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s€ ~ - - ’ ' 4 « oe a te. = a Ay ¥ FS Oe ae ss THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 121 her hand, but she paid no heed to her; she was waiting to know the worst. “You know how he was brought home,” continued Dr. Dunwiddie. ‘‘You were the one who found him; to you he owes his life—you and Charlie. His right leg was broken below the knee; we set that and his arm yesterday, but his left leg—” _ His voice was steady and grave. Mrs. Allen’s face was blanching; how the girl would take it she did not know; she was used to many affecting scenes, but this was totally. different. Young Green stood erect at the window, his hands clasped behind him, the nails cutting into the flesh in his stern self-control, his eyes not moving from the re- pressed face opposite. Dolores did not once glance toward him. “ His left leg is broken in two places, Miss Johnson. We did not wish to tell you till the worst was over, but it is best you should know We intended you to go with your uncle and know nothing of this till it was over. It is best this way. “Your father remained so long in that position in the night dampness, in his exhausted state, that we dared do nothing yesterday. We wished to save this limb if it were possible ; it would be worse than folly to attempt it; it is best that it should go. Then, with careful nursing, we may bring him around all right.” Still Dolores did not move; she wished to understand it thoroughly, as yet the truth was but slowly dawning upon her. “T thought that you were not capable of hearing the truth ; I believed you were like many women; I see how mistaken I was; your friend here,” with a movement of his hand and a half smile toward young Green, “tried to impress ‘upon me that you were braver than other women, but I would not be convinced. I know now that you are brave—brave enough for this—and worse.” She understood. The truth was upon her in all the (e(@) mm Eomicbooks