That Girl of Johnson's — page 72: what you’re looking at

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| THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. eon On marvelous woman, and there was no need to soften the truth to her. You must ride my horse, Miss Johnson. The way is long and rough, and—” Her stifled cry stopped him; her face was Aas as death, and her eyes dilated with ceneee ~ I will walk,” she said, simply, Her lips had lost their warm red color; they were drawn and stiff, and she spoke with difficulty ; her wide eyes were on his face in their strange wistfulness. “Then I will leave him at the tavern,” he said, quietly, to comfort her. He was watching her curiously; the words of the men spoken yesterday after their visit to the settlement held a new meaning to him borne in on his mind by her horror and terror told so plainly by her face. A group of men were around the door of the tavern as they approached, and were talking over the events of the previous day. The tavern keeper’s wife had given a de- scription of the deputies’ visit, and a bit of news like that lost nothing in her telling. It was interesting to them, and they gave in return the sensation the message the men had given created at the court-room. They had their opinions, too, and gave them pretty freely. When young Green and Dolores appeared their glances were suggestive, and they listened in silence when the young man spoke, When he finished an ominous silence fell upon them. Then Lodie arose. Lodie was tall and slow of movement; he stood up awkwardly among them, but they heeded what he said. Green was a good judge of character; he was used to all classes and all kinds of people; that something kept the men silent he was well aware; but had he known what this was he would have faced them with a sterner face and a voice that would have brought back any latent manhood of which they were possessed. Lodie arose, and stood among them tall and awkward. Of them all he was the most angular and uncouth, but among them he was nobler than they. | ra m cS (e(@) Eomichoo