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eA a ~S ke «7%. § oo) o>" PF 5 ee : = ‘4 x Ley re aa oe , oe . > THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 33 as it was, she never thought of herself; she was constantly on the lookout for the court-house. : At length she came to it; she knew she was right; a long, low, white building with wide steps and a bell in the tower. - There was no sign of life about except a dog on one of. the steps. He arose and looked at her with bristling hair, but she hardly looked at him, for she was a little bewil- dered, and scarcely knew what to do. The dog sat down with a friendly wag of his tail. She walked up the steps past the dog, and turned the handle of the door, but could not openit. This ending of her journey had not entered her head. For a moment she stood in doubt what todo. People passing on the street looked curiously at her. A boy who was sitting astride of the fence called to her that the door was locked; but if she wanted the lockup it was down around the corner. She did not know he was laughing at her; she walked down the steps and spoke to him. She asked him where she could find the judge. She was looking at him with her straight, level glance, and he was disconcerted. He began to whistle, whittling the fence post in self-defense. .Then he answered her. The judge, he said, lived in the house -on the hill; if she came down the main street she must have passed it. He knew she did not belong in the town, and shrewdly guessed that she came from the settlement beyond. Not a bit of her resolution was gone as she retraced her steps, but she walked swiftly, for it was growing late. A stone house, the boy said, with a flat roof and little cran- nies around the windows; there was no fence around it; the lawn was smooth and green; a terrace sloped down to the street. It was the only one of the sort in the town. She found it without trouble; she mounted the steps and knocked at the big door. She did not know she should ring the bell. No one came; a little terrier rushed yelping around the corner of the house and up to her; a Newfound- (E(0) GComicbooks m