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eae THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | 7 he would be a cripple always? She dared not say this; she dared not look at the girl at first. Presently Dolores spoke again, and her voice wags per- fectly even and slow. And in involuntary admiration the nurse turned toward her. Slender and stately she stood at the window, robed in her simple print gown, her hands hanging down in front of her in their old position. ‘How long before he will be well”? “ Impossible to tell,” the woman replied, gravely. ‘Such cases are uncertain.” ‘But he will get well?” “Why not? We will take good care of him.” - “Do you think,” Dolores’ eyes grew dark as night, “do you think they will send for him before he can go? They are waiting for him to go to the town. Did you know—for him to go to prove—” “I know,” the woman said, quietly, with perfect control over the muscles of her face. ‘‘I have heard. No, they will not send for him until he can go. You must not worry, Miss Johnson.” ~ Dolores turned back to the window with no further re- mark, and silence fell over the room save for the woman’s soft movements, and a hushed sound from the bedroom now and then. CHAPTER XVII. THE NURSE’S STORY. The doctors remained in that hushed room the whole of the long night through; the nurse said that they would go presently, but they did not. As darkness settled down heavily one of them came out and spoke to the nurse; Dolores could not catch his words; it seemed to her she was continually striving to hear what she could not. Then the nurse went into the bedroom with the doctors, and the door was shut, SS (E(0) Eomicboo