That Girl of Johnson's — page 108: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 97 rupted. Jones was the peacemaker in the settlement. His tavern was a center of attraction at all times, and he kept all men as far as was in his power at peace with each other. There was scarcely ever a quarrel at Jones’. Johnson’s words in regard to Dolores and young Green were the last words that had passed there until to-night. “ How could he be on time fer ther trial,” Jones repeated, “when he were lyin’ in one o’ ther chasms ower yander on ther other mounting with his legs broke an’ almost dead? But go on with yer story, Tom. Wes a-waitin’.” “What ef et were done a-purpose?” muttered Sadler, under his breath, but Jones moved his chair heavily on the bare floor to drown the words. “Well, when I was done seein’ ther dontees an’ ther wimmen,” Smith continued, “‘et ther judge’s house, what young Green sent me ter see, I went ower ter Scrubb’s on ther corner opp’sit’ ther court-house where some o’ ther fellers was. When I telled ’em what had hap’d Johnsing an’ wes got a-talkin’ ’bout him as was nat’ral—’bout his bein’ a shif’less, no-’count critter—” For once Jones lost his temper. He brought his fist heavily down on his knee as he said with a look and in a tone that the other obeyed : “Giv us ther story straight, Tom, with none o’ yer strayin’ gossip.” ‘‘Well,” Tom said, and his eyes fell under the angry flash in the other’s eyes. ‘‘ Well, as I was a sayin’, one 0’ ther men thar got ter talkin’ pretty free ’bout ther trial an’ ther lamin’ an ’ther hull b’isness, an’ one o’ ther others sed ter him thet he’d best keep a civil tongue in his head *hout thet Johnsing an’ his gal, fer et seems thet Lem Johnsing—him thet left hyar many year ago—hev kem back ter see his brother, an’ has been askin’ news o’ him, an’ is a-findin’ out all he ken ’bout him, an’ special ’bout thet gal o’ hisn. Et seems he hev got his darter with him —she looks like a bit o’ candle or plarster, she bein’ so white lookin’ but powerful pretty other ways—an’ she Eom comicbooks