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80 | THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, ‘“T hope so,” replied one of the doctors, gravely. “Come up as early as you can, in the morning, Charlie; this thing must be gotten over as soon as may be. He is as uncon- scious as death. Itisasevere case. I only wish he had been stronger to-day.” “Yes,” young Green said. A furrow of thought appeared on his forehead. He stood silent a moment, his blue eyes meeting the black ones of the doctor, squarely, as though he would see down into his very soul. His lips were ten- der as a woman’s under the fair mustache. Dr. Dunwiddie rose abruptly, and crossed over to him. He laid his two hands on Green’s shoulders and eyed him keenly. “My dear boy, don’t you bother your head about any- thing, but go straight to bed. Do you hear? Mrs. Allen will attend to Miss Johnson, and Grey and I are capable of attending to our business for the present. Every thing shall go right so far as man can promise; further than this——” itis no light thing to hold a man’s life in one’s keeping. These two men were good comrades and true; their eyes were steady and their souls searching. “Take my word for it, Charlie, he’ll not move to-~ night; he’s as quiet as a lamb. There’s no reason in the world why we shouldn’t sleep, every one of us,” joined in the other doctor. “No reason in the world,” added Dr. Dunwiddie, smil- - ing. “You take life easy, if any one does, Tom.” “Why shouldn’t a fellow?” queried Tom, yawning silently. “You're a fool to go out in this storm, Charlie.” “There’s no reason why you shouldn’t stay here.” “None at all,” said Charlie, “ except that I wish to sleep !” | He met Dr. Dunwiddie’s smile with one as grave as he passed from the room, noiselessly closing the door behind him. For amoment he stood behind Dolores poring over the book in the firelight, Her hair had slipped from its. c€omicbooks.co