When she first arrived from Circle City, she had earned her living by washing clothes.

Next, she had bought a sewing-machine and made men's drill parkas, fur caps, and moosehide mittens.

Then she had gone as a clerk into the First Yukon Bank.

All this, and more, was known and told, though one and all were agreed that Daylight, while the cause, had been the innocent cause of her untimely end.
And the worst of it was that Daylight knew it was true.

Always would he remember that last night he had seen her.