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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
the short cut across the river, but hesitated at thought of the danger, for the log which offered a precarious footing lay fully fifteen feet above the water.
"I must try — I must try/' she panted, as she staggered on with her now pitifully light burden. "I will try not to think that I am crossing. I will look up, not down and — perhaps — I can — get — across."
So thinking, she managed to get well out over the stream when a sudden blast of the hot winds blowing, blowing, blowing so steadily, so mercilessly, came over her with full force, wrapping her skirt about her and almost causing her to fall headlong into the stream. She swayed, straightened herself, and again started onward, but the sack slipped from her hand and fell into the water far below.
She could not look down. She could only go forward and finish the tortuous passage in an agony of mind lest that for which she had toiled and suffered so much to obtain was now gone beyond recovery. As she reached the further side she turned and watched the sack whirling along in the eddys and with difficulty restrained herself from leaping after it. Fortunately, there was no need to do so; for, even as she watched, a loose end of the burlap caught on the projecting snag of a large tree overhanging the stream, and there the sack stayed and swayed in safety.
Tripping, stumbling, falling, Edith tried to reach the water's edge, but the sack was too far out for her to secure it. A large limb of the tree extended over the spot where it lay. She would try to walk out on that. Half -blinded and crazed by the heat no thought of danger now entered her mind. Climbing far out on the limb which bent and swayed beneath her weight, she contrived to reach downward and grasp the sack. It required some effort to loosen it from it's firm position, but at last her heart thrilled with hope for again she had the little lump of ice in her possession.
give up hope. The patient is growing weaker."
Doctor Jenkins spoke softly, but in his most professional tones. He had been standing for several moments gravely watching the face of his patient. "The ice might have helped, if we could have procured it, but I doubt now its being of any use even if "
A weak touch at the latch, a dull thud against the door and a low moan interrupted the speaker. He turned quickly as Helen opened the door and Edith staggered into the room still clutching the sack with the fragment of ice that remained.
Only a fragment, but of more value than gold, at such a time, when a life was at stake. Only a bit of ice, but secured at such a cost that Dr. Jenkins shuddered, when he looked upon the tired face and drooping form of the exhausted, fainting girl. Here was love, sacrifice, devotion, remorse and courage such as it had never been his lot to witness before. His friends had often assured him that their wives, and many other women in the world were capable of such heroic acts, but he had scoffed at their statements. Now, in
eI am afraid, Miss Helen, we must
ONLY A BIT OF ICE