Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 30 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 19 weather and the hard roads; he told the news of the town and of the trial that was to come off of a notorious horse thief who had been caught attempting to steal Bess. The blacksmith listened in sullen silence between the blows of the hammer. He asked no questions and made no replies ; apparently he took no interest in the matter. By and by young Green left him and went up .to the house for a drink. The day was almost threateningly warm, The haze hung dense and blue over the mountain ; it shrouded the sunlight to a faint brazen hue; a low breeze sighed through the pines around the house. Johnson was not the only silent one that day. His daughter listened mutely to the young man’s conversation. If anything she was even more listless-than usual, though a strange color tinged her cheeks as he talked. She spilled the water, too, when she handed him the glass. Her brown eyes were half hidden by their curling lashes, and he could get no slow, quiet glance from them straight into his own as he had the previous time. He left the promised book with her; he had not forgotten it, he said, but had been unable to take it before. For a moment her face glowed with pleasure and the silken lashes lifted swiftly, but fell ere their eyes could meet. She thanked him ina few simple words in her low, sweet voice; then her gaze wandered away to the hazy mountain top in the distance, and her face lost all its color as though some thought drove the light from it. He left in a few minutes, deeply disappointed in her and yet strangely interested and puzzled. Had he mistaken her? Was she incapable of the thought he believed she possessed? Had she not, after all, the ambition to be more than an untaught village girl? Did her thought end with the blue line of mountains and the hamlets scattered along — their sides ? She was so apt with replies before; her eyes were so large and luminous; her face full of intellect; her large but perfectly formed mouth was parted with a slow smile ecomichoo gS) (E(0) m