At the sound of this shot, followed by a woman’s cry, there was a rush of people, and among them Helen, for, in her excited mind, she feared for her child. As she approached, the men made way for her, and she knelt by the side of the dying woman, saying:
“A woman, poor thing!”
Then she started, saying, “You, you!”
“Yes, I; and is it possible that I am to die in your arms—you whom I wronged so deeply?”
“Yes, Muriel, if you die, it shall be in my arms and with my pardon.”
“You pardon me after all I’ve done to you?”
“Yes; freely and fully, but don’t think of that. Can you pray?”
“Not until I tell you who killed me! It was John Pierson. The man I took away from you has been your avenger.”
“I want no revenge, Muriel. Vengeance is not for us!”
The unfortunate woman gasped a few times, and while Helen was praying for the passing soul the light went out of Muriel’s eyes and she was dead!