That Girl of Johnson's — page 110: what you’re looking at

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

~~ THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 99 they trying to torment him to put his threat of vengeance to the test? He shifted his left leg over his right, and set his chair down hard and square upon the floor. Jones was growing uneasy, for well he knew Lodie’s easy going manner covered a sturdy soul. He knew, too, that Lodie was a man of his word, and when his mind was once made up it was not to be changed. A sudden hush fell on them all. “ Look a-hyar, Sadler,” Lodie said, slowly—Dolores could not have spoken slower. ‘“Et’s bein’ worse’n ther beastie ter hit a man when he’s down, special when yer know he kyan’t live long ter bother nobody. Ef theys get hem ower ter ther town alive et’ll be more’n I reckon. An’ more’n thet, he may be dead or a-dyin’ thes minnet while wes _ what call ourselves his fr’ends be talkin’ 0’ him names an’ sayin’ onkind thengs ’bout hem. Hem an’ his gal has *nough ter thenk of ’thout we uns heapin’ on her an’ him a lot o’ hyard thengs ’t ain’t-all true or kind. How’d ye like ther same said ’bout ye, or yer gal, Sadler ?” The fire died down on the hearth until only a glowing heap of ashes remained. The rain and wind sobbed outside at the doors and windows, swaying the creaking sign at the door-post. Suddenly the low door was thrown open, letting in a gust of hoarse east wind and showers of rain and sleet, and out of this, like a wreath of the storm, tall, erave-faced, drenched to the skin, young Green stood in their midst. | Eomichoo “S (Eo) m