That Girl of Johnson's — page 160: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

_ fre eer ee | Phin di, ~~ THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. “149 At sound of her voice Dora opened her eyes slowly and looked up at her with a faint smile; but Mrs. Allen, with- out replying. motioned to Charlie, who, understanding her wish, crossed over to the bedroom and tapped lightly on the door. Dr. Dunwiddie opened it at once, and aftera whispered word or two he went out to the girl while young Green entered the quiet room. Johnson lay in a stupor among the pillows, his sunken eyes closed, his cruel lips apart, showing the discolored teeth within; his short white hair was coarse and thin, and lent additional repulsiveness to the narrow face. The — young man stood at the bedside looking long and earnestly at the face of the other, until the expression of wonder and horror slowly gave place to one of pity. ~ Poor fellow,” he said to himself; “poor fellow! Surely he has suffered enough already; why not leave him in peace to God and his conscience? ‘Forgive as ye would be forgiven.’ Friend, goin peace. Truly, I have need of for- giveness, and should not pull down the bridge over which I myself must pass. But how such a womanas she could have come from such a nature as his isa problem. No truer woman is living than Dolores Johnson, in spite of her many disadvantages ; she must be a type of her mother or some other branch of the family. My poor, tender- hearted girl, how she suffered just now and I could do ~ nothing !” His brows contracted in a frown, and his eyes were full of bitterness as he turned from the bed to the window, his thoughts on many things, but most of all upon the few words softly spoken of the utter hopelessness of his ever— Dr. Dunwiddie meanwhile went out to the group in the sunny door-way. His grave, dark face was full of kind- ness as he bent over the frail girl, and spoke to Mrs. Allen. “She must lie down at once,” he said, “and be kept per- fectly quiet for a while. No, you must not walk,” as she attempted to rise. “Allow me, Miss Johnson.” He raised her in his arms as though she were in truth a (a(n \(el exeye)