Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 163 of 233
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152 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, — them, only sweeter, and dearer, and truer. It is in you, dear; can’t I see it plain as can be? You need not try to deny it. I knew it before I ever saw you, just from Mr. Green’s talks about you. How he admires you, Dolores! And he isa friend worth having; don’t ever forget that. You will meet plenty of men in the city, men who would die for one such glance as you can give if you choose from those great eyes of yours with the wonderful soul in them, but among them all Mr. Green, this friend of the mountain life of yours is as true and noble a man as you could wish to meet. Don’t ever let them turn your head, Dolores, dear; only I know they couldn’t do it.” She laughed gayly, and patted the slender hands she held with sudden, swift tenderness. ‘‘I shall be so proud to introduce you as ‘my cousin,’” she said. Presently she went on with her words of what they would do, they two, when they were home in the city, and Dolores listened in silence, wondering more and more how this girl could eare to love her, could care to have her for her cousin. ‘“We will paint together, Dolores,” she said, “and sew and play. You shall sing and I will accompany you on my guitar, and you shall sing and accompany yourself, for the guitar will just suit your voice; and how you would look in an old gold gown with warm colored roses about you, playing a guitar, its broad ribbon across your shoul- ders, your eyes—just as they are now. Oh, sucha soul as there is inthem at this minute, Dolores Johnson! The men will love you, and the women—must. Dolores, Dolores, I cannot wait. I wish I might take you right now.” : She paused, breathless, smiling, sitting erect, holding Dolores by her two round arms, her sweet face flushed with excitement. ‘You should be more careful, Dora,” Mrs. Allen said, a note of harshness in her voice. Then she repented, and Eomicbooks.com — tN te oe eu al . hare un ye Ale ome a 4 ; sah a | tee - la ed ork ¥ eh | GIRS Sele LE ee © ae