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20 . THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. that gave a half tender expression to the grave face and _ betrayed the depth that lay beyond. Was this silent girl with the listless air the same as the © other? Was she but like the other villagers whose lives — centered in the tavern and the gossip? Since first he saw her she had followed him in thought; not constantly; he was a man and human; he had his friends and his social life and his business, which left little time for romance or iunagination; but sometimes, sitting alone at his window at night, smoking, the mellow moonlight falling in a glory around him, his gaze strayed to the blue mountain top and his thoughts went out to the girl standing in the low door- way as he had last seen her, the light in whose large eyes reflected the glory of the broad slope of sunlight; her sweet, penetrating voice calling to him witha quiver of — fear in it for his safety. 3 5: The picture was pleasant to him; he was not given to dreams; life was too practical to him for that, but he was a lover of human nature and woman’s subtle nature always held a power over him, courteous gentleman as he was. To him even the horge-thief was possessed of such char- acter—bad character mostly, but there were traits in him that, under certain circumstances, would have resulted in much good. He took men as he found them, and was pleasant to all. Even the horse-thief liked him to a certain extent though he knew well he had him in his power. There was not a trace of fear in his nature. He believed all men honest until proven otherwise, but he took care to lay no temptation in their way. Dolores disappointed him ; he thought her so much better _ than she had proved herself, and yet under it all there was a sting in the thought which he did not understand, student of character as he was. “She was positively stupid,” he said, regretfully. ‘‘Yet her face shows such possibilities.” He was walking slowly down the narrow path to the shop, his hands clasped behind him, his fair head bent \, Eomicbooks.co nN