That Girl of Johnson's — page 96: what you’re looking at

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

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 85 spite of the fact that this disease is slowly eating her life away. * Each one of the children loves her; she sometimes tells me, laughing, that she has so many blessings she cannot count them. To hear her talk one would never imagine the nights I have held her up in my arms that she might breathe while she coughed her beautiful life away.” Dolores leaned forward with luminous eyes; for the | time she forgot her father, and the dread waiting for the men to eome to prove the malice prepense in the laming of the mare. The world of which the woman told her was outside of her world; it was the world of her dreams. This girl—she had never before heard of such; even her ideal mother had never been like this, and her mother was the height of her ideal. - Silence reigned in the room for a few minutes; the nurse arose and drew the little half curtains across the windows. The storm had increased, and the wind shook the little house to its foundations, the rain swirling against the panes in an eerie fashion. When all was arranged for the night, even to preparing a bed in the corner on the settle, Mrs. Allen drew her chair up to the fire again, and re- ~ sumed her story. Dolores’ face was troubled—her thoughts had returned to her father, to young Green and his efforts to save her father somehow mixed with his words lately uttered, of love and its sadness; and of the trial that was to come off as soon as her father was able to go to prove— She started at sound of the nurse’s voice and grew white to the lips. This did not escape the watchful eyes of the nurse. There was little that did escape her watchful eyes. “Dora’s father did not know whether or not his brother was living,” she went on, tranquilly, never showing by word or sign that she had noticed any change in the girl. “That the letter had been returned uncalled for, went to prove that he might be dead; but he knew that his brother had no friends outside of the settlement and was not in the habit of receiving letters. That he could Eomicbooks (a QO)