Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 104 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 93 prised. He had not expected any remark directly to the point, and perhaps preferred none such should be offered and he was also unprepared for reply. © “ Et’s better so,” said Lodie, gravely, changing his left leg over the right; ‘“et’s better so than fer him ter hev run inter hidin’.” A silence fell over them all: each thought the same; in fact they thought éotteidarably beyond that, but not one of them dared say what was in his mind. Perhaps each one thought the other would speak, or that they had not the same notion regarding the matter.. It was rather an ugly thought that possessed them, and no one cared to give ut- terance to it for fear of what the others might think should they not believe the same of the man now lying low and unable to defend himself. “Reyther onsatisfact’ry ans’rs they giv us when we went ter ask ’bout hem,” said big Tom Smith, dissatisfiedly, as he pushed the cat from the hearth with his foot and drew his chair up nearer the fire. “We’s did et fer feelin’ fren’ly, an’ theys might a’ treated us decent.” “Ther jedge’s son were thar,” said another big, stout man, with a malicious snort of laughter. “Ther jedge’s son were thar, an’ theys were too big ter speak ter sech common folks as we uns. What hev we ter do with they uns sence ther jedge’s son hev took up Johnsing an’ his al.” : A loud burst of laughter drowned the sobbing of the storm, Lodie alone sat quite unmoved, staring gravely into the crackling fire. “ An’ theys bringed two doctors from ther town,” Tom Smith added, with a gusty catching of his breath; ‘‘an’ a woman ter tend him. Theys takin’ precious good care 0’ him, seems ter me, fer a feller what’s got a summons ter court ’bout lamin’ a mare. Ef he were somethin’ ’sides shef’less Johnsing ’twouldn’t seem so outlandish, but ter ~ cuddle him up with his big sinews—” ‘An’ a woman, too,” another fellow broke in, starting Ss) (e(0) Gomicboo