Her eyes shone with unearthly brightness.

He put his ear near her lips.

Her voice was very, very faint.
"Take--care--of--our--baby--Frank.

I'm--I'm--leaving you.
God--help--you--and--keep--you--and bless you--for--your--love--of me." She paused to take breath--then she whispered her leave-taking.

The words never left O'Connell's memory for all the days of all the years that followed.
"My--last--words--dear--the--last--I'll--ever--speak--to--you.
I--I--love--you--with--all--my heart--and--my soul--HUSBAND! Good--good-bye--Frank." She slipped from his arms and lay, lips parted, eyes open, body still.
The struggle was over.