That Girl of Johnson's — page 143: what you’re looking at

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RY Uae ati THAT GIRL OF J OHNSON ce» ny ———— =. dumb terror in her heart. Dr. Dunwiddie was standing beside her with his hand on her arm. “What is it, Miss Johnson?” he asked, with more than kindness in his voice as he bent above her, his black eyes searching her pallid face. “Was itso sudden that you were startled? I should have been more thoughtful.” She started involuntarily. ‘““You heard them, then?” she whispered, her face grow- ing stony in its icy pallor. ‘‘I knew some one would hear them some time in spite of all I could do.” An indescribable expression came over the doctor’s face ; he led her away from the bed and out of the room without a word. ‘Mrs. Allen,” he said, quietly, “you will take my place for a few minutes. Miss Johnson nue breathe some of” this pure, sweet air after the storm.’ He opened the door and stepped down on the door-stone, with Dolores standing listlessly in the door-way, never showing that he had seen the flitting expression of—was it triumph ?—on the woman’s face as she passed into the si- lent bedroom. Through the rent clouds the stars shone brightly; the scent of the pines was strong and invigorating; down among th2 branches the wind stole softly laden with their breath; the voice of the river came up softened by dis- tance; the night was so still that the deep breathing of the cow in the shed was distinctly heard. In the silence and hush the girl’s face grew grave and quiet. | ‘How pleasant everything is after the storm,” said Dr. Dunwiddie, with a smile, as he entered the house a few minutes later. Adding to himself as he re-entered the “room beyond : “It was over-fatigue, and shall not happen again. And I think you will bear watching, as well as some others, Mrs. Allen.” Gomicbooks (ee)