Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 74 of 233
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as, elite? eer pe ee ra pk + z a 2. < 5 = THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 63 heart he would do pretty much all he could for him, and Johnson was a genial man at times, and made the tavern ring with laughter that gave life to the quiet place. He stood with the rest of the men in the door-way watching the queer group going down the mountain sullen with the gray light of the threatening day. Mrs. Jones - and her daughter were in the background also watching them. From the inner room they had heard all that was said. Mrs. Jones was not a hard-hearted woman, but her narrow life had made her narrow-minded ; she had never had much need to offer sympathy—or so she said—and therefore she had grown out of the possibility of giving such. She had never liked Dolores, and she did not see __ why she should be specially kind to her. Especially she could not offer her sympathy after her journey over the mountain on the errand no one knew about when here was her own daughter with the possibilities of a fair future to be harmed by any rashness her mother might be guilty of. If the girl were fool enough to go in search of her good-for- nothing father, she had nothing to say, only she had no sympathy for her either. When the haze of the valley had swallowed them up the woman turned back into the house with an emphatic shrug of her broad shoulders. “Theys bigger fools ’n I took ’em ter be,” she said, slowly. ‘‘Ef theys find Johnsing theys smarter ’n I take %em ter be. He’s shef’less, but. he ain’t no fool. Kyan’t say ther same o’ thet girl 0’ hisn though. An’ what young Green ken find in her beats me all holler. Let ’em go, says I: fools has ter learn what they is; they be’n’t willin’ ter be telled. Hev ye put ther pertaters on ter bile, Cinthy? Et’s time they is on; dinner-time ‘ll kem, a’n ye’ll hev nothin’ ter eat, all owin’ ter watchin’ them fools as is goin’ ower yander.” cS Ce) (eon alel exeve)