
went off again to see what could be done, came back evidently annoyed at
the possibility of his elder distinguished companion being inconvenienced.
But Mr. Mueller quieted him with the assurance that the chair would come.
They stood at the side rail above, overlooking the dock.

At the very last moment, just as the hawsers were about to be thrown off,
and the gang plank pulled away, a truck of luggage was hurriedly run on
board, and on top of the pile the friends watching above could plainly see
a steamer chair with G. M. marked on it. Mr. Mueller, standing in his group
of friends, looked up past them and quietly said, "Father, I thank Thee."
Was God in that simple occurrence? He surely was. He was concerned that
His faithful friend should have the chair for his bodily comfort. Man's
arrangements seemed in danger of slipping. His overruling touch was put in
for His friend's sake. A chair wasn't too small for God because it was for
His friend, Mr. Mueller.

He Has You on His Heart.

I got a similar story from Dr. James H. Brookes of St. Louis, a number of
years ago while in his home over night. It was about J. Hudson Taylor,
founder of the China Inland Mission, who had learned through many years of
trusting how faithful God is. Mr. Taylor had been speaking in Dr. Brookes'
church, and was to go to a town in southern Illinois to speak at the
Sabbath services. Saturday morning they went down to the railroad station
to get the train, and stepped into the station just as the train was
pulling out at the other end. There was no possible chance of catching it.
It seemed all the more exasperating that they could see the train moving
away out of reach.

Dr. Brookes of course felt much chagrined. Mr. Taylor being a stranger in
the country, and the guest of Dr. Brookes, had trusted his arrangements.
Inquiries were quickly made about other trains. But there would not be
another train out that way until night. And as