That Girl of Johnson's — page 158: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'S. 147 head. Her eyes took on their old inscrutable expression ; one could get no deeper than the surface ; her lips showed no sign of smiling. Then the deputies had been searching for her father. That was what those men were there for that morning when they stopped and asked of her where he was. They staid long at the tavern; all the men of the settlement were over at the town; Mrs. Jones and Cinthy only were at the tavern. Mrs. Jones could talk, and she, like the other women, did not like her, and Cinthy —Cinthy obeyed her mother in all things. Perhaps when she sent those flowers her mother did not know for whom they were intended. lLodie was at the tavern a good deal, and Lodie was in good standing in the settlement; his place was the largest next to the tavern, and he had more cattle and had prospered more in most ways. He would be a “catch” for any of the girls of the settlement, and Mrs. Jones favored him in consequence. In his rough way he was fond of flowers, and Mrs. Jones may have thought them intended for him. And if those men of the law came for him when he wag not there, when every one knew that he was not there, and sought for him over on the opposite mountain among its dangers, would they not come at any time for him to prove their case? Might they not even insist upon taking him over to the town in spite of his condition? What could stand in its way when once it was aroused, the men of the settlement said. Unconsciously her fingers closed over the flowers in her lap, crushing them relentlessly. Two soft hands released the flowers, and’as Dora wiped away the red stains of the blossoms from her cousin’s hands she said, with a sweet laugh: “Dolores, what is the matter? See what you have done to the poor, pretty flowers—you have killed them; their blood is on your hands, and vour hands have stained mine.” The effect of her words on Dolores was startling. She drew away her hands sternly and arose to her feet, clutch- ing the door-post to steady herself; her face was white, SS (E(@) : mm)” Gomicboo