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100 THAT GIRL OF JOUNSON’S. CHAPTER XXII. WHILE THE EMBERS BURNED LOW. He closed the door and advanced toward the fire, remoy- ing his hat as he did so. Jones arose at once. Jones was always ready for busi- ness; the judge’s son would pay well, no doubt; he should have the best in the house. The other men retained their positions and regarded the new-comer with no friendly eyes. They did not like young Green. Their lives and minds were narrow, and they disliked anything beyond their range of thought. The pleasant faced young fellow with the frank smile and ready word was out of their world; they would not admit him therein until such time as he should be proven worthy. “A powerful bad storm, jedge,” said Jones, good- naturedly. “Kem right up hyar by ther fire, an’ get ye dry. A powerful bad storm, an’ ye’re sopped to ther skin.” “Yes,” Green said, pleasantly, quick to note the sullen aspect of the men around the fire, wreathed in their tobacco smoke. “It’s a night to make one glad_of fire and shelter. Have you a place for me to-night, Jones?” “Sartain, Jedge. Wes al’ays a place fer ye an’ a plate an’ mug. Ye shall hev a smokin’ supper ter sort o’ straighten ye out, an’ ye’ll take off yer thengs an’ hev ’em dried. Mariar an’ Cinthy’s settin’ doin’ nothin’, an’ they’ll spur round an’ fix ye up. Hyar’s a mug first ter brace ye. Et’s a powerful bad night is this.” “Thank you,” Green said. “ You’re a good-hearted host, Jones. It is pleasant to feel one is so heartily weleome.” He drew up the chair Jones placed for him, merely notic _ ing the men in the simplest manner. They made room for him sullenly enough, and Lodie offered to change places with him, He was closer the wall and more comfortable — comicbooks.com