That Girl of Johnson's — page 156: what you’re looking at

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: THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 145 CHAPTER XXXT. DOLORES AND DORA, “And you found Uncle Joe when every one else had given up the search,” said Dora, softly, her eyes full of loving admiration. ‘How brave you are, Dolores. I would never have had the courage to do it, but then I’m not brave anyhow.” “Why shouldn’t I do it?” Dolores asked, quietly, seein her large eyes wonderingly upon her companion. “He is my father.” “Of course he is,” Dora replied, with a nod of her bright head, untying the broad ribbons of her hat and swinging it around upon her knees. “Papa is my father, too, Dolores Johnson, and I love him; but I would never have enough courage to go off ona lonely, dangerous mountain to find him if he were lost—no, notif I had a dozen men to: go with me. Suppose you had slipped over one of those terri- ble ledges Mr. Green told us about, or walked right off into a chasm when you thought you were in the path? No, I couldn’t do it, ever, but I wish I were brave like you.” Dolores said nothing, because she had nothing to say. Dora must be a coward if she would not do that for her father; any of the women of the settlement would have done the same. “Tf you were at home,” Dora continued, with a loving little pat on the hand she held in hers, “they would have you in the papers; they would head the article ‘Unprece- dented Bravery; Marvelous Courage; The Act of a Nine- teenth Century Girl that Would Do Credit to the Roman Maidens of Historic Times!!! A Beautiful Damsel Risks Her Life to Save Her Father; Her Efforts Crowned With Success!!!’ Doesn’t that sound like something, Dolores? And you’d have a string of reporters at your cComicbhoo S) €O mn