That Girl of Johnson's — page 62: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, — o1 CHAPTER XI. AT THE TAVERN. The woman came to meet them as they rode up. Foam dripped from the mouths of their horses, and their heads hung listlessly, while their flanks were covered with sweat. The men dismounted and loosened the saddle girths; they removed the bits and called for food for them. Their orders were readily obeyed, for they had paid lib- erally before, and she knew it was to her advantage to treat them with all due respect. Doubtless they would have news, too, and news was most welcome next to money. There were no men about the place, for all had gone to the town, but a stout girl so much the image of the woman there could be no doubt of her being her daughter was sent to the stables for the feed and to fill the trough with water. Then when the men had bathed the mouths with water and seen that they were well supplied with feed they went inside and ordered their own dinner. The shadows of the trees were refreshing after their tiresome ride, and they sat just inside the low door-way where the faint breeze, blowing softly from the mountain, fanned their faces with its piny breath. The woman was not without tact; no woman is; she set the pine table near them; there was no cloth upon it, but it was white and clean, and the dishes also were clean though somewhat broken and old-fashioned. They had been her mother’s before her, and would, doubtless, last through her daughter’s life-time. Her daughter cooked the bacon and eggs to a turn—most of the women were | excellent cooks; the potatoes.were white and flaky; the milk was thick with cream—most of the guests of the comicbooks (a(@) m