That Girl of Johnson's — page 32: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S.. ee a slightly forward. Dolores was watching him, but he did not know it. He never guessed of the wistful brown eyes following him down the stubbly path. Bess whinnied shrilly when he came in sight. She was restless and snappish, but when he mounted and rode out of the shop she grew gentle again. As he rode away Johnson called after him that she must have gone some distance without her shoe, for her foot was tender. Green replied that he thought not; he was careful to look out for that. He thought little of the matter; when he reached home he would have the hostler look after the mare and examine the hoof; she was too valuable and. too intelligent an animal to needlessly harm. *‘I believe she has more sense than that girl of Johnson’s,” he said, as he rode up the mountain, but the girl’s face would follow him in spite of this thought. Dolores watched him with her far seeing eyes as he rode up the mountain, then her gaze went down to the shop, Her father was standing in the door-way also watching the rider. He had forgotten his pipe; his face in the hazy sunlight was full of sullen hatred, and he looked capable of committing almost any act. His muttered threat of the previous evening returned to her clearly and distinctly, but with a new meaning, a new horror, a touch of what might lay under the words she had deemed an idle vent to hatred. Her eyes widened with nameless fear. She looked up the mountain again to where the black mare was bear- ing her rider proudly along the yellow thread of road; she was no longer listless; her face was white, her lips quiver- ing with excitement, (Ge) Eomichboo <S