That Girl of Johnson's — page 208: what you’re looking at

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

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 197 such a marvelous woman, but I put the thought from me, and love for her has never entered my life. I love you, Dora, sweet, as I could never love another woman. I have told you this because it is your right to know, and also to prove to you how deeply I do love and trust my little wife.” The soft eyes lifted to his, with the lashes touched with tears, were very tender, and the face was quivering some- what as Dora answered him. *‘T am not afraid,” she said, and her voice was so low her husband had to stoop to catch the words. “I trust you so fully, Harry Dunwiddie, that I could not help loving you though you should never care for me. I do believe that you love me. And Ido not blame you for your thought of Dolores. Any man might feel himself ennobled by ever having loved her. Only—only you are very, very sure you do love just me the best?” What cared he that the tavern doors and windows were open or that Jones and his comrades sat at the door-way with that lifted, quivering face so near his own? And as he took her in his arms a depth of tenderness in his face and voice which perhaps she, loving him even as she did, had never before guessed, he said very low, very softly, his black eyes searching the lifted tender ones of gray that ~ now refiected the black of emotion: “Dora Dunwiddie, my wife, I love you, God knows, more -ynan I could have ever loved a woman other than you. Would I have laid my heart and its dark thought bare to you, think you, did I not love you as only perfect trust can love? And see,” there was a broken laugh on his lips that brought a swift dash of tears to the tender lifted eyes, ‘‘here, my Dora, I will show you a token that you and you only have reigned in my heart for five long years.” He took from an inside vest-pocket a note-book of worn leather, and unfastening the leathern clasp opened the book at the back, revealing a shred of narrow pale blue ribbon creased with the touch of her own round throat. “Perhaps you have forgotten that I took this day that when comicbooks (E(0) mn