That Girl of Johnson's — page 77: what you’re looking at

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66 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. his strong arm about her; there was a look in her eyes he could never forget. Then she loosened her hold of him, and stood alone slender and stately on the brink of the yawning gulf. It was marvelous how she impressed those about her with her personality. . Many a time afterward ‘the young man was wakened in the night with the memory of her as she-stood there in her utter self-forgetfulness, her feet touching the edge of the gulf opening before her, her tender face grand with its brave soul, the rough men around her silent in the strange spell she held over them. ‘‘T will call him,” she said, gravely. ‘‘He may answer, for he is there, I know.” She learned above the void filled in with ghostly mist and gruesome shadows; young Green’s hand was upon her arm, but she did not know it. She called aloud, and her voice rang down the silence, waking the echoes from rock to rock : ‘Father! Father !” The bird of death overhead flapped his heavy wings and uttered a fierce cry as a panther might that has lost its young. They waited and listened; no sound disturbed the hush of the mountain’s heart save the echoes fainting farther and farther into the mysterious depths below: “Father! Father !” | ‘‘He did not hear,” said Dolores, quietly. ‘Or ee he cannot answer. I will call again.” That he was there she did not doubt; whether dead or alive she would find him; she believed that, too. She placed her hands to her mouth, and her voice again woke the echoes like the tones of a flute: ‘Father! Father !” The vulture whirred down in front of them with its fierce cry. Then suddenly up from the depths, yet not far from them, floated a faint call, half moan, half answer. They. listened as though in doubt, afraid to believe lest they be mistaken, But again the faint voice sounded not far dis- “ECOmIcboo ks co . ~Sy