That Girl of Johnson's — page 195: what you’re looking at

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184 f. r THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S confused and unable at first to comprehend where she was or why she was there, until the voice on the other side of the door told her to go to room No. 37 as soon as she was ready, and she realized what had come. When she entered No. 37 it seemed to her at first that the room was full of people. Her uncle and young Green and Mrs. Allen came forward, for even the woman at that moment felt her heart soften toward the pale, quiet girl entering the room of death, but she passed them with only a glance and crossed to the bedside. Dr. Dunwiddie turned to her, as she approached, with a quiet greeting. ‘We think he wishes to see you, Miss Johnson,” he said. ‘‘He has evidently been looking for some one. Speak to him, please.” She leaned over the bed with wonderful self-control; the hollow face among the pillows was pallid with the dews of death upon it; the coarse, scant hair strayed on the pillow, Instinctively she touched it half timidly with her fingers, speaking faintly to him. “Father,” she said. ‘‘Father!” Young Greene’s eyes, upon her face, filled suddenly with hot tears, of which he was unconscious, and the tenderness in his face made even the cruel woman standing at his side feel a sudden relenting toward him and the girl whom she knew—ah, there was no shadow of doubt in her mind—that he loved. It was the same voice, sweet, low, yet strangely pene- trating, that had called her father back from death before, but how vastly different the scene now! He muttered something unintelligible without opennig his eyes, her voice seeming to reach him even in his stupor, perhaps with the reccllection of that other time when her voice rang down the chasm frightening away the bird of death. Then suddenly he started up and opened wide his eyes—brilliant they were with a swift, false light—and looked past the girl and those at the bedside, to where young Green was standing near the window away from the others. mm Eomicbooks.com