She had followed him to the top of Quill's Window, she had witnessed
the ghastly interment, and she had whispered a prayer for the boy
who was gone.

The next day her baby was born and that night she died. Coming out
of a stupor just before death claimed her, she said to David Windom:

"I am going to Edward. I do not forgive you, father. You must not ask
that of me. You say it is my duty to save you from the gallows,--a
child's duty to her parent. I have promised. I shall keep my
promise. It is not in my heart to send you to the gallows. You
are my father. You have always loved me. This is my baby,--mine
and Edward's. She may live,--God knows I wish I might have died
yesterday and spared her the accursed breath of life,--she may grow
up to be a woman, just as I grew up. I do not ask much of you in
return for what I have done for you, father. You have killed my
Edward. I loved him with all my soul. I do not care to live. But
my child must go on living, I suppose. My child and his. She is his
daughter. I cannot expect you to love her, but I do expect you to
take care of her. You say that blood is thicker than water. You
are right. I cannot find it in my heart to betray you. You may tell
the world whatever story you like about Edward. He is dead, and I
shall soon be dead. You can hurt neither of us, no matter what you
do. I ask two things of you. One is that you will be good to my
baby as long as you may live, and the other is that you will bury
me up there where you put Edward last night. I must lie near him
always. Say to people that I have asked you to bury me in that pit
at the top of Quill's Window,--that it was my whim, if you like.
Close it up after you have placed me there and cover it with great