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138 is THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. head, with the sullen expression on his face. Mrs. Allen glanced quickly at the girl with a touch of pity on her face, but Dr. Dunwiddie looked up into the steady, un- moved face, saying, with a half smile: “Invalids have queer freaks, but he must have the tea. Let Mrs. Allen try, Miss Johnson.” Dolores neither replied nor gave place to the nurse; she bent over the bed and held the spoon steadily to his lips, as she said, in a tone that thrilled her listeners by its slow, almost stern sweetness : “Drink this, father.” He obeyed like a child, and she fed him carefully accord- ing tothe doctor’s orders. When that was finished she brought warm water anda sponge and bathed his face. Then while Dr. Dunwiddie still raised his head on his arm she slipped a fresh pillow under his head and carried the other to the outer room. Dr. Dunwiddie watched her movements wonderingly. Where did this girl get her womanly tact? Surely not from this man upon the pillows, whose face was indicative of nothing but a brute nature. There was not a touch upon it of the rare purity and ten- derness in the face of the girl, his daughter. Ay, she was worthy his friend. There should nothing come between them if it were in his power to avoid it. How could he for one instant have thought otherwise ? It was an exquisite morning. Mrs. Allen was with the doctor, there was no need of her there, and she went out and sat on the door-stone in the shadow of the pines. Leaning her head against the door-post her hands fell to her lap. The opposite mountain showed distinctly against the blue heavens—green, with odorous pines, and gray with the bold, sharp ledges, while here and there a stray flag of mist fluttered to and fro. The girl’s eyes were intent on the mountain with a sort of hungry look in them. It had meddled so with her life —or was it the fate of the stars that crippled her father and prevented his going to court where the men were comicbooks.co