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190 : THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. strained look of suffering. Her cough was leaving her and health was upon her. | Dr. Dunwiddie called her over to him by the window that morning, and she went to him obediently, and stand- ing beside him there she did not come up to his shoulder. ‘“Something must be done for your cousin,” he said, gravely. ‘‘I leave it to you what that shall be, Miss Dora, but whatever it is must be done speedily. She isin such a state of half consciousness, her senses dulled by too much strain upon them that she is in danger of losing her mind. She has wonderful powers of endurance, but human nature is human nature. Goto her. You are a woman, and will know what to do.” ; ‘But I don’t know what to do,” she said as gravely as he had spoken. ‘‘Dr. Dunwiddie, Lorie is so different from other girls, I don’t know what to say when she is like that. She is so beautiful and so still. How can I break through her reserve or bring her to tears ?” “It sounds cruel,” he said, ‘‘Miss Dora, but it is the only thing that can be done, and is true kindness.” ‘You are always kind,” she said, softly, and the soft eyes lifted to his were womanly eyes, and the tender, drooping face was a sweet face to him. It had grown upon his heart as he watched her through the year that had worked such changes on more lives than his. ‘‘We will take her away from here as soon—as—all is over. We return to New York next week, Dr. Dunwiddie. There is so much there to take her mind from these things; the change will be good —better than anything else, will it not?” He turned suddenly from the tender face, the soft eyes, the sweet mouth quivering with her thought for her cousin, and stood silently at the window for a moment as though he had forgotten her presence. Then presently he turned again to her, and there was a sudden determination upon the strong, kind face that bent so tenderly above hers lifted to his inquiringly, the soft color fleeing and: returning again in great tides in her face. Eomicbooks.co mn