That Girl of Johnson's — page 206: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. aera gs * |: = oe to stand once more where she stood that day calling her father back from a horrible death to a death as certain, yet not so strange. They had tried to dissuade her at first, but seeing her set determination, young Green only made it a stipulation that he should be allowed to accompany her, and she, meeting the wistful tenderness of his eyes, could not say him nay, and they were gone, Dora waiting with her husband at the little house in the settlement for their return. She was standing at the well watching her husband as he swung the bucket down among the cool shadows, her sweet face, grown more womanly and holding a deeper meaning in every delicate line. She stood on tiptoe to look down and follow the flight of the bucket, but even standing so she scarcely reached to his shoulder. She turned her pretty head on one side as a bird might do, and said, with an air that convulsed her husband, though there was a deeper and more tender meaning to her words that he would not let her know he understood. *‘The course of true love never did run smooth—and look at that poor bucket, Hal. You are fairly beating the life out of it against the sides of the well.” ‘Poor thing !” said the big fellow, in a tone that implied scant sympathy for the luckless bucket. ‘‘You had better say that Charlie is eating his heart out because your cousin will not love him, Dot. Is she never going to be good to him for his faithfulness, dear? He deserves a good life and a good woman, Dora; even your cousin cannot deny that.” “Don’t talk of Lorie as though she were heartless, Harry,” Dora said, softly, with one of her swift wistful glances up to his face. ‘‘Lorie is not like other girls. She isn’t a bit like me, for instance, because you knew right away that I was the happiest girl in the world when you loved me. Lorie would never let you know it till you had proved worthy.” ‘‘Does that mean, my happiest girl, that Iam not worthy of you?” demanded Dr. Dunwiddie, with mock _ Severity, ‘cS (E(@)