That Girl of Johnson's — page 49: what you’re looking at

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38 . THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S., eee the sky; the east was flushing with rose and violet; the valley and the opposite mountain were shrouded in mist; the pines stirred with a rising wind. Dolores saw and heard all; her eyes were wide and sleepless; her face looked haggard and worn in the light of the morning sky. Up on the bank beside her sounded a heavy tread; the bushes under the pines were rudely parted; the sound of deep breathing disturbed the heavy silence. Dolores turned her watchful eyes inquiringly; she felt no sense of fear; she was waiting for her father; all else was of little moment; she had been brought up in a stolid atmosphere. The paling moon shone in two large eyes regarding her from between the dewy bushes; a soft broad nose nearly touched her face. She roused from her apathy; with one slow hand she smoothed the broad head beside her. ‘‘Brindle,” she said, gravely, ‘‘you have lost your bell.” The cow lowed softly; she tossed her head and scattered the dew from the bushes; then she stepped carefully down from the bank, and stood before the girl. ‘‘Brindle,” Dolores said, still in that mechanical fashion, ‘‘you have not been milked; you did not come home last night.” r She arose and entered the house listlessly for the pail, then she called the cow and sat on the door-stone to milk her; the strangeness of the act never entered her mind. Life was growing strange to her and crowding out any conventionality there might be in it. Over the opposite mountain the sun rose, touching its summit with silver and blue and amber, stirring the mist below, shooting it through and through with arrows of gold. The birds awoke; they fluttered among the tree-tops and dewy bushes; their tiny throats filled the air with melody. Columns of smoke began curling and circling up through the blue atmosphere; windows were opened; the lazy life of the settlement was astir. Dolores carried the pail with its foaming contents into the house; she strained the milk and set it away on the GEomicbooks.co m