That Girl of Johnson's — page 182: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. a 171 tangled with that and the girl at the western window in the sunset lights and the boy of her heart—their only child, the best son, she often said, laughing, that a mother ever had. _ Dora was partly in shadow though her face, too, caught the glow from above ; she had been reading aloud of Lochin- var from the west, but the book had slipped from her hands and lay on the floor at her feet. Her fingers were clasped around her knees in graceful abandon, regardless | of all save the girl standing above her, silent, slender, purer and truer than any maiden in the courts where Lochinvar met his love. The silence that had followed Dolores all her life seemed to fall like a vail around her, and even to her*cousin for the time. The sunset lights faded and died; a mellow darkness enveloped the eastern slope of the mountain; the road that wound up its side was like a slender thread in the darkness Out in the street people were passing, their voices drifting in through the open window together with the fragrance of the flowers on the bank below. Suddenly the sound of a church bell smote the air, and Dolores started, turning from the window “What is it?” she asked of Dora, and Dora arose as she answered her : “Church bells, Lorie,” touching the hand nearest her shyly, as though she were half afraid. ‘‘This is Wednes- day evening, and the bell is ringing for prayer meeting.” Dolores made no further remark on the subject. She . knew nothing of prayer meetings or church bells; they had little interest for her; her thoughts were with her father, with young Green, with many things outside of this com- monplace subject. She turned from the window, however, bringing her face into shadow. Dora’s face, lifted to hers, was touched with the tender roseate flush of the after glow. <A silence seemed to have fallen upon them all; even Mrs, Allen had ceased her reading, and was watching the girls with an inscrutable expression in her eyes. . Had (E(@) nm Gomicbooks