That Girl of Johnson's — page 19: what you’re looking at

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8 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, CHAPTER II. THE STRANGER, When Dolores was twenty her father awoke to the fact that she was no longer achild. That he had not noticed this before was surprising, she was so grave and stately in her simple dress going about her simpler duties, but it was owing to the fact that he never noticed her much. The knowledge of her age and comeliness came to him suddenly one day. Johnson was a blacksmith, and young Green, whose father was judge in the town across the mountain, was _ riding up from the valley when his mare cast a shoe, and he stopped at the shop to have it replaced. Green was a pleasant fellow; he talked a good deal be- tween the blows of the hammer. Johnson was eager for news at any time, and Green was an interesting talker, on even the lightest themes. The day was warm and sultry, and after a few minutes young Green asked for water. Johnson sent him to the house for it, saying that Dolores would give it to him. They had a fine well; people traveling across the mountain generally stopped at thelr well. ‘“Who is Dolores?” young Green asked, hghtly. There was no motive of curiosity in the question; he asked it as a matter of courtesy simply, for the village people were fond of talking about themselves and their families, and were pleased if they were questioned regarding them. The reply was given in a tone of utter indifference : ‘‘D’lores? D’lores? Why, she’s jest D’lores !” } Green returned in a few minutes. There was a strange expression on his face, and he did not enter the shop at once; he stood in the door-way, watching the hammer fall on the glowing iron, \ * ¢comicbooks.