That Girl of Johnson's — page 98: what you’re looking at

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

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 87 or cared to hear of her was strange enough, but that Dora, the beautiful, golden-haired, gray-eyed girl from the midst of the marvelous world of her dreams should love her or wish to love her was beyond her comprehension. She twisted her slim fingers together in her lap, her large brown eyes fixed steadfastly on the calm face in the shadows, searching for a knowledge of this that had never yet come to her life. She was perfectly quiet, and asked no questions, and a careless observer might have said that she did not care and had not been interested in the conver. sation, | “Do you not wonder, child,” the nurse said, slowly, “why my girl is so interested in you? Have you never thought of this uncle of yours of whom you have never heard or seen, or wondered that he never came, or let your father know he was living ?” Dolores’ voice was unmoved, her eyes still gravely ques- tioning. “Yes,” she replied, “I think if he is living he is happy in his life, and prefers to leave us out. I do not blame him; no one here in the settlement blames him; they say he is the only one worth anything. lam like my father, only worse.”’ There was not a trace of bitterness in her voice; it was merely a fact of which every one knew. The nurse made a quick movement as of indignation. The girl was pro- vokingly stupid. When she spoke, however, her vioce was gentle, as usual. ‘Your father is not like his brother, Dolores; your father prefers a quiet life and all the old things about him. Your uncle would feel chained in by the towering mountains and the quiet. You will not blame him when you see him, and Dora will win your heart at once, as you have already won hers. As soonas the storm is over they will come. Dora’s father is your ones BOSE es, and they came here on purpose to find you.” | EComicboo gS) (E(@) mn: