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90 SES: THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. also that she was somewhat prejudiced by what she had heard over in the town about the girl and her father from persons not so kindly disposed as was Mr. Charlie. Mrs. Allen was kind-hearted enough, but she had seen a good deal of the world and its people, and being in a worldly world she failed to undertsand the girl whose life was bound in by the steadfast mountains whose majesty and mystery had influenced her whole thought and life, and whose world was a world of dreams and books, whose thoughts she was incapable of fathoming or understand- ing, woman of the world and mistress of character as she prided herself on being. “You cannot blame your uncle for your father’s choice —your father’s choice—” The words rang over and over, around, above and below, out of which the half scornful voice sounded far away. “It seems to me you should be glad of your good fortune, Miss Johnson. There is many a girl whom I know would jump at the chance now open to you, and not one of them has been brought up.in this way.” Dolores’ ears were growing sharper to hear; the words sounded cuttingly clear through the darkness and tumult around her; she moved her hands gropingly a moment as one who has been stunned and is slowly recovering con- SClOUSNESS. “Dora will be so disappointed; she has thought and talked of nothing but her plans for you. She will take you away from here; you shall have all the books and masters you can desire, and learn the habits of polite society under Dora’s teaching; Dora is a perfect lady and a charming conversationalist; she will soon change you. You will have all the advantages a girl could have, and it will be | your own fault if you do not improve them. This would be the best time, too, when your father needs perfect rest and few around him. No doubt he will be glad for this chance for you, if you are not for yourself.” Dolores sat up with a dignity of bearing that silenced (€(0) afl (é IC (@) q G @)