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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 2 17 would keep his promise to her, feeling strangely glad when she thought of him. She had perfect faith in him. Her father’s face was lurid as he snatched the book from the ground. His small eyes, close set, were full of brute - cruelty; the veins of. his forehead were swollen. Dolores had never before seen him in such a mood. Her eyes dilated as she watched him; that he would do her harm she would not be surprised. The soft, sweet air of the night seemed to shrink from his curses; she watched him, but she scarcely heard him. In his hands, used to wielding the heavy hammer, the book was a toy; his fingers closed over it, and in an in- stant it lay in shreds at her feet. For amoment she did not comprehend what had been done; she looked from the book to him, and back again. Her eyes were wide, as though she did not comprehend. _ Then she arose; her face was white, and her eyes flashed. She looked at him, and he cowered before her. She was tall and stately; he had never before appreciated her dignity. Now he appreciated it to the full. The book was the dearest. thing in the world to her; he could have wounded her in no other way. Mechanically he gathered up the scattered fragments and as she held out her hand for them he gave them to her without a word, without even glancing at her. For the - time she was more than his daughter; her eyes were on his face, and her spirit ruled his. Then they strayed away to the mountain top vailed in haze. The moonlight was mellow along the sides; a faint breeze strayed down and moved the waves of her hair. The fire died out of her eyes; her hands, mechanically holding the torn leaves of her book, fell listlessly at her side; her shadow lay long and dark behind her. There was a sense of mystery about her which her father could not understand; he shrank from it and from her, and passed away up the dark bank heavy with the shad- Ss) (e(o) as comicboo