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18 : THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. ows of the pines that swayed in the faint breeze, and again silence fell around her. CHAPTER IV. THE MARE. / “T have come again,” said young Green, laughing. He stood in the door-way of the shop, holding the black mare by the bridle. She was impatient, and pawed the ground; she shook her glossy head, and endeavored to turn back toward the sunlight of the mountain. She did not like the close shop or the strong hands of the black- smith. Johnson had been sitting on a bench outside of the shop, smoking a clay pipe. As the young man spoke he arose and advanced toward the mare. ‘“‘Another shoe, so soon?” he queried, shortly. His tone was not pleasant; his face was surly, and he looked only at the mare. ‘“Yes,” the young man said, lightly. ‘“‘Her right shoe this time. Come, Bess; come, my girl!” She tossed her head and reared; she did not like the blacksmith. Green laughed; he spoke to her gently and stroked her arched neck. ‘‘It puts her out of temper to go without shoes,” he said, pleasantly. : Johnson nodded. He laid down his pipe and extende his hand, smelling strong of the rank tobacco, as though to take the bridle. She reared and threw her head. Green quieted her, and she went in, lifting her hoofs daintily from the rough boards. There was a sudden, sullen glow on Johnson’s face as he took the bellows and blew the fire into a fierce blaze. He laid the iron on the fire and raised the hammer. Young Green began to talk. He spoke of the dry \. Eomichooks.com