That Girl of Johnson's — page 154: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 143 —_ a stern expression on his face which his friend had never before seen, said, with quiet authority : “Be quiet, Johnson. Not another word. Charlie, go into the other room. Mrs. Allen, help me at once; his excite- ment has brought on hemorrhage.” As Green closed the door behind him he caught a glimpse of Johnson’s face that he never forgot. It was palild as death and ghastly with the hollow eyes. Horror and amazement mingled in his face as he noiselessly crossed the room and passed out of the house through the pantry at the rear, without disturbing the two on the door-step, and struck out among the pines beyond toward the summit where the winds were soft and the sky blue and still. Peace was around him, and silence, save an occasional eall of a wood dove, or the drowsy humming of insects. Butter- flies flashed before him, and yellow bees boomed around him, and now and then the clack of a cow bell among the freshened grass. He walked as one dealt a stunning blow and was dazed ; he stumbled among the undergrowth and staggered as one drunken with wine ; his face was white and set; his kindly blue eyes had grown keen as one who sees far and clear. Brindle, standing ankle deep in the soggy leaves and mosses, cropping a few stray sprigs of long clover topped with blossoms that had grown above their brothers, looked at him with her grave eyes as he passed; her bell swung with a slight tinkle, and then was still. He did not see her; had he seen her he would have recognized her from any other cow. Hesaw nothing around him clearly; his thoughts, ina tumult, were in the little bare room of the house below where the strong man, who had just been brought back from death, lay in his repulsive fit of pas- sion; and with the mare in the stables at home, the beauti- ful, intelligent animal, ruined forever through a cowardly act of malice; the two blending so closely that he could not separate them, mingling with the stray words he had Gomicbooks (E(0) mn