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42 . THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER IX. IDLE TONGUES. Later, as Dolores watched, a yellow cloud of dust arose where the road and the sky seemed to meet. She watched it mechanically ; her father would not come that way; her father did not like the town well enough to come that way; he would come up from the valley. As the cloud appeared and drew nearer out of it appeared a body of horsemen riding at a sharp pace down the rough road ; their errand must be urgent, Dolores thought, idly, for it was not the rule for fast riding on the mountain. They slackened their pace as they came up. The girl was plainly discernible in her print gown under the pines. They halted at the rickety gate, and one of them dis- mounted and went up the walk. He removed his hat as he drew near Dolores. She arose with wondering eyes, though there was still that wistfulness in their depths that moved the heart of the beholder—a wistfulness that was clear almost as a question, for sympathy in her trouble. ‘Miss Johnson ?” She hesitated a moment; the name was unfamiliar to her save as used by young Green. Then she bent her head in reply. “Your father ?” ‘ He is not here,” she said, slowly. “Where can we find him ?” ‘‘T do not know.” ‘But we must find him.” He frowned sternly; his face and voice were authoritative. ‘“ He is summoned to appear in court to-day in the Green case; the law cannot wait. Can you give us no idea where we can find him ?” “oNo. 99 He looked at her searchingly, Was she shielding her Comicbooks.co m