That Girl of Johnson's — page 194: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | 183 I go up stairs your uncle will come-to you for a moment, then promise you will go to your room and rest. Will you stay, Charlie ?” “Have you a room for me, Hal? I can go to a hotel, you know.” He would not say before the girl that he had no intention of going to any room that night but the room above where the dying man lay. Dr. Dunwiddie understood and answered, lightly : | ‘Indeed you’ll not go to any hotel. Of course we have room for you here, and will be glad to have you, Charlie.” And then when he had left the room Lemuel Johnson came down for a moment to see Dolores, saying little, for he dared say little with her searching eyes on his face and the fear upon him that she might ask questions he would not answer. She was so different from other girls that he almost feared her. He held her hands kindly in his a moment, and said she was brave to come so far—that her father was quiet—great shock to them all—this relapse. Dunwiddie and the other physicians scarcely thought such a thing possible, though they had warned them of the pos- sible ending. Then one of the women came to take the girl and Mrs. Allen to their room, and they went, Dolores al- most glad to leave his presence in her present suppressed state of feeling. She did not think of resting or sleeping with the great weight of her injustice to her father upon her mind; she did not even intend to lie down, but the woman who entered with them at the orders of the doctor to see that, the girl should rest quietly, removed her things and induced her to lie down for a moment any way, and with her weary head among the cool pillows, and her heavy, luxuriant hair falling like a vail around her, Dolores Johnson fell asleep in the quiet room at the city hospital and slept until a light tapping on her door awoke her, and she started to her feet to find that Mrs. Allen had left the room and the day was broad awake. She answered the rap, a tremor in her voice, her thoughts Eomichoo cS (a(e) m