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tS es THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S.; 9 |. 14] Dolores’ fingers closed tightly around the flowers in her lap as she looked up at the girl before her—the cousin who had come to claim her, the only one in all the world who had ever loved her since Betsy Glenn died. She was a small little lady, and neatly dressed from the wide. | brimmed white hat with its drooping gray plume, to the blue ribbon around her throat, and the soft gray costume and delicate gloves. Her yellow hair was gathered under the broad hat, with here and there a stray curl peeping truantly upon her forehead ; her eyes were wide and gray, dark with excitement, soft with a touch of tears; her mouth was gentle and sweet, but the lips were colorless ; her small oval face was white as death save for a faint trace of feverish color upon either cheek. Dolores knew nothing of the nature of Dora’s disease, and to her the girl was a picture—something to look at and love and admire, but too fair to touch. Her eyes grew luminous as she looked at her. The brown eyes and the gray met. Dolores’ lips parted in one of her rare smiles that transformed her face for the moment; her eyes were like wells of light, beautiful, unfathomable. Young Green was standing behind Dora. During the time he had known Dolores never had she looked like that ; it was a revelation to him of what she was capable. He > could not take his eyes from her face, and it was graven upon his memory and his heart, never to be forgotten. She did not see him; she saw nothing but Dora, and it was uncommon for women to show such marvelous depth of soul to another woman. Dora saw no one but her cousin. They did not kiss each other; they offered no en- dearment common to women, but Dora sat down on the door-step beside Dolores, and slipped her hands among the . flowers in her lap. “T am so happy !” she said. Dolores said nothing. Her eyes talked for her. Young Green, with a feeling that he had no right to be there, passed unnoticed around to the rear of the house, | Ras ape) Gomicbooks