Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 141 of 233
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130 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. advised, moving like a piece of machinery under his guid- ing. Then she returned the bowl to the nurse, and waited for further orders. | Once more her father opened his eyes and looked first at the doctor, then at her. At the doctor’s suggestion she spoke to him, . “Father,” she said, slowly, that he might understand. * Father.” | But the eyes resting on her face held no gleam of pleas- ure at seeing her there; rather, it might be said, there was afiash of hatred there as in the old days. Then they drooped again and closed, and presently his breathing in- dicated that he slept. “Miss Johnson,” Dr. Dunwiddie said, by and by, as he sat by the window eating the supper Mrs. Allen had brought him, “I told you the other day that it was possible your father would not recover; do you remember ?” She bowed her head in acquiescence, but did not speak. She was standing at the head of the bed, with her hands resting on the head-board, and she looked across at him — with steady eyes. He met the glance with a great kind- ness in his. Would he tell her that her father was dying? She believed she could endure even that now®? that she could endure almost anything; she was growing accus- tomed to trouble and suffering. ‘‘My dear Miss Johnson,” the doctor’s voice was grave, but there was a ring in it, a hidden note that struck her ear as unusual. “My dear Miss Johnson, I believe I am safe in saying that your father will sleep through the night a natural, quiet slumber, without the aid of opiates, and if he does he will recover. I would not tell you this were I not quite sure of it. I would not raise your hopes in vain. His recovery is almost certain, so far as human power goes. He will be lame always; he will not have quite his old strength, but he will live and be much his old self again,” The grave, attentive face at the head of the bed changed EomiIcbooks.co ie