TOUCHING CHRIST'S GAR-
 MENT.


 ONE day, as Jesus was on his way to the house of a
ruler among the Jews, a crowd went along with him-his
disciples, who always followed, and so many people that
they pressed against him as he walked. Suddenly he
stopped, and looking around said, "Who touched me?"
 A disciple named Peter, who was always ready to
speak out, said, "The multitude throng thee and press
thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me ?" But Jesus
knew it was not an accident. He knew it was the touch
of a suffering one who needed help. He saw close behind
him a poor woman with a pale, sharp face, and a look of
sickness and sorrow. When she saw that he knew all
about it, she fell down before him and told all her sorrow
and all her thoughts.
 She had been sick for twelve years; she had suffered
pain and weakness, she had paid so many doctors and
bought so much medicine she had spent all her money,
and yet she was no better, only growing worse all the
time-poorer and sicker and sadder. But when she heard
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