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98 “<—" PHAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. — - - mouth, with her father, with the terrible cloud that would. settle over the guilty one when it should be proved beyond a doubt who was guilty—waiting in silence for what she knew must come. ‘‘An’ them as knows says thyar’s a great feelin’ ower in ther town yander ’bout ther mare,” the woman’s voice struck in on the girl’s thoughts, ‘‘an ’says et ’pears-she were worth a deal o’ money, an’ now nobody’d gev a copper fer her. ‘Sides thet, ther jedge’s son thought a heap o’ her, though I kyan’t fer ther life 0’ me see no sense in makin’ sech a fuss ower a critter, an’ theys workin’ steddy to fin’ out who done ther deed, an’ gettin’ every one theys ken ter prove thar s’picions c’rect 0’ a certain person.” Dolores was waiting. It was coming now, she felt cer- tain. She crushed some of the berries in her hand ina sudden frenzy. ‘Theys holdin’ court a’most every day an’ workin’ as though ’twere some great thing thet a critter’s gone lame. Jim kem from thar a spell ago, and says et’s a great thing ter see an’ hear ’em a-goin’ on ’bout et. But theys won’t do nothin’ with ther s’picioned feller tell thar’s mo’ ground, as theys calls et, though young Green do feel pretty sartin who is ther guilty one. So theys workin’ like beavers ter git him proof, an’ he keeps wot he thinks ter himself an’ says nothin’—leastways so’t no one ken hear hem. But now theys got consid’rable proof, an’ there’s ter be a great time ter-morrer, an’ theys wants yer feyther ter go ter prove thar s’picions c’rect.” It was out at last. Dolores seemed turned to stone; she neither moved nor spoke; she dared not lift her eyes from the red berries wtih which her fingers were dyed. Her head was whirling; there was a din in her ears as though a legion of spirits repeated and shouted in wild horror: ‘““Theys wants yer feyther ter go ter prove—theys wants yer feyther ter go—theys wants yer feyther—yer feyther—” Her eyes were like those of a hunted animal, half hidden beneath their long lashes; her mind was filled with a great ¢ *—comicbooks.com