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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 175 her since he was'a boy, and carried his troubles to her, sure of her comforting as now, in his manhood, he knew she would understand and gia es him in this sorest trouble. Dora touched his arm softly ; her face was pitiful in the pale half light from the still invisible moon as she raised it to his. ‘‘I am so sorry, Mr. Green,” she whispered, a trembling flash of tears in her eyes. “I wish I could bear it for her —I wish I could do something for her.” A red flush surged in his face as he took the soft little hand in his, and held it a moment in a close, warm clasp. “God bless you,” he said, scarcely conscious of what he was saying, his voice deep with hidden feeling, ‘Dora, for your tenderness of her.” Then he left the room and Dora went up after Dolores, and the time dragged on leaden feet ere the time came for them to go to the train, when Dolores came down the wide staircase like a spirit in her trailing black dress and bon- net, her face more pallid than the light of the moon on the mountains. Dora was behind her, but she seemed to notice no one, but passed out on to the steps of the piazza where young Green and Mrs. Allen were waiting for her, as though she were moving machinery and not through any wish of her own. “Vou’re a regular little trump,” Judge Green said, with, a laugh that he tried to make merry, for the girl had found her way into his heart. ‘But I wish you could wait till morning, my dear; these telegrams are such unsatisfac- tory things, and in the morning everything looks so differ- ent.” ‘¢And such an unheard of thing, going off like this in the dead of night,” Mrs. Allen said, sharply, showing her heart for the moment in her anger. “Thank Heaven Dora isn’t like her.” “Hush, Nurse Allen. IfI were half as brave as Lorie I would be the proudest girlin the world. I could not do Gomiecbooks (E(0) m