That Girl of Johnson's — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER I. THE GIRL. The day was dreary when she was born, not only because the rain was falling in a drizzling fashion and a mist hung over the hill’, but because she was born. Every one who knew her said so; she herself used all her voice to protest against it, and as she had a peculiarly penetrating voice from the first it was impressed upon her hearers with un- pleasant distinctness. Her mother, having a soft heart, felt all her tenderness awaking for her weak, crying daughter, and gathered her into her arms with a half pitying caress. But her mother did not live long, and some of her friends went so far as to say that it was well she did not, for she would have spoiled the girl. | Her father—well, there was no danger of her father spoiling the girl with tenderness. He considered her birth one of the blows fate dealt him, and he said he had had many blows from fate. He said fate was against him; people said he was shiftless; they said also that there was hardly a doubt that the girl would be the same. None of the Johnsons amounted to much—at least that branch of the family. Lemuel Johnson, this man’s brother, was com (E aol) ESS (E(@)