That Girl of Johnson's — page 128: what you’re looking at

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"he THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 117 There was no trace of agitation in the young girl’s face or manner as she crossed the room to the two at the small _ south window. “Dr. Dunwiddie,” she said, gravely. Her eyes were searching his for the truth; she never glanced at his com- panion. ‘Dr. Dunwiddie,” she continued, slowly and dis- tinctly, “‘you can tell me if you will. There is no reason why I should not know the truth; is he not my father? Have Inotaright to know? These others are strangers here, yet they are allowed to be with him, to care for him, and know what the matter is, while I am shut out from his room and put off with evasive replies when I wish to know. Do you think this is fair or just? All the other women of the settlement care for the men when there is need, there is no reason why I should not do the same if there is need, and ‘there must be, else why are these strangers here, and why is he kept so quiet? I do not understand it, and I cannot unless you will tell me. And here is my uncle here waiting to take me away from my father, to leave him to be taken care of by strangers. Ido not know my uncle; no doubt he wishes us well, but he is - a stranger to me, and he is my father. Dora does not know,” she lingered over the name—‘how could she know, or I am sure she would not wish me to go; she could not wish to go; she would not do it herself—you know she would not do it herself. Do you think I do not know some- thing ails my father more than you have said?” The bedroom door opened noiselessly, and Dr. Grey came out. He was somewhat older than his contemporary, but he had the appearance and.manner of one much younger. He was full of life and jollity, in spite of his close connec- tion with life’s last tragedy. His round. good-natured face was wrinkled with smiles, his close cropped hair was red and fairly stood up all over his head. He was of medium height, with a stout yet agile figure; his reddish brown eyes were constantly twinkling as with suppressed laugh- ter, All his patients liked him, but in an illness demand- EComichboo “S (E(@) mi