American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1881-07-30

try to reach doc" Helmcr's cabin on
such a night.
The suffering old people were carried
10 Sandy Woods cabn where kindly
hands did all that could be done to re
lieve their suffering The hands, though
kind AM wiling, were inexperienced,
and could do but little.
A doctor! will no one go for DIR.
Helmer?' moaucd Mrs. Jennings.
"Tll try To go for him. said Sandy.
and he disappeared. He was gone a
few moments, but soon returned saying:
Its no use; no human mortal can
find the gulch trail. It's three feet
under the snow, an Il blackcr night
never was.n
| The means of the poor sufferer filed
the room. 1t was more than Clytie
could endure. She stepped to the cabin
door and looked out 1t was. indeed,
n back night. The girls cheeks paled,
her lips quivered; then. with n deter
mined LOOK, she quietly and unobscrved
left the house.
She went back to her own room. or
what was left of it. 1t was half full of
snow. but she found her cloak, hood,
mittens and shawl. She wrapped her
self rs best she could, and, kneeling in
the snow, PRAYED that strength and
courage to reach the doctors house
might be given her
Then she searched for her little Ian
tern, one that had been on shelf near
by. This she found, and with matches
she lighted it. Then she set forth with
strength born of sympathy for suffer
ing. and love for the dear ones who had
done so much for her. They had been
good and kind to her ALWAYS, and she
was ready to give her life for them.
She knew OF Il trail close to the
mountain side that was sheltered by
hanging rocks and great trees, and the
snow could not, she reasoned, be so
very deep there. To 90 this way made
the distance to DIR. Helmer' four miles
Clytie fought her way up the noun
tain side to this trail. The strong,
fierce wind blew her back; she Stun
bled and fell many times, but she ar
last reached the trail with bruised hands
and weakened limbs
1t was comparatively free from drifts,
although in some places the snow was
quite deep. But soon Clytie came to a
point where the narrow path was less
sheltered. Her heart sank AS she saw
great drift rising before her; but she
pushed on. Then in a moment she felt
herself falling, falling, and as suddenly
she stopped.
Her mission must fail in spite of all
her efforts. Her heart was breaking
with sorrow for the suffering ones at
home, whom she feared she would
never see again. She was afraid to
move lest she should plunge down some
rocky cliff. A drowsiness that she
could not overcome before long came
upon her, and then she went to sleep.
The morning sun rose clear and red.
At its earliest light every man in Rocky
Cliff could have been seen plodding
YEARLY through the great drifts in
search of Clytie. There was no need
of doctor now for the injured ones.
The Great Physician had taken them to
Himself.
And human hands could give no aid
to Clytie. Days passed. At length
they found her half buried in the snow,
with the tears frozen on her ashen
cheeks. her hands clasped and lifted
upward, and her pale lips half apart.
The little group of rough miners
stood with uncovered heads around the
still, cold form. Tears filled their eyes,
and with trembling hands and aching
hearts they bore her down the montain-
side to her burial. She had paid with
her life the debt of love she owed to
the dear ones who had "passed on be-
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