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34 exit THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. land arose from the other end of the piazza. She knocked — again and louder; then again she waited. No one came. If the judge were gone where should she find him? That she might fail to find him did not enter her head. A step sounded on the gravel at the side of the house; she turned and faced the new-comer. ‘‘Dolores !” exclaimed young Green, in astonishment. A red flush crept in her face. ‘‘T want to see the judge,” she said, gravely, and there was a wistfulness in the large dark eyes raised to his for an instant that caused his heart to throb strangely while a flush also arose in his own face. “My father? He is not at home. ‘When the court ad- journed at. three he took the train to N——. If you wish to see him Iam sorry. Will not I do instead? Come in, Miss Johnson; my mother would be pleased to meet you.” She was unused to being called ‘‘Miss Johnson,” and scarcely heard the unfamiliar name. He bade the dogs be quiet, and opened the door, waiting for her to pass in. ‘IT won’t stay,” she said. ‘‘The judge is not at home. I came to see the judge.” She turned down the steps, and he closed the door, fol- lowing her. The dogs were leaping around him, but he sent them back and joined her. “Tf you will not go inside, may I walk with you, Miss Johnson ?” She bowed her head, and they passed up the street to- gether in silence. That the people they passed, and whom her companion greeted, turned and looked curiously after them she did not know; had she known it would have affected her little. She came on an errand, and could not accomplish it; that thought was uppermost in her mind, blended as a always was in thinking of it, with the face and eyes of the young man beside her. ‘‘Dolores,” he said at last, when they were climbing the rough road beyond the town, unconsciously sing the m t \ (E(e) EGEDooKs-4GoO