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98 THAT GIRL OF JOHNS*AN'S. hev took a farney ter thet gal o’ Johnsing’s from ther first whats he hev heard all from ther jedge’s son. An’ et’s kem out thet thyes goin’ ter kerry her ’way up No’th ter ther big city when theys go, an’ eddicate her an’ make a lady o’ her. Think o’ thet. An’ et’s thet gal o’ Johnsing’s what hev got as little sense as she ken manage ter git ‘long with. An’ Lem—him as ust ter liv’ hyar many year ago— makin’ ’rangements ter hev Johnsing start in ther big smithy ower in ther town as soon as he ken git ’bout ’gen. He hev a heap o’ money, they says ower yonder, an’ he. an’ ther jedge’s struck up a powerful fr’endship thet may, they “lowed, mebby prove o’ benefit ter Johnsing in many ways, but most special in a way ’t wes all know. An’ theys goin’ ter hev Johnsing moved ter ther town ower thar as soon as he ken be, so’t he ken hev thengs high- toned like, suitable fer ther brother o’ Lem Johnsing o’ New York—an’ him sech a shif’less, no-’count critter, an’ ther gal o’ his even worse, ef thet’s poss’ble—ter hev sech luck, when hyar’s plenty o’ gals with more sense then she, left ter shift fer theirselves. “Thengs air comin’ hyard when honest folks is counted nothin’ an’ shef’less, no ’count folks get ther best, an’ what theys never earn. I ain’t got no hyard feelin’ toward Johnsing, but et do seem as though he warnt no use in ther world no how. Thar’s his smithy goin’ ter wrack an’ ruin ’cause he ain’t got spunk ’nough ter make business grow, an’ ef ’twarn’t fer his brother a-kemmin’ now, theys be in a tight pull, ‘pears ter me. Ther gal hain’t got no sense, an’ they’d starve while Johnsing were gettin’ well, ef *t depended on her. Some folks do hev luck when hones’ folks has ter sheft fer theirselves.” “Kt *pears queer how thengs kem round,” Sadler said, meditatively, “but Lem Johnsing al’ays did hev more grit ‘nmostof’em. Theysa shef’less, no-’count set ennyhow, *ceptin’ him, an’ ther gal worse.’n most.” Lodie’s eyes left the fire and turned full upon the face of the speaker. He was naturally a peaceable man, but were my Eomicbooks.co