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60 ; THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER XIII. YOUNG GREEN AGAIN. “Dolores!” exclaimed young Green, eagerly, a warm light in his kindly eyes as he went up to her with out- stretched hands. His face was pleasant in the dreary morning and free from restraint, but the girl wished vaguely that he had not come. She gave him her hand reluctantly ; she was no longer listless, and it was evident to him that she would much rather not have given him her hand. “T came over to see about your father,” he said, walking beside her, leading his horse by the bridle. *‘You have heard nothing from him yet, Miss Johnson %” She shook her head. A strange feeling of rebellion was waking in her heart—a rebellion at life and at fate. ‘‘T shall find him to-day,” she said, steadily. For the first time he noticed the bottle at her waist and the strange, sad expression of her face. A knowledge of her errand flashed upon him; involuntarily he paused, his eyes searching her face, and there was a new expression on his, a light in the blue eyes that warmed a color into the pale, pure face under their kindly scrutiny. He touched her arm gently to detain her. ‘You are going to find him, Miss J ohhwoneepalaraas You believe he is lost over on yonder mountain? What fools we were not to have thought of that before. Our minds were filled with everything else but possible harm to him. Let me go with you; may I? What could you do should you find him? And perhaps one or two of the men here will go with us. We will stop at the tavern and see. Should there be need we would wish more than ourselves.” He used no softening words to her; he knew she compre- hended the possible ending to. their search, She was a GOomiic 9,00 Sy (ee)