"I will look after your child." "You were! I never knew his name.

She never married." He gave a few directions, and presently said: "My little girl?
I wish to see her.

It cannot hurt me ?" "No, it will not hurt you," said the Doctor, quietly.
The child was brought, and the dying man's eyes lit up as they rested on her pink face and brown eyes filled with a vague wonder.
"You must remember papa." She stood on tiptoe and, leaning over, kissed him.
"And you must go to Aunt Abby when I have gone." "I will take Gordon Keith with me," said the child.
The ghost of a smile flickered about the dying man's eyes.

Then came a fit of coughing, and when it had passed, his head, after a few gasps, sank back.
At a word from the Doctor, an attendant took the child out of the room.
That evening the old Doctor saw that the little girl was put to bed, and that night he sat up alone with the body.

There were many others to relieve him, but he declined them and kept his vigil alone.
What memories were with him; what thoughts attended him through those lonely hours, who can tell! General Keith went immediately to Ridgely on hearing of General Huntington's death.