That Girl of Johnson's — page 119: what you’re looking at

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108 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER XXIV. DOCTOR DUNWIDDIE. By and by one of the physicians came out and asked for young Green. — _ “Weare waiting for him,” he said. “He promised to come early and staid at the tavern on purpose.” Dolores eyed him gravely; this was one of the men who had shut her from her father—this man and this woman. She was setting the dishes on the dresser, but paused to watch him. He crossed over to one of the windows and looked down toward the tavern. The rain swirled and struck the panes sharply; he turned away from the un- pleasant outlook with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He was a fine-looking man, tall, broad-shouldered, with a kindly mouth under the dark mustache, and a pleasant gleam in the keen eyes beneath the broad white forehead. His close shaven dark hair was streaked with gray, but he was a young man still—young and gentle-hearted in spite of his trying life. “It’s a dreary day,” he said, simply. “I wish it were brighter.” Dolores looked at him calmly; she took no meaning from his words; any one could have said the same. He scarcely noticed her; when he came out he bade her a courteous good-morning; his conversation was with the nurse ; he would have been glad were the girl well out of the house. “Charlie promised to come,” he said, turning again to the window; “he usually keeps his promise, and—he is coming,” he turned with a: half. laugh toward the nurse. ‘‘Is everything ready, Mrs. Allen? A dreary day. I wish it were brighter.” F ‘comicbooks . » = ere yee | Ep ~ o> @ Cle dal) eh co = ‘S . ~~ Ta™ we .