Miss Helen Davidson Tho’ Young Yet Death Claimed Her Miss Helen Davidson, Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Davidson, Buried in Fraternal Cemetery.   God giveth and God taketh away.  Once more our hearts have been saddened by the reality of the truth of this, when He reached down and took back for Himself the angel he sent from Heaven.  Loving hands were permitted to keep her only 27 years, 4 months and 18 days.  During this short time, she had never been anything but a self-sacrificing and obedient daughter, and through her loving kindness and sweet disposition won scores of friends.  To know her was to love her.  She was converted at the Hopewell Baptist Church in 1926, and lived a consistent Christian until God called her home.   Helen, the only daughter of C. A. and Dollie (Stone) Davidson was born at Buncombe, Ill., Jan. 31, 1907, and passed away at her home at 6236 South Park Ave., Chicago, Ill., June 18, 1934.   When quite small she moved with her parents to the farm one mile north of Cypress.  There she grew to womanhood, going through the elementary school and three years of high school at Cypress.  She was graduated from Vienna Township High School with the class of 1927.  After teaching two successful terms of school near Cypress, her ambition was to go higher.  It was then that she moved with her parents to Chicago, where the entered the Bryant and Stratton Business College.  Immediately after her graduation from business college she entered the employment of the Federal Reserve Bank of that city, holding this position up until the time of her recent illness and death.   After all that medical aid and loving hands could do, Helen, realizing the end was near turned to her heartbroken father and mother and said, “I feel so sorry for you.”  Then calmly and consciously “wrapped the drapery of her couch about her to lie down to pleasant dreams.”   She leaves to mourn her going, a mother and father and a host of other relatives and friends.   It is an easy matter fro one who has never walked side by side with death to say to his friends in a time like this that they must be brave and that life is still worth living.  All these are true, but there are times when mere words are futile.  When the dark shadow crosses the threshold of a home, all is hushed in peace and silence.  The moment the light fails from the face of our beloved, we are conscious of an invisible presence—the presence of Death.  Under that awful shadow we bow in sorrow.  It is true as the poet says, “Death translated into the Heavenly tongue means life.” And yet death is very sad and only those who know what it is to come back from the grave and look on the vacant chair, so lately filled with the form of the dear dead, can understand the feeling this brings.   The body arrived in Cypress on the 10:30 a.m. train Tuesday and was conveyed to the home of her aunt, Mrs. J. M. Bradley, where it lay in state until 2:00 p.m. when it was carried to the M. E. church for the funeral service, which was conducted by Rev. A. M. Troutman.  The body was then laid to rest in the Fraternal cemetery.   To the dear ones bereft, we give our trust,  sympathy and this thought for their comfort—their daughter is not gone from memory, not gone from love, but gone to her Father’s up above.   A Friend.