Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 136 of 233
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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 125 commands meekly as Dora could have done, and when they sent her to bed she went like a child and closed her wide, troubled eyes, and slept as only a tired nature can sleep—dreamlessly, dead, neither moving or speaking till daylight came. During the day she watched at his side with idle hands and eyes that seemed to see much that others never saw, or she took the spoon from the hands of the nurse and fed him at stated intervals gently, almost tenderly, with steady fingers and nerves. She never com- plained of being tired ; she seldom spoke. Young Green had gone home, but he came over every day, bringing gentle messages and thoughtful delicacies from Dora, and cheerful words in his pleasant voice with his kindly eyes upon her face, and the words he spoke, though they might be trivial, followed the girl through the live long day, though apparently she scarcely heard them, and seldom answered him. Her cheeks had gath- ered color and her eyes lost their strained look when he left, which the nurse and the doctors noted with different effect, and said it was well; while the eyes of the young man himself were quick to catch changes, and he carried a lighter heart back to the town than he brought over the stormy mountain with its vail and mist and its sobbing pines. For three days Johnson lay in this stupor so like death, ~ scarcely stirring, not opening his eyes; his face was thin and drawn, his eyes sunken and hollow; his hair, a few days before so lightly sprinkled with gray, had grown suddenly white. He had aged so that his every-day com- panions would not know him. ! Dolores saw this in silence; her thoughts were busy, but her lips were dumb. What she felt during those three dark days with the silence as of death in the house, and the rain and wind sobbing around the corners, and the familiar pines tapping at the windows, no one ever knew. Those about her guessed in part, but even they never. fully realized what she suffered, not even young Green, whose (e(@) m GComicbooks