Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 150 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'S. =. 1389 6ager to nave him, like the vulture on the mountain. She knew little of fate or law, but it seemed to her that the one possessed her, and the other was waiting, waiting ina terrible silence for her father to go to prove the malice prepense in the laming of the mare—a waiting that ap- palled her by its dogged patience. What her neighbors thought she did not care; she had lived without them; She could still live without them. Had she known how roughly they used her name she would scarcely have under- stood their meaning. Her mind was too pure and too high above them to comprehend the evil they would lay at her door. Lodie, among them all, was the only kind one. Not one of the women had been near her, but the women never did come; she cared nothing about that, only there was something in her life that had not been there before and that called for companionship, for the sympathy of other women. But Dora would come, she thought, with sudden brightness in her heart—Dora and her uncle, and young Green as well, until—until the truth were known. Then, what would they think or say—Dora and her uncle, who were honorable people, the nurse said, and young Green who had been so kind to them—so kind? Did he not risk his life for her father? Yet even then he must have known about the mare and by whom the deed was done. Did he not tell her himself that the man who had committed such a dastardly deed should suffer the full penalty of the law? And the law had a terrible significance to her. Lodie came slouching up the path, tall, gaunt, angular, in the full glory of the sunlight. He removed his rusty hat as he stood before her, his hands behind his back. “T low ther storm hev done tol’rable,” he said, awk- wardly, shifting from one foot to the other, though his eyes met hers squarely. : She knew he did not come just to say that, but she re- plied simply in the affirmative. “Be yer feyther gettin’ on tol’rable, D’iores? I kem up comicbooks m