That Girl of Johnson's — page 210: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | , 199 Johnsing died. Et do seem es though ye kyant help sayin’ onkind thengs 0’ hem now ’t he’s been dead these four year an’ ower. Ye knows an’ wes all ken tell o’ ther kindly feelin’ D’lores hes fer we uns even spite o’ ther haysh thengs wes said ’bout her an’ ther jedge’s son. Et do ’pear ter me ’t ye might keep yer mouth shet ef ye ken only say sech spiteful thengs. Ye did yer best while John-. sing were lyin’ sufferin’ ter set hes old frien’s agin him an’ now ’t hes been dead nigh on to four year ye hes ter keep a-sayin’ of ’em still. Ise only got thes ter say ter ye, Sadler, an’ ter ye, too, Smith—ef ye kyan’t say kind thengs 0’ the gal o’ Johnsing’s arfter all she’s done an’ ’s still doin’ fer us ye ain’t so welcome ter this tav’n as ye were. An’ ye ken take et as ye will. Thet’s all I’ve got ter speak, an’ now my mind’s better’n when I sot hyar list’nin’ ter yer men talk” A flush came even through the tan of rough Sadler’s face, and Smith shuffled his feet upon the gravel and knocked the ashes from his pipe as he said, slowly: ‘“Thanke ’ee, Jones. Wes been frien’s nigh onter fo’ty year, an’ fer my part I ain’t a-goin’ ter ’low sech triflin’ words ter kem atween we. Hyar’s my hand on’t. I ain’t mebby so onfrien’! to’rd D’lores es ye ’pear ter thenk. Wes all say thengs °’t wes don’t mean, an’ mebby thet’s ther way of us. Eh, Sadler?” Sadler nodded his grisly head slowly. He wasn’t so frank spoken as Smith nor perhaps so kind-hearted under his rough speech. Smith said many rough things, but he would have done much also. And young Green, holding Dolores’ warm hand closely in his to assist her up the rough, seldom trodden path under the bending boughs and ghastly mists, was thinking of the many years she had lived there in the stolid settlement with not one friend in all the world save, it might be, the rough, unspoken kindliness of Jim Lodie and Cinthy. And with his kindly eyes upon the grave, beautiful face he pone but wonder how such a life could yield such a marvel a