That Girl of Johnson's — page 90: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 79 His eyes darkened suddenly, a strange tenderness came over the fair, kindly face. “After all, there is a sadness about love; perhaps it is as well, Dolores.” _ He turned swiftly from her, and crossing the room lighted only by the flickering fire, his figure defined in grotesque shapes upon the walls, he entered the room beyond, leav- ing her motionless at the darkened window, her eyes fol- lowing him. , Presently she left the window also and crossing toa ' Shelf at the other end took down the last book he had brought her and opened it to her favorite reading sf the fables of the stars. Taking it over to the firelight she sat down on the low stool there and with the book open on her knees, leaned above it like a silent Cinderella, reading by the flickering red light on the hearth, until she forgot the hush of the sick-room beyond, the shadow that was upon her life, the strangeness of fate—everything but the world spread overhead for the reading of the intelligent mind, and the grand proof of the Creator and the creation writ- ten thereon. Her eyes bent over the pages were luminous, her cheeks flushed softly. She was out of her narrowed life with the infinite range of the heavens spread before her ; the millions and millions of miles of space carried her mind with the thoughts far, far above the shut in life of her mountain home and the stolid settlement that had no life but the tavern and the gossip. As young Green entered the bedroom the nurse was~ setting things to rights for the night; all her movements were noiseless; she smiled at him as he entered; the two doctors were talking together in an undertone. ‘Take good care of her, Mrs. Allen,” he said, earnestly ; ‘fand see that she sleeps. She is completely worn out with this strain. I leave it with you to see that she is in- terested in things outside of this room. I will stop at the tavern to-night and be up early 1 in the morning. mabe Ping: all right, aks a comicbooks Cate)