The little outcast soon closed her eyes again, her arms about Hartly's neck, as she rested in his embrace, and a peaceful expression of contentment upon her face.
About sunset she spoke, without opening her eyes.
"Hal!" she said, softly.
"Yes, Susie," he replied; "what do you wish?"
"Not much. After I am gone burn the old house yonder, and break up the smugglers."
"Yes, Susie."
"And you'll be a good man, Hal, all your life, so you will join me in heaven?"
"I will try, dearest."
"Then kiss me good-by."
Convulsed with sobs, the grief-stricken lover obeyed, and, just as the last rays of sunset began to fade, Susie breathed her last, expiring without the least appearance of pain, and a faint, peaceful smile upon her lips.