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204 i THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S “T am sure, sure that I want you, Dolores Johnson, more than any woman in God’s beautiful world. You hands may be empty hands, but they are beautiful in the work they | do and have done for others, for even these cruel people | here who would have ruined your sweet life, and the woman who, now your uncle’s wife, would have stained her hands forever for the darkening of your heart.” And what could she say? And the lights of the sunset were very tender over them as they crossed the bridge and passed up along the road through the settlement where the changes of her working had given an air of neatness and home life and widening of view, with its school and church and kindly touch of neighborliness; and as they passed the tavern where Jones and his comrades still sat with their pipes in lazy enjoyment, the men gave greeting with a new touch of kindliness that went to the heart of the girl who had lived her twenty years among them uncared for and unloved. And the eyes of her lover were brilliant with the depth of his thought for her, and his arm was strong to guide and guard her through any pain the future might bring, and never again could this pale, beautiful girl of Johnson’s suffer alone or bear her life’s burdens outside of the pale of tenderest love. (THE END.) “THE FACE OF ROSENFEL,” by Coartes Howarp MonTAGUE, will be published in the next number (54) of LHE SELECT SERIES, | / Be | cComicbooks co